Chapter 15 Scarlett
SCARLETT
Jace slid a silky tie from where it had been thrown over the chair. A tie, I noted. So, he was definitely a professional of some kind who wore a suit. When he approached me with that tie, I knew what he wanted, and instantly, my mouth went dry.
I took a step back.
He froze.
It was strange, to have this visceral of a reaction to something so playful.
I mean, earlier, I’d done things with Jace that gave him control, let him take me in a way I’d never been taken before, and through it all, he’d been more thoughtful of my wants and feelings than any guy I’d been with.
And yet, even with him, this was next-level trust …
“I won’t be tied up.” The words came out more panicked than I wanted them to, but I would never surrender to a man like that. Never.
Jace went still, cocking his head. “I was going to suggest blindfolding you. You know, for fun.” His voice was gentle, but something in his expression shifted as he watched me.
I took another step back, shaking my head. “No.”
“I’m not into BDSM,” he assured. “I don’t normally do this.”
Yeah, don’t care.
“Well, being helpless and at the mercy of a man isn’t my thing.”
He didn’t look offended. If anything, the slight arching of his brows suggested curiosity, like he’d noticed my reaction and knew it meant something deep.
“Okay,” he said simply and turned to toss the tie back onto the chair.
But mid-turn, he froze. The muscles in his back tensed, and when he pivoted back to face me, his eyes studied me. With a calculated movement that spoke of confidence no man should rightfully possess, he raised the tie to his own eyes and secured it with a knot behind his head.
“What are you doing?” I wondered aloud.
He finished securing it and stood there, hands at his sides, palms out. “You don’t want to give control to me,” he realized aloud. “So, how about I give it to you?”
Somehow, he had the confidence to take a couple steps forward, guided by memory or maybe the sliver of light at the bottom of the blindfold. His hand found my hip, his touch sure despite his covered eyes.
A small gasp escaped me, half shocked, half aroused. No man I had ever been with was secure enough in himself to surrender like this.
“Why do I get the feeling that you never give up control?” I pressed.
“I don’t.”
“Then why are you giving it to me?”
“You need to be the one in control right now. I don’t need to understand why to respect that. I just need to know it matters to you, and I want you to feel safe this weekend. I want to feel you let go, and if you holding all the cards is what you need to make it happen, so be it.”
And that … that turned me on like nothing else ever had before. Instantly, I was pulsing between my thighs, imagining him in whatever position I wanted him.
I glanced around the room, tempted to put him on the bed, but deciding that was too predictable and safe, too much like the normal me. Instead, I guided him by the hand and drew him into the dining room area, where I moved the bowl of fruit off the elongated table.
“Stand with your back against the table and hold on to it with both hands. Don’t let go.”
He didn’t ask why; he simply complied, so I rewarded him by dropping to my knees.
“I’ve never gone down on a guy before,” I said, easing his boxer briefs off.
“Never?” He smiled.
“Nope.”
I didn’t explain that pleasuring a guy had always felt a little too much like control. But now?
Now, this didn’t feel like a battle for power. If it did, he’d just waved the white flag and given it all to me. Which meant I could just … experience anything I wanted without the baggage of my ghosts.
I might have control issues, but I also had fantasies. Plenty of them.
“I’ve always wanted to try to deep-throat,” I admitted, grasping the base of his shaft and watching his reaction.
He clutched the table harder, groaning.
Groaning that grew louder the moment I licked his crown, swirling the head. Jace was more well-endowed than any guy I’d been with (not that there were many), so I wasn’t sure I could get him all the way in. But I’d try.
I swirled the tip several more times, coating him in my saliva before drawing my tongue down his shaft. Slowly, smiling when he’d twitch or let out a grunt of pleasure. Repeating the move up and down a few more times, I finally wrapped my lips around him and took him into my mouth.
One inch. Then two.
“Damn, that feels good,” Jace said, his thigh muscles clenching as I drew him further into my mouth.
I got only halfway down his shaft before it hit the gag reflex, and I had to bring him back out.
Undeterred, I soaked him in my saliva and gripped his base, pulling him in again.
This time, I went a little farther before I gagged, and the next time, a little farther still.
I liked him filling my mouth. I liked the smooth, silky skin of his perfect length, and I liked training my throat to relax with each motion.
