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"I don't know." I said quietly.
He nudged me and I felt the cloth over his hard shaft press against my butt. Again, I shivered. "Talk to me."
"I really don't know, Jace."
He sighed, heavy and loud. "All right then, Angel. We can play it your way."
What? Play it my way?
In three seconds flat, the warmth of Jace's body was replaced by cool air over my back. I wanted to cry out and beg him to come back…but I just didn't know what I would receive from him. Would I get gentle Jace, or angry Jace? Would I get Jace at all? I just didn't know. And right now, I didn't know what I wanted. My body was still throbbing for him on another plane of desire I'd never thought could possibly exist. But my mind was screaming for me to run from him. It was almost loud enough to elicit action, but my heart was louder still. And it screamed to wait for him. It begged and pleaded for me to wait out this confusing torment of sexual stimulation so I might catch a glimpse of the wounded soul hiding beneath the many layers of this man. I loved this man. There was no longer any doubt in my mind. I would do anything for him. Even at the risk of losing myself. I loved him so completely I was willing to risk my minds sanity for a chance at showing him, proving to him that there was another way. That this was not all there was. He could do better then this. But first, I had to understand the root of his desires. I had to meet the demon residing in the center of his soul so that I might hold a chance of defeating it. For Jace, I would submit to his demons because I knew he was still in possession of his heart. Even if he didn't believe he was. I knew it. I felt it. In his touches, however mistaken their malice, I knew there was passion and love. Even if he didn't recognize this. I knew it was there. I believed it lived and I would find it. Because I loved him.
"What are you thinking, Olivia?" Jace asked…or demanded.
"Nothing."
"You're lying." His voice was coming from directly in front of me and I felt a blush taint my skin. Had he been watching me this whole time but I'd just been too lost in thought to recognize the feeling of his scorching blue eyes on my face? On my skin? Over my bared body?
"No, Jace." I argued feebly. I knew there was no point. But I was not telling him. He had control of my body and that was about as far as the extent of his control was going over me. My mind was still and always would be mine to control.
"Tell me, Olivia. I need you to talk to me."
I didn't say anything else. Instead, I maintained the position on the floor with my knees spread and waited for further instruction. When I didn't respond and it became clear to him that I would not relay my thoughts to him, I heard him sigh heavily.
"Stand." He said gruffly.
I obeyed. My legs were cramped from sitting so long on my knees and they ached as I stood. With the blindfold on, I felt my insecurities settle into the pit of my stomach. The persistent throb I'd experienced for Jace had dulled but was not gone. It was more of an irritation from going on too long unsatisfied. I didn't like it.
"What now?" I asked when I didn't hear him move toward or away from me.
"So impatient." His voice sounded right in front of me and I jumped. I hadn't known he was so close. I could feel his breath on my face now. I could taste him in the air. It calmed me. I knew it was an irrational response. But it was true none-the-less. Jace calmed me.
Without warning, Jace's hands were separating the folds of my most private, sensitive place. His finger massaged my opening and I gasped, pulling away fractionally. In response to my movement, his free hand palmed my ass, holding me in place.
"Don't move, Olivia."
I ground out a sound of utter frustration from between my lips and he chuckled. I wanted to wallop him on the head, but the desire was soon overridden by a more demanding need…for him.
"Spread your legs." His voice was coming from below me and I knew he was on his knees. What was he doing down there?
"Jace,"
"Don't make me ask you again." His voice was rough, but the stroking of his thumb against my swollen opening was gentle. It was like he was trying to sooth my wired nerves. But that wasn't going to work. I was uncomfortable with what I believed he was about to do to me. I didn't want him to taste me. Not before I'd had my morning shower.
"I'm not comfortable with this." I whispered my words awkwardly.
I heard him sigh and a gust of air whispered against my skin as he walked away from me. I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to remove the blindfold? Should I get myself dressed? Did he expect me to wait for him? What?
In the distance, over where I assumed the closet was I heard what sounded like metal on metal. The clinking of - chains? My entire body stiffened as I waited for what was coming. Was this where he whipped me? What was metal? I'd never loathed the idea of being blind more than I did in this moment. I felt as though I were being preyed upon. It was a terrifying feeling. Unnerving in the worst of ways.
