Chapter 16 Ezra
Chapter Sixteen
EZRA
There’s a weight pressing down on me. It’s heavy, pinning me to the bed, as something covers my eyes.
I thrash, and the weight moves with me before settling back down on me again.
It’s only the slight giggle that gives away what’s happening.
There’s a scrape of nails on my wrists as Jade’s perfume wafts toward me.
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, love, but if you don’t take this damn blindfold off me right now, I’m going to rethink not killing you.”
“You see, you keep saying you’re going to kill me and then you never follow through on it. I’m starting to get disappointed.” Jade’s voice is soft and low, a teasing note to it that has me wondering what her plan is.
Is she going to kill me and leave?
She caught me while I was sleeping, and a gentle click as cold metal presses around my wrists lets me know that I’m tied down and not going anywhere if she doesn’t want me to.
Jade squirms on top of me.
My cock swells to life, pressing into her even though now isn’t the time.
“You better get the fuck off me.”
She gets off, but when I try to move my legs, I find them chained down too.
“Jade, you better get this shit off me.”
“Or what?” Her voice is sultry. “I’ve had a long day, and after your fight the other day, I was thinking that we should do some talking.”
“Talking doesn’t involve tying me to the fucking bed.” I test the strength of whatever she’s got locked around my wrists, but there’s very little give.
“Well, it does when you have a history of being unreasonable and overreacting. I mean, you did kidnap me and threaten to kill me over and over again. And now I’m starting to think that’s an empty threat.
If you were really going to kill me, I think you would’ve done something more than threaten me by now. ”
“You would think that,” I say through gritted teeth, laying still and already thinking about what I’m going to do to her when she finally lets me up. “Maybe I just have bigger and better plans for your death. Ones that are going to be slow and painful and are going to involve time to sort out.”
She snorts, fingers trailing along my arm, sending what little blood remained in my head straight to my cock.
Fuck her, then punish her for this shit. That’s what’s going to happen.
I’m going to get out of this, I’m going to have her begging for my cock, and then I’m going to make her wish she never grabbed handcuffs.
Jade pauses, her fingers slipping beneath the blindfold and pulling it off. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want from you.”
“You don’t get to make demands here.”
She smirks and opens the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a pair of scissors and cutting my shirt straight up the middle.
The fabric falls to the sides, and her gaze drops to my naked chest.
“You’re not going to get to ride me while I’m still chained up.”
“No. But I am going to strip you down.” She cuts away my boxers, eyes trailing along my cock and sending lust rushing through my body in waves. She pulls out her phone, snapping a couple of pictures. “And I’m going to need these for spank bank material later. Or blackmail. Who knows?”
I scowl, thrashing against the binds again and trying to get free.
She hums and puts the scissors back in the drawer before undoing the binds at my ankles. As she undoes the ones on my wrists, I wait for my chance to grab her.
The second my hands are free, I grab her by the waist and haul her on top of me, rolling us over and pinning her under me.
Jade hooks a leg over my hip. This is a side of her I’ve never seen before, and one that doesn’t completely make sense.
She’s been resistant to me since the beginning. She’s never been the one to initiate like this before. Nothing so aggressive, and certainly not in a way that she knows is playing with fire.
I brace myself above her, gaze searching hers. “What game are you playing?”
“No game.” Her fingers trail along my pulse and down my shoulders, pushing the torn shirt off. “I was just thinking that it might be nice to fuck when we’re not angry or hating each other.”
“Oh, I’m still very angry at you for showing up to my fight with Haven in tow the other night. That was stupid and dangerous, and you don’t know what’s going to come of it.”
I slide my fingers down her body, easing my fingers into her tiny silk shorts.
Her pussy is slick against my fingers as I circle her clit.
Jade moans, her back arching a little as her fingers sink into my shoulders. “I don’t think you’re that mad at me. If you were, you wouldn’t be here right now.”
I push one finger inside her, angling it against her body and holding it there, not giving her the friction she so obviously craves with that soft little whimper of hers.
It’s addictive having her wanting me this much, especially when she sits up just enough to pull her camisole over her head and toss it to the side.
My mouth traces her pulse.
It jumps as I thrust another finger inside her, crooking them and holding them against the spot that normally drives her wild. “I’m still very upset with you.”
She gasps and rocks her hips. “You can be mad with me later. I need you right now.”
“And what if I don’t want to give you what you want?” I move my fingers a little, aching with the way she clamps down around me.
It’s like she was made for me.
Though, I’ve known that for a while now. Even if her family has done nothing but fuck mine over, exceptions about what to do can be made for Jade.
Her nails dig into my skin, her hands flattening after a moment.
She puts a hand on the back of my neck, urging me closer to her.
I lean in, only a little distance between us.
My lips hover over hers as I press my thumb against her clit.
Her hips buck and grind into me.
She tips her head back, and it’s then that I go all the way in, trailing kisses up and down her neck.
I bite down on the sensitive flesh, groaning when she rocks up into me.
“Please,” Jade says, breathless, as my fingers continue to drive into her, pushing harder and deeper. “Please, please, please.”
“Please, what?” I drag her earlobe between my teeth. “If you want something, you’re going to have to use your words and tell me what it is you want. Tell me everything you want and maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll give it all to you.”
“I need your cock. Now. Please.”
“Desperation.” I kiss my way down the valley of her breasts, pulling one nipple between my teeth and then the other.
She writhes under me, clawing and trying to pull me in, her ankle digging into the back of my thigh.
I lean into her, giving her a little of what she wants while my fingers keep rocking.