Jace was being a very good boy, holding still.
“You want to grab my head right now, don’t you?” I smirked, licking his base.
“I want to fist your hair and claim your mouth,” he admitted. But he didn’t move.
“And yet you’re not moving your hands.” I kissed his crown.
“You told me not to.”
“Good boy,” I said, shocked at my brazenness.
I’d never given thought to the praise kink. Let alone the reverse one, but heaven help me, did that turn me on. And he was a good boy. He deserved to be rewarded.
I opened my mouth, relaxed my jaw, and sank my mouth all the way down his shaft.
“Damn, Trouble …” he roared, throwing his head back as I started to move at the base of him. Keeping most all of him in my mouth while rocking up and down.
A fresh need pulsed between my thighs, wanting him inside of me, making me scream his name, but this wasn’t something I could stop easily.
I liked this.
Jace, whoever he was, might normally be in control, but right now, I had all the power, moving up and down on his length. I could make him come. I could leave him hanging. I could do anything I wanted, and that made me wetter than hell.
I sucked and licked and moved, taking him into the back of my throat.
The sounds he made—raw, unfiltered groans that echoed through the room—stirred something unexpected inside me.
This wasn’t just about control anymore. Something shifted as I watched his chest rise and fall with each labored breath, as I felt his thighs tense beneath my fingers.
For the first time in my life, I wanted to please a man.
And I genuinely wanted to see him come undone.
My whole life, sex had always been transactional.
A means to an end, a way to scratch an itch without letting anyone too close.
Even with that one boyfriend I’d experimented having.
But with Jace blindfolded and vulnerable before me, I found myself caring about his pleasure in a way that terrified and thrilled me simultaneously.
I wanted to be the reason Jace trembled. I wanted to be the one he remembered when all this was over. The thought made my movements more deliberate, more passionate. This wasn’t just sex anymore; it was … connection.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop,” he warned.
Hmmm. This wasn’t my original intention, but a new idea took shape.
I took him all the way inside. His lips curled, his teeth clenched, and the veins in his neck throbbed as I sucked and moved, until finally, he started trembling.
“Scarlett!” he roared.
I could feel his release in the warmth of my throat, the trembling of his body, and I could hear it in the shudder of his breaths. I rode each tremble until it was over, licking up and down his shaft until every last drop was gone.
“Damn,” Jace sighed, running a hand through his hair. “That was incredible.”
“Lie on the table.”
Jace felt the furniture. “It’s made of glass. If we lie on it, it might break.”
True. The safe, reliable, predictable thing to do was to avoid something that could literally kill us if it broke.
This was when I knew I’d gone slightly off the deep end. Willingly. Thrillingly.
“Lie down,” I repeated.
Jace hesitated for only a moment, then did as he was told.
He was tall, but thankfully, the table was long.
Hopefully, that gave it more stability, but still.
When I climbed onto it after discarding my undergarments, I watched for any hint that it might fail and we’d free-fall into shards of vein-slicing glass.
Straddling him, I looked down at the masterful body beneath me. Muscles chiseled from granite, tattoos wrapped around the skin like a pulsing work of art, and that jaw—holy hell, that jaw—that, suddenly, I wanted to feel beneath me.
I inched up, reveling in the smile Jace gave when he must’ve sensed what I was doing.
Positioning my knees on either side of his head, I lowered my sex to his mouth.
“Lick me,” I demanded.
Groaning, Jace flattened his tongue and drew a long, slow glide up my glistening folds.
Look at him. Wearing a tie as a blindfold and pleasuring me as I watched him.
I didn’t have to feel self-conscious of anything: not the look on my face or whether my stomach creased in an unflattering way.
All I had to focus on was his masterful mouth devouring me.
He swirled his tongue around my sensitive bud and lifted his head off the table slightly so he could suck it.
“Oh …” I moaned, cradling the back of his head, pressing his mouth harder against me.
While he licked, I ground on his face up and down, back and forth, circling his mouth. Not that he needed the help. Jace literally worked my body blind, but he hit all the right spots, inciting a fresh orgasm that began to build in my lower stomach.
“I like sitting on your mouth,” I whispered. “But in a minute, I’m going to ride you until you scream my name.”