Chapter 35: The heated pleasure

Brielle's POV

I stepped out of the bathroom after some ten minutes of enjoying the water pouring down my body. I decided not to wear a single piece of clothing or tie a towel around me.

Entering the room, I did not see Jace on the bed where I had handcuffed him to before I left for the bathroom. I froze feeling terrified. Then I felt someone touch me from behind.

"Argh!" I screamed, jerking out of fear and assuming a fighting position, but then I settled down the moment I saw that it was just Jace. "Jace, how did you free yourself from the handcuffs?"

He was standing behind my back dangling the cuffs in front of me with one hand, with a smirk at the corner of his lips. The other hand held a whip. I could tell that his eyes were burning with intense desire and lust as he stared down at my nakedness.

"Brielle, it's your turn!" he said, his voice sounding hoarse. It did not even seem like the topic was up for debate.

He bent my hands behind my back and cuffed them like I was a prisoner being arrested. After cuffing me, he ran his fingers slowly, up my arms and I shivered in delight at the contact.

He pushed my naked body and my legs move involuntarily towards the bed.

"Jace, please!" I whispered, wishing to resist his dominating side.

But he never listened to me. He pushed me down and I fell face flat on the fluffy bed. I bounced and smirked, knowing what was coming next. My hands were still cuffed behind my back and my ass up, staring straight at him.

"Are you ready to get fucked?" he asked, whipping my ass. It stung but surprisingly only a little. I bit on my bottom lip, avoiding the moan lingering in my mouth.

"Yes Jace," I said. "Fuck me please."

The whip came in contact with my ass again and this time, it stung harder than before.

"Jace? Is that the name you should call me?" he asked, leaning forward to bite my earlobe. He stood straight again, rubbing my butt, mostly where the whip had met me earlier.

Pushing my legs apart, he stuck two of his fingers inside me and I hissed out. Jace began fingering my pussy violently knowing well that it hurt but also brought in much pleasure. Stopping, he spanked my ass hard and it wobbled right in front of him, making me giggle.

"Sorry, I mean yes sir!" I said, anticipating what next.

I heard a strange humming sound and I turned my neck to look but instantly a cloth was placed over my eyes and I lost my vision. I had caught sight of a vibrator in his hand before he blindfolded me.

I gulped in hard when the vibrator rubbed my clit, teasing me. A shriek escaped my mouth when it finally penetrated me. Yes, now the device was being used on me and my pussy reacted excitedly.

"Oh daddy please stop," I said, in between a pleasurable moan. I meant exactly the opposite of what I said, I wanted him to continue. I did not wish that he stopped at all.

"Jace!!!" Hermione called, and everything stopped abruptly. The device was still stuck in my pussy and was still doing its business while I shut my mouth tight to avoid another moan wanting to be heard in my throat.

"What's it Hermione? I'll be out there in a minute!" Jace said, frustratingly. He too was trying to control how hoarse his voice had become in a matter of minutes.

It was almost cruel that he forgot about the vibrator inside me, almost as if he wanted me to moan out loud so his sister could hear that we were busy. But my stubbornness refused me to let out a sound.

Sighing, Jace took out the vibrator from me. He made sure to take his time so it can cause another round of pleasure for me. And it did, I groaned out but muffled it in the pillow.

"Uncuff me," I whispered out between clenched teeth.

"But I like you like this," he smirked, taking a minute to look at me again.

"Jace," I snapped and he rolled his eyes, finally taking out a key to unlock the cuffs on my hands.

When I was finally free, I picked up a robe from his closet and put it on me, not caring whether Hermione figured it was his or not.

Some minutes later we were both down in the living room with Hermione. She was laying on the chair leg crossed.

"Didn't you say you were going to a hotel?" Jace asked her, doing his best to not sound too harsh.

"Yes, but I did not like the services they rendered. I mean there is no place like home," she responded with a shrug.

"When do you plan to leave–"

"Jace," I cautioned him quietly so he could mind his tone with her.

"I don't know," Hermione stood up from where she was to the wine bar. She took her time to pour herself some wine and took slow long gulps in.

I was not going to lie, even myself wanted her to leave. She was interrupting a rather spicy moment and between my legs were still throbbing for more from Jace.

"I might spend the night here."

Hermione concluded and I almost pouted.

"Then I guess Brielle and I would leave you here for tonight," Jace said sarcastically.

I heard the clicking sounds of iron from his hands and my eyes widened in shock. Hermione had seen it too and her eyes widened in surprise.

He was still holding the cuffs when he came downstairs, I blamed myself mentally for not remembering that he should drop it right in the room.

Hermione finally noticed what I was wearing and she pointed at me excitedly.

"Fuck," I cursed lowly.

"This is why you two want me out of the house so badly," she giggled like a teenage girl, swaying her glass cup of wine. "I guess I get your point, so I'll leave you two to it."