Her breathy moan has me throbbing.
I know once I sink into her, I’m going to lose all sense of control. It happens every time I let her get a little too close to me. And I’ll be damned if I keep her at a distance. I worked too hard to get her here. Like this. Beneath me. Begging for me.
I pull out before she can crest over the edge of her building orgasm. Instead, I work my way lower down her body, tongue twirling over her skin, tracing patterns before grazing her with my teeth.
Her fingers run through my hair.
When my mouth closes over her pussy, she lets out another moan as she grinds against my face.
I could die a happy man, suffocating in her.
My tongue flicks over her clit, swirling and sucking until she’s rocking harder and faster against me.
She rolls her hips, trying harder and harder to get over the edge of that orgasm.
“Yes,” she says, breathless.
I pull back, smirking up at her. “You didn’t want to come yet, did you?”
“Bastard.” She glares at me, but it looks like she’s seconds away from clawing her own skin off in frustration.
I sit back on my heels. “Get on all fours, and maybe I’ll let you come on my cock.”
Without so much as a bit of protest, she flips over, her ass in the air and her back arched.
I run my fingers along her spine, cock bobbing as I get closer to her. I slide it against her pussy, soaking myself in her arousal before sinking into her.
My fingers sink into her hips as I haul her back against me.
I press a hand to her lower back, forcing her to arch it deeper.
She rocks with me, pushing back and moving her hips just a little, her inner walls squeezing tighter around me.
I groan, grabbing her hips and hauling her against me with every thrust. I pound into her with each rock of my hips.
Her inner walls start to pulse. “Fuck, yes.”
“Come for me.” I snake a hand around her hip, fingers dipping between her legs to pinch her clit. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
Her entire body tenses as the orgasm crashes through her.
I keep pumping, riding out the waves of the orgasm and how her pussy milks my cock as she finishes.
My cock stiffens, balls drawing tight as I slam into her one last time before pulling out, coating her ass in my cum.
She slumps against the bed, looking at me over her shoulder. “I’m going to need a shower now.”
I scoop her up off the bed, carrying her into the bathroom.
She stands to the side as I turn on the shower, letting the hot water steam up the glass. As she gets in without a word, I turn and head to the other bathroom in the apartment.
If I get in the shower with her, it’s only going to cloud my judgment more, and I can’t have that right now. Not after she was able to get on me and get my ankles tied while I was sleeping. And then I didn’t fight her harder when she was restraining my wrists.
I step beneath the spray of the shower, scalding water cascading down as I run my hands over my face.
There’s something about her that makes me lose all sense of reason. I should be furious with her about the stunt she pulled, showing up to the fight only to be cornered by Noah.
But there’s a part of me that likes that she came to see me.
That likes that she was the one wanting to fuck, that she wanted to play, even if she does have a horrible picture of me now.
She’s not an idiot. She won’t send that picture to anyone. In our world, she knows how it would make me look, and she’d know there’d be no coming back from a stunt like that.
After stepping out of the shower and getting dressed, I find her in the living room with a box of cold pizza from the fridge. She’s nibbling the crust off, the rest of the slice still intact.
“Odd way to eat that.” I grab a slice and fold it in half, sitting down on the couch beside her and taking a bite. “You want to tell me what changed to make you want me like that?”
Jade’s cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You haven’t been like that with me since I kidnapped you. What changed?”
She swallows hard and looks down at her hands before glancing at the lamp shining on the table.
Her shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath before her gaze locks with mine.
“I don’t know. I guess other than Haven, you seem like the one person in the world who understands me.
Who really sees me for who I am, and you like it. ”
“So, you’re liking the cooking classes, then?” I don’t want to press her too hard.
It wasn’t easy for her to admit that, even though I’ve known it all along.
Her family doesn’t see her for the woman she is. They don’t want to see her like that. They would rather pretend that she’s going to be able to slot herself into the lives that are expected of them.
I don’t think they’ve ever seen her as the individual she is.
Jade finishes the crust of her pizza. “It’s going well. I really like my professors and the knife work skills we’re learning are harder than I thought they’d be. And then all the lessons on food safety. I didn’t think there was so much I didn’t know.”
“Does that mean you’re going to open your own restaurant one day?”
“I’d have to talk to my family about it.” She leans back against the cushions, pulling her knees to her chest. “Speaking of my family, I want to go see them. I need to talk to them about Noah, and I want to tell them that I’m safe. I know they have to be worrying about me.”
“You think you’re safe?” I look at her as I finish my slice.
She shrugs. “Pretty sure I am. You might talk a good game about killing me, but I don’t think you’re actually going to do it. If you were, you would’ve done it by now.”
“You seem awfully confident in that.” I put my feet up on the coffee table, grabbing the remote and turning on the television.
I keep the volume low, putting on one of her favorite movies. Something about a blonde lawyer.
“Are you going to let me see my family or not?” She sounds exhausted, and as I study her, all I can do is weigh the pros and cons of letting her go to see them.
It would be all too easy for her to never come back. And I’m not going to let that happen.
I turn over the request. “I want to go with you, and I want to see that Zoe and Gia are happy there.”
Jade’s eyebrows climb. “They are.”
“You want to see your family, and I want to see mine.” I stare at her, gaze locking until she finally looks away first. I smirk and turn my attention to the movie. “Consider this the first step in you having more freedom.”
She bites the inside of her cheek before blowing out a breath. “My family is probably going to try to kill you the moment you walk through the door. You know that, right?”
“Guess it’s a good thing I have you to use as a human shield, isn’t it?”