All Good Things Exposed (8 page)

"Come for me, Angel." Jace begged against my breast where he suckled the raw nipple of his assault. And I did. I shattered around his fingers still inside me. He stroked me gently, milking me of every last drop I had to give. "Good girl."

I felt weak. I was completely spent. My body had never before been under such simulation for so long. The release he gave me sent me over the edge. I wanted sleep. I wanted to crumple onto the bed and fall into a blissful memory of this moment where I found complete and utter pleasure in the fucked-up-ness that was Jace.

"Open your mouth for me." His words were nothing short of a command. I complied. He placed his wet finger in my mouth over my tongue. "Suck your juices from my finger, Olivia. See how you taste and know you're fucking decadent."

My stomach tightened as I did as he said. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought. As a matter of fact, it was somewhat sweet. "You see why I want my mouth on you now?" he asked.

Seriously, that's what this was about? He wanted to prove to me that I tasted good because I had fought his desire to give me oral sex? Seriously! It was morning and I hadn't showered! Jeez! Why was he always so fucking infuriating?

"Answer me, Angel."

"Yes, Jace." I spat the words. "I understand."

He pressed his lips to mine, biting hard on my lower lip, pulling a squeal of shock from deep in my throat. "Don't be lippy, Olivia. It doesn't suit you." He lined my lips with his tongue and I thought for a moment about biting it, but realized that would do me no good. I was the one who was tied up and blindfolded against the wall. I was utterly helpless against his wrath. I decided I wouldn't provoke him until I could at least run away.

"Now you've tasted how delicious you are, it's only fair that I get a taste, don't you think?"

What? Oh, no. I still wasn't comfortable with this. Jeez! "Jace, no."

"Are you going to stop me, Angle?" He kissed my chin, behind my ear, neck, chest, between my breasts, each pebbled nipple before licking a fiery path down and around my navel before kissing the V of my thighs. If I could have, I would have closed my legs against his half unwanted ambush. I wished I weren't so self-conscious. I didn't want to be plagued with worry while he worked another orgasm from me with his mouth.

"Jace," I protested at the first stroke of his hot tongue against my clit. "Please."

"Are you going to say the word, Angel?" He asked as he blew cool air over my hot core, pulling a shiver from deep inside. I shook my head on a sob. And he laughed. "Then stop protesting and enjoy." I let my head fall back against the wall before trying to burry my face in my raised arm. "I love seeing your face pink with humiliation, but you don't need to be embarrassed of this, Angel. You're a delicacy."

Jace didn't say anything else as he moved a finger slowly inside my aching core. He found a rhythm with his finger as his mouth worked my clit. His tongue rolled around the bulb of nerves before he grazed his teeth against my sensitive flesh. A shiver rocked through my body as my second orgasm climbed. Every nerve in my body throbbed alive with desire. My toes curled as pressure grew within me. My stomach muscles tightened and my body bowed. I threw my head from one side to the other and clenched my eyes shut tightly.

"Come, Angel." Jace said against my clit. "I want to taste your satisfaction."

And I came completely undone at his words.

Chapter 6

Jace licked every drop of proof of my pleasure from my body before he kissed his way up from his knelt position on the floor. My knees were weak and shaky as I stood. If it didn't hurt my wrists so bad, I might have allowed my knees to collapse. But being bound and hanging from the wall, I had to keep my knees locked, because once they gave out, all hope was surely lost.

"You're so beautiful when you're sated by orgasm." Jace spoke the words against my jaw. His hand moved into my hair at the back of my head and I felt him tugging the knot in the blindfold. When it was undone, he pulled it from my face and looked into my eyes. I knew they were sleepy. My lids were heavy. At the sight, Jace smiled. His blue eyes searched mine. "Was it as bad as you thought?"

"No," I admitted honestly. There had been moments when I wondered…what in the fuck was I doing? But then he satiated them. And I was back at square one. Always wanting him.

"Good." He grinned devilishly. His eyes sparkled with mischief and mine narrowed in response. "Because we're not done yet."

"We're not?" I squeaked shrilly. I felt my eyes widen and despite my exhaustion, desire pooled in my belly. Hadn't I had enough? Jeez, and I thought he was insatiable.

"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.

