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The chains rattled in his grasp as he moved slowly closer to me. My heart was pounding so completely viciously in my chest, I could have sworn it would tear from my skin. Blood rushed through my body, filling every extremity apart from my head. It had to have ignored any contact with my brain because certainly, if my brain was receiving what it needed to think coherently, I would be fighting for my wellbeing. I wouldn't be waiting here like a sitting duck in the hunter's sights. I wouldn't be allowing myself to stand in such vulnerability. Surely I was smarter than this?
"Stretch your hands out in front of you." His voice was calm; eerily so. It worried me, but I complied regardless. The chains clinked and what felt like cool leather wrapped around one wrist. Jace tightened it before moving to the other wrist and doing the same thing. "These are restraints." He explained and I felt him move away from me, tugging on the chain as he went. Jace forced me to follow his lead blindly. For the first time, I was thankful for his immaculate room. It was highly unlikely that I would trip on something and fall on my face.
"Stop." I stopped walking immediately. Jace lifted my hands and the chain of the restraints slid against something high above my head. What the hell? "I've hooked you to the wall, Angel. You won't be able to release yourself no matter how hard you try. This is what you get when you don't listen, am I understood?"
I nodded weakly. "Yes."
There was rustling by my feet and I frowned. What was he doing down there? I didn't have time to ask. I felt the same leather that bound my wrists against my ankle. Was he tying my ankles together too? What was he going to do to me? I thought about crying 'exit' but I didn't want to use the safe word if I didn't really have to. And, right now, although I was feeling anything but safe, I held my tongue.
Jace pushed my legs apart and I felt leather against my other ankle. When he was done, I tried to close my legs, but found I couldn't. There was something between my ankles that was keeping my legs spread apart. With my hands tied high above my head, I was unable to snatch at my blindfold to reveal the contraption that bared me to him.
If I thought I was vulnerable before, I clearly hadn't known the meaning. Because, I was more vulnerable now than I ever imagined I could be. But I didn't struggle. I didn't want him to know I was afraid.
I trust him. I trust him. I trust him. I replayed the mantra in my head over and over again as minutes passed by without him touching me. My heart pounded in my chest violently as my mind overcompensated with every terrifying thought of the extensive possibilities of how Jace could inflict pleasurable pain.
"You are so beautiful, Angel." Jace whispered. His words caressed me and I felt my panicked breathing calm significantly. "You're mine."
I didn't say anything in response. I was unaware he was waiting for a reply.
"Aren't you, Olivia?"
"Sorry?" I whispered.
"You're mine."
"Yes."
"Yes what?" His breath on my face was warm and his fingertip trailed circles over the ticklish skin of my stomach.
"I'm yours." At my words, he sighed. It was a pleasant sound.
His hand moved lower and my body warmed with sudden need. I knew I was wet for him still. I could feel it. As soon as he slid his fingers through the slick folds of my opening, he sighed. "I love the way you feel."
In response, I whimpered. I couldn't trust myself to utter a coherent response when his fingers moved over me like this. He teased my clit with the pad of his thumb as a finger sat at my opening. I wanted to push into him, but I refrained at memory of my last punishment. I didn't want to earn another pinch.
"Do you want me inside you?" He asked against my lips.
Finally! Oh God…the golden question. "Yes," the single word was worth a thousand pleas.
"Tell me, Angle."
"I want you inside me, Jace." My skin felt hot. My blood was sizzling under his touch and my rapid breathing was making me feel light-headed. My hands were numb, but I could barely concentrate on them as his finger circled my opening.
Without warning, his finger slammed inside me. Pain shattered through me and I cried out loudly into the room. Unlike many times before, Jace didn't cover my mouth with his. He reveled in my cry for him, because of him. He didn't wait for me to grow accustomed to his intrusion before adding another finger to the first. His thumb continued a decadent rhythm against my clitoris as he pounded inside me. I felt cool air blow against my nipples before his tongue lapped out. He moved from one breast to the other, careful not to lavish unequal attention. My nipples were hard in response to his teasing tongue and I longed to caress their swollen flesh with gentle hands. My hands. But I couldn't. I pulled on my wrists as Jace continued working me with his hands and mouth. He licked my left nipple before blowing cool air on it, pebbling the sensitive skin around it. His hands stopped their delicious assault and all movement paused. In the space around us, I could only hear my own rampant breaths interrupting the silence. I felt weak and yet so very stimulated. He pulled his fingers out of me before slamming back inside. At the same time, he bit my pebbled nipple hard. In the wake of pain there was a sheer path of ecstasy. My body bowed as a hot orgasm tore through my body, shaking me to my very core.
