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"You're beautiful."
I didn't speak. I didn't know if I was allowed. Right now, I was in submissive mode. I was focused entirely on him…on pleasing him. The thought was oddly…liberating.
My entire body was aware of Jace's every movement as he lifted his hands from his sides to where the fabric of the housecoat lay against my shoulders. His fingers slid beneath the satin before pushing it from my shoulders. It fell in a crumpled heap to the floor, but I didn't bother to look at it. I couldn't tear my eyes from his. I loved the way he looked at me. As though I captivated him completely. It was both devastatingly beautiful and dangerous.
His eyes swept over my body, taking me in from head to toe. His eyes moved slowly up from my feet, burning a path with his eyes over my skin. When his eyes took in the V between my legs, my knees felt weak, as though they might collapse at any moment. He looked at my stomach and goose bumps took over my skin, making me quiver…with need? When his eyes settled on my breasts I was shocked at my body's reaction. My breasts felt heavy, swollen. And, my nipples pebbled, aching to be touched. I wanted to feel the moist warmth of his tongue over their sensitive flesh. I wanted to feel his fingers stressing the skin, kneading it. The thought alone made my breaths shallow and my skin flush red.
Jace's eyes shimmered. "You respond so quickly to me, Angel." His voice was husky. It did things to me. Sweet things. "And I don't even have to touch you."
I fought a moan at his words. Instead, I stood quietly awaiting his instruction.
"Stand at the end of the bed and kneel." Jace instructed. My heart leapt, but I turned around and walked to the foot of the bed. I felt his eyes on my naked behind and flushed scarlet. It amazed me that I didn't even feel the pull to disobey him. My need to satisfy him existed on an instinctual level. I knelt down on my knees and looked up at him. The sight of his tented pants made me ache with a burning need in the pit of my stomach. I did that to him, I thought to myself. It was empowering despite the fact I shouldn't feel at all in control.
"Sit back on your heels and spread your knees for me." His voice was husky and I obliged without question. "Lock your hands behind your back and open your mouth." This command had the alarm bells sounding in my head, but none-the-less, I complied. "Look at the floor. Don't look at me unless instructed."
Again, I complied. I felt vulnerable. Never before in my entire life had I ever felt this way. My most private parts were exposed to him. To his touch. To his eyes. To his desires. My body and soul completely bared. And yet, the feeling of such vulnerable exposure was…exhilarating.
"This is the stance you will assume without my having to tell you. You will automatically assume I want you in this position." I wasn't watching him, but I could hear his footsteps on the floor. "Your legs are spread to offer me access. Your mouth is open because it is mine and I will fuck it when and how I desire." His words were mean and wrong sounding, but my body disobeyed my minds quick judgments. I was wet for him and aching with need. I was so wet and swollen for him…I hurt. I wanted his touch. I wanted him to reward me for my quick obedience by releasing my body of this pent-up need for him. But I had a feeling that wouldn't come for a while.
I continued looking at the floor as Jace moved to his side of the bed. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him. More than anything, I wanted to look behind me at him. I wanted to know what he was doing and why he was leaving me here on the floor…but I didn't. I remained where I was. Where he told me to stay. With my knees spread and my hands behind my back, I sat waiting for him. I felt as though I was a sitting duck and he was a wolf. My heart drummed a torrent of rapid beats and my hands that were still behind my back were moist with nervous sweat. What was he doing?
Just when I couldn't take it any longer and I was about to question him, I heard him move. His feet grazed against the floor with every step until he stopped behind me. My every sense was on overdrive. I could feel him standing behind me despite the fact that he never touched me. The energy between us was charged. It caressed my skin, my body, my soul.
"I'm going to blindfold you, Angel." He explained. I swallowed despite my dry throat and fought the urge to cough. Wow, I was nervous. "Close your eyes." I did as he commanded and not a moment later, I felt the smooth fabric of silk press against my face, blinding me of my surroundings.
With every flick of his wrist as he tied a knot into the silk at the back of my head, I shivered. Every hair follicle stood on end, erectly awaiting his touch. My blood rose to the surface of my skin, making me feel hypersensitive to touch…or maybe it was the fact that I couldn't see. I didn't know. I had never been in this position as to wonder why I felt so stimulated.
