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"No, Angel, we're not done."
"Oh," My voice sounded deceivingly husky. I realized to my horror, I wanted to know what else he had planned. "Then why did you take off the blindfold?" I asked.
His eyes glimmered. "I want you see your eyes when I fuck you, Angel."
The pit of my stomach filled with butterflies at his words and I frowned. We were back to fucking, I see. I decided two could play this game. "Then fuck me, Jace."
A wrinkle formed in his brow at my words and his hands instantly grasped my hips. His touch was rough, and I gasped. "On second thought, I think I'll fuck you from behind."
I wanted to tell him good luck. I was strapped to the wall but I didn't have time. Without warning, he lifted me by the waist, twisting the chain linking my hands around the hook in the wall to force me to face the wall rather then him. I wanted to scream at him, but excitement won over me as he stroked my hips. His hand moved over the curve of my butt and between my legs to pet the skin of my inner thigh. My stomach flipped and tightened as though I was on a roller coaster. His touch was sensual, but I knew there was nothing nice about it. He was trying to punish me. For my use of vile language or the sarcastic bite of my tone…I didn't know.
Jace moved to my side, his hand still stroking my ass before dipping lower, teasing my opening and then moving back up over my butt. I could see his cocky grin from the corner of my eyes as I chewed on my lower lip, determined not to look at him. His other hand moved to my lower abdomen and he pushed, forcing me to pucker my ass in the air for easier stroking access.
"You were being smart with me, Olivia." Jace stated factually. His tone was worrisome and my heart leapt. I didn't bother to give him any satisfaction of reply. Instead, I looked to the other side of the room. He spoke again. His breath was hot on the skin of my shoulder. I shivered in response and cursed my body's quick reaction to him. "Do you think you deserve punishment?"
Again, I ignored him. I could see the black fabric of his pants on the floor by my feet and I glowered. I hated how he was still wearing his pajama pants. I could see he wanted me, by the tented fabric, but he wasn't taking me. Why?
"Do you think you deserve to be punished, Olivia?" Jace repeated tensely. Was he serious? Did he think I would entertain the ridiculous question with an answer?
I didn't answer and what happened next was the last thing I expected. A loud crack echoed in the space around us as his open palm met with the flesh of my rear. It stung.
"One for your language." Jace counted. What was he planning to count to? He slapped me again and I tried to wriggle out from his grasp. The effort was futile. "Two for your sarcasm." Oh, holy shit! The slap was sharp. It ignited a heat within my core that begged for release. It confused me. I didn't want to be turned on by this. I should be repulsed. He slapped me again. "Three for your failure to answer a question asked." Was he fucking serious? At least there shouldn't be another I thought a moment before his palm met with my flesh again. I winced and bit my tongue. What was that for? I'd only counted three misdemeanors on my part. "Four for good measure."
Oh the ass-wipe! I wriggled, trying to alleviate some of the pressure built up within me. I was so turned on it hurt. This was endless. It was torture. "Fuck you, Jace." I spat as I pulled violently on the wrist restraints. If I successfully got myself out of this, he'd better run for his damned life.
He hissed in a breath and smacked down on my ass. This one actually hurt. My butt was surely red and the skin was tingling. "Five for your language, Olivia. Don't test me."
I wanted to scream at him from the top of my lungs. I wanted to thrash and kick and scream and cry…but I didn't do any of those things. I was seething in silence and stillness as Jace rubbed my rear. He moved behind me once again and kissed my stinging skin. "See how nice I am when you're good?"
"Yes," I said stiffly.
"Olivia," Jace tisked at my tone. "You will only ever receive punishment when deserving."
Oh, go to hell. I clamped down on my tongue with my teeth to keep the biting words from flowing between my lips. Jeez, in all my life I had never gotten a licking like this! My ass actually hurt. And what was worse was that I felt like a fucking slave to him. My eyes burned with unshed tears of distorted confusion and arousal and I was happy he stood behind me. I was angry with myself more than I was angry with him. For reasons completely unknown to me, I was aroused. There was an aching heat in my core, a weight begging to be alleviated. My response to something so abhorrent made me feel dirty, ashamed and terribly confused.
