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"Get used to it, Angel."
I folded my arms over my chest and stared at him. He wasn't dissuaded by my glower and that only served to infuriate me more. He was being completely unreasonable. But that was Jace. I knew this side of him before agreeing to be anything more to him than a sex companion. Obeying his impulsively arbitrary demands came with my newfound territory. I better get used to it sooner rather than later. And, I had an inkling I'd better save my arguments for the ones that really meant something to me.
"Fine." I relented on a sigh.
His eyes glimmered and he grinned as he came around the island. His hands weaved around my middle and he kissed my forehead. "See how easy you submit to me, Angel?"
"I do." I murmured half-heartedly.
"You're already learning to submit." He grinned. "This should be easy."
***
Jace led me by the hand up the stairs, down the hall and into his bedroom. All the while, my heart beat in my chest a thousand miles per hour. What the hell was I doing? Oh good lord…if Trisha knew what I was about to do she would put her foot down and lock me in a cellar. And what exactly was I about to do? I didn't have a clue. After everything Jace had said downstairs, I still didn't know exactly what our sexual acts would entail.
Jace turned to me, and my heart leapt at his predatory gaze. "How do you feel about spanking?"
I felt my brows rise in complete and utter shock. Was he joking? "Pardon me?"
"Spanking, Olivia." Jace repeated. "How do you feel about it?"
I laughed nervously. "You mean like throw me over your knee and tan my hide?"
"That is exactly what I mean."
Oh. Why the hell would he want to spank me? What in the world kind of sexual gratification could someone derive from that? Seriously? "I don't know. I've only ever been spanked for punishment by my grandfather and parents. I didn't enjoy it. As a matter of fact I found it quite degrading."
"Well, I find it enjoyable."
"You like being spanked?"
Jace eyed me warily. "No. I want to spank you."
"I don't think that would turn me on, Jace."
"But does it turn you off?"
Did it? I don't know. The thought of being sprawled, ass up, over his knee was not something I'd ever thought of much less fantasized about. "I don't know."
"Well, we need to establish a punishment you're comfortable with."
"A punishment I'm comfortable with?" The words sounded so wrong coming from my mouth. They were a freaking oxymoron! What in the world was wrong with me? Good lord I was twisted! I must have been dropped on my head as a baby. There was no other explanation. Because…I was seriously considering this.
"Yes. There needs to be a punishment we go to when you disobey me." Jace said factually.
"Well, I suppose we could try spanking?" It came out as a question rather than permission.
"Yes. We'll try." His eyes glimmered, although I didn't know with what. "Do you have a safe word?"
"Um," I shifted uncomfortably. "No. I've never needed one." I didn't know why I felt the need to point that out, but I did.
Jace glared at me. "Well, I suggest you choose one."
"Or, you could choose one." I snapped. "Surely you've done it before."
"Olivia." He warned. "Don't make me punish you before we've even begun."
I bristled. This was a lot to take in and my stress limit was almost maxed. I didn't know what to do. "Sorry." I looked down.
"A safe word, Olivia." Jace reminded. He crossed the room and slid a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "This is for you. When you say this word I'll know I've gone too far. I'll know I have to stop."
"Have any of your other submissives needed to use a safe word?"
"We're talking about you, Olivia."
I nodded. The only thing I could think of was the overhead sign reading exit in red over a door. Maybe it was my minds way of foretelling some unfortunate event I would have to escape from, I didn't know. I whispered the word. "Exit."
"Good word." He nodded. "Exit it is."
"What now?" I asked. My voice was shaky. Actually, all of me was shaky. I could barely stand straight my knees were so wobbly and my ankles felt weak. My stomach rolled as though it were infested with butterflies…no wait…ladybugs. And my throat was nearly closed. It was a horrible feeling, but through it all, there was curiosity. It surprised me, but I wanted to know the answer to my question. I wanted to know what was next.
Jace's finger looped through the belt of my satin housecoat before he tugged. The warmth of his hand bled through the thin fabric to tease the oversensitive skin of my stomach. With the knot undone and the tassels hanging to the sides, the housecoat bared my body to him. For a moment, he stood and stared at me. His blue eyes drank me in and he wet his bottom lip.