I felt Jace's lips press against the small of my back. His hands were resting against my outer thighs and when he started trailing soft kisses up my spine, his hands followed in a slow scaling of my body before merging at the base of my stomach. I felt his back pressed against mine. His heavy hardness pressed against my ass and a rippling quiver claimed my stomach. I needed him. I was more certain that I needed Jace than I was certain I needed the sun to rise each morning. He was a drug to my senses, a stimulation of my nerves, a calming of my thoughts. He was my everything despite how utterly fucked-up he was.

"I'm going to take you now, Angel." He rolled his hips against my backside and a moan fell from my lips. "Do you want that?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"Tell me you want me inside you." Jace commanded.

"I want you inside me, Jace." I pushed my backside against him and he hissed in a breath. His hand slipped between us, freeing his cock from the offending fabric of his pajama pants. His skin met mine and my stomach tightened with unbearable need for him. I wanted to clench my thighs together to will away the ache at my sex, but with the bar between my ankles, keeping my feet apart, it was impossible. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth and bit down hard.

Jace fisted the base of his cock, tracing the tip against my throbbing flesh. "You're so wet for me. I fucking love the way you feel."

"Please," I moaned as he pushed the tip inside an inch. "Please."

"All good things come to those who wait, Angel." His words were a promise whispered on a husky breath.

When I didn't think I could wait another moment for him to fill me without crying, Jace's hands spread wide over my stomach. The tip of his penis throbbed at my opening and he shifted my hips, making me more accessible to him. My skin tingled with awareness. My hair stood on end. My hands were moist as I clawed at the wall and my knees buckled. I was the epitome of sensation. Every part of my body screamed for him, needed him, and ached for him. And, as though he knew he was the only one with the power to quell the ache within me, he shifted and slammed into me.

I gasped a cry. He filled me to the hilt. I felt him in places I had never felt him before. Sheer ecstasy claimed every fiber of my being as he slowly pulled out before thrusting deep inside me again. He continued this merciless assault on my body and senses until I couldn't take any more. I wanted him hard and fast. I felt dizzy from my ragged breaths. My hands were numb and my senses geared into overdrive. I tried to push my hips into him, but he held me in place and I cried out in frustration.

"Be still, Angel." Jace said on a growl. "This is for me."

What? For him? How? Despite his words, Jace started picking up the pace. His thrusts became quick and painful, but oh so delicious. I felt my heavy breasts bounce with each push inside me. There was no other sound to claim the space apart from the meshed moans toppling off our lips, tattered breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. I felt my body tighten and my knees grow weak as a hot orgasm surged through me, begging - demanding for release.

"Not yet, Angel." Jace said through his teeth. "Wait for me."

How? "I can't, Jace."

"Fuck," He dove deep into me, his chest pressing against my back as his hand reached up to the hook that held my chained wrists. When he couldn't unhook me, he ground his hips into me, forcing me to ride up the wall. I cried out as I took him deep in his struggle to unhook me from the wall. Pain fired through me, but my orgasm fought it for dominance as Jace unhooked the chains. My wrists came down from their place high on the wall and Jace set my feet on the floor once again. I felt him twitching deep inside me, still hard and ready for the promise of an earthshattering orgasm.

"Bend forward." He commanded, his voice gruff. "On your knees, place your elbows on the floor."

The moment I started to move, Jace did too. He went with me to the floor, all the while sliding in and out, building my need for him higher and higher. His hands claimed my hips, controlling my movement as he pounded into me. His thrusts were relentless. My swollen clit was lavished the attention of his balls as he pounded into me, slapping against me in the perusal of our release.

"Fuck Angel, you feel so good." Jace grunted. His hand weaved in my hair, fisting it. He pulled back on the strands, forcing me to rise from my elbows on the ground. He dipped his head, pressing his mouth to my shoulder. I felt his lips caress my skin before he grazed me with his teeth. A small gasp fell from my lips when he bit down on me. His hand untangled from my hair in perusal of my sex. He quickly found my clit, stroking, pulling and pinching as he pounded into me. He sat back on his heels, bringing me with him, his hips rocking deliciously into mine. The hand on my hip moved to my breast where he adorned my pebbled nipples with deserved attention. His mouth trailed a fiery path to the skin beneath my ear. Every sexual pressure point he could find and lavish, he did.