That was it, Hermione picked up her bag and began to walk away from the house. She remembered that she was still holding her glass of wine so she turned to return it.

"Take it!" Jace yelled at her and she jumped up, hurrying out of the house.

Once again, the place was quiet. I stared dumbfounded at the front door. Jace stayed put for a while, breathing in and out easily.

Then he rose to his feet, making my heart skip a beat.

"Where were we?" Jace asked, standing right in front of me again with his eyes boring down into mine. "Ah, yes you were on a cuff.

Without warning, he ripped the robe out of my body and it dropped like a feather to the ground. I was once again naked in his presence and he was smiling at my body.

Turning me sharply, he cuffed me again and this time he did not bother to take me back to the room.

He flung me down to the big couch and placed me in the same position as I was back in his bed, with my ass facing him.

Taking off the tie around his neck, Jace blindfolded me again. I did not mind, because I knew it was either a little pain or a lot of pleasure that was coming my way.

I heard his footsteps walk till they began to fade and I patiently waited for him. It at some point almost felt ridiculous that I was naked alone in his living room but then I heard his steps come back.

"I brought back our whip and a couple of needed things," he announced, allowing the leather of the whip to trail down from my neck to my butt. He used it to mess with my pussy and I groaned. "I also brought a bottle of wine for myself."

I heard the glass of wine being placed on a table and I smiled, wondering what he had in mind.

My back arched more than it was when I felt something warm being poured around my body. I perceived that it was baby oil and soon, Jace's hands were all over my body. 

As if to massage me, he rubbed my neck and my shoulder, going down to my back slowly and then back up to my shoulders. It was not only relaxing but turning me on more. His hands cupped my boobs and he grabbed them like nothing else mattered, I shut my mouth but I moaned. Those same hands messed with my nipples, dragging and pinching them causing me both the pain and pleasure all at the same time.

Then he stopped.

I felt him move away from me and I almost pouted that he was going away. But I knew Jace well enough to know that he was not done with me at all. Soon he was right behind me again.

Silently, I waited for his next action, my ears perked at every sound I could pick up so as to guess what he wanted to do.

I heard a popping sound and I knew he was with the wine already, then he poured the wine right into something, maybe a cup.

For a moment, my senses could not pick up any kind of movement from him again but then he shocked me by flipping me right over.

I was laying on my back now, my hands still cuffed right behind me. He kept mute again, probably watching me but then he dragged my legs open and I shrieked.

"Much better," his voice was very playful and it made my toes curl.

Biting my lips again, I tried hard to anticipate what was coming next. Him taking me already crossed my mind but I knew it was just not yet.

I hissed almost immediately when I felt something cold being placed on my chest. "Jace," I said, almost in a moan.

"Quiet," he demanded and I obeyed.

He began to move the ice cube on me down my body, he travelled right up my breast to the very top of my standing nipped and paused, rubbing it around it the he went down.

Jace repeated this same action for my other boob and I bit my tongue to avoid whatever curse I wanted to give.

"Jace please," I begged slowly for him to just fuck me already. It was almost getting too much to bear.

"Quiet," he repeated, taking the ice down my stomach and slowing down his movement as it went nearer to my pussy.

It's a shaky breath when the ice cube grazes my clits. It went up and down, slowly as Jace wanted it to.

I wished that he ate me out and gave me the best tongue lashing of my life but Jace seemed hell bent on teasing the life out of me.

Soon enough, the ice melted down. Things went quiet again.

My legs were spread wide open and he was right in front of me, teasing me. I was so wet that it dropped down my legs. It was tormenting that I could not predict what he wanted to do to me next.

"Jace–" before I could call out his name completely, he went all in on me.

Sharply, I screeched. At first in pain but it was replaced by the sound of me moaning.

Rocking hard and fast, Jace did not give me time to catch my breath.

"Ah, yes!" I screamed.

Then he turned me over again, in a more comfortable manner that I seemed to be getting used to. He did not wait any longer but penetrated me hard again.

"What's my name," he groaned between our hardcore sex.

"Jac–daddy!" I quickly corrected myself but it earned a spank from him.

I didn't mind.

Lifting me up, Jace grabbed my waist and placed me on the centre table, not even stopping from what he was doing with me.

"Hmm, fuck me please!" I cried out for more.

His fingers went to my front as he rubbed the top of my pussy as fast as how his dick went in and out of me.

"Yes!" I did not care if my voice could be heard, I moaned and groaned louder, already feeling myself reaching climax.

I wanted more so I wished to hold on to it a while longer. But then he fucked me faster than before, making my body tremble and my breathing heavier.

"I'm gonna cum!" I said feeling him remove the cuff from my hands.

Feeling free, I gripped the sides of the table to keep myself in place.

"Do it," he allowed me, not waiting or stopping as he banged me from behind.

Finally, I came. My body fell weakly on the table.

Then he stopped.