Chapter Twenty-Seven A Piece of Me
SUTTON
Jayce leads me through the penthouse and down the hall past his bedroom, his hand gently holding mine. I expect him to stop in front of the playroom. My pulse flutters at the thought and excitement pulses through me. What does he have in mind for me today? My pussy is practically humming.
But that’s not where we’re going. He surprises me by continuing onward, toward the last door on the left. I’ve never been in this room, and have no idea what to expect. Another playroom? Seems a bit excessive.
He stops and looks down at me, a small smile playing around his lips.
“I was going to surprise you with this later this week when it was completely finished. It’s taken longer than I hoped, since the only chance there is to work on it is when you’re not home. But I think now is a perfect time for you to see it, even if it’s not quite done.”
I furrow my brow, confused, and watch as he opens the door, then steps aside to give me room to go in first.
The moment I step inside, my breath catches and I freeze as I gaze around in shock.
It’s…a studio. A dance studio! There are floor-to-ceiling mirrors along two of the walls, and as I walk further into the room, I realize I’m stepping on a sprung floor. A sound system sits along the one wall without mirrors, waiting and ready to go.
There are also racks along that wall with leggings, cropped tops, leotards, skirts and different types of dance shoes neatly stored.
There’s even a small basket with hair ties, wraps, and pins.
I’m stunned by the attention to detail and the fact that everything I could possibly want to help me dance is here.
My chest tightens and tears start burning behind my eyes. He remembered. From a single conversation in a diner. I didn’t even think about that part of our conversation afterwards, but Jayce did, and then he took the few words I said about dance and created this.
When did he even have time to do all this? It must have been during those times I went to work at the coffee shop across from the performance center.
I swallow hard and turn back to him before I choke out, “Jayce…”
My voice breaks before I can say anything else. Jayce smiles softly at me, then spreads his arms wide, as if to encompass the whole room.
“For you, Starling,” he says quietly.
I stare at him, totally stunned. There are no words big enough for what’s pressing against my ribs. Gratitude. Shock. The joy of realizing someone is listening to me and really seeing who I am and not just the facade I try to present to the world…and my family.
Jayce sees me. He listens to me. He doesn’t try to force me to fit some idealized mold of how he thinks I should be.
He just…cares.
After a moment, he tilts his head slightly, eyes soft but intent as he gazes at me.
“Dance for me.”
Smiling, I nod and grab a pair of leggings, a tank top, and jazz shoes before I slip into the little changing nook next to the racks. I get dressed and pull my hair back and twist it into a bun.
When I step back out, Jayce doesn’t say a word.
He’s sitting on a bench next to the door.
His eyes sweep over me and his gaze darkens with something very much like hunger, but he still stays quiet.
My cheeks flush and my heart races. I begin stretching, bending down to touch my toes, then rolling back up to press my arms over my head.
My muscles are tight, but I feel them start to loosen as I carefully move.
Sitting on the floor, I spread my legs wide and work out my hips and hamstrings.
Jayce is watching me intently, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t putting on a little show for him.
Emphasizing the movements and arching my body in ways I know show off my curves.
When I’m ready, I stand and quickly cross to the sound system to choose a song, needing to distract myself from the intensity of his stare. I select something more contemporary and hit play.
The music starts, and I move to the middle of the floor, locking in to the beat.
At first, my body doesn’t know what to do with itself.
I haven’t danced since college, after all.
My timing is off. My shoulders are stiff.
My balance wobbles on the first turn and I nearly laugh at myself.
I take a moment and suck in a deep breath, then start again.
My body syncs with the rhythm of the music.
My movements become bolder as my muscles start to remember how to move.
I twist and spin, my arms slicing through the air with force one moment, then softening until they seem to be floating.
I let the transitions stretch and my weight travel.
A turn carries me across the floor, another follows, momentum pulling me forward.
I remember how to fall and catch myself.
How to suspend in the air just long enough to feel weightless.
How to let emotion pour out through my movements when my words aren’t enough.
The longer I dance, the quieter everything else becomes.
The fake engagement and wedding that will never happen.
My family’s expectations.
The pressure of proving I’m enough. That I’m capable.
It all fades and my mind goes totally quiet for the first time in years.
I don’t look at Jayce, but I know he’s there, watching me.
Silently supporting me and giving me things I don’t even realize I need.
Gratitude fills me. I don’t think I could fully explain what this means to me.
What he’s starting to mean to me. I’m falling for him.
I told myself I wouldn’t, but how could I not when he’s this incredible to me?
I know this isn’t forever and that he’s just doing this out of kindness, friendship, and because he’s just… good.
I know all that, but it doesn’t change my feelings for him.
When I finally glance toward him, he hasn’t moved an inch.
He’s still sitting on the bench, elbows braced on his knees, hands loosely clasped.
His gaze follows me, but he doesn’t interrupt.
Just watches me, as if I’m something fascinating.
His dark blue eyes are intent and his expression focused.
At this moment, I feel like I’m the only thing that matters to him.
Nothing else in the world exists but me, and that feeling is thrilling.
I keep going until my muscles burn and sweat slicks my back. When the music fades, I slow to a stop, breath coming fast and my heart pounding hard and steady.
I stand there for a moment, hands on my thighs, catching my breath, smiling.
God, that felt fantastic. I didn’t realize just how much I missed dance… I mean, I knew I missed it, but I didn’t understand how vital it was to me. Or, maybe I did, but I blocked it from my mind so I could live without it.
I look up and meet Jayce’s gaze. Without a word, I cross to him. He sits back and I straddle his lap and grip his shoulders. He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me against him.
Pressing my forehead to his, I close my eyes and whisper, “Thank you. You gave me back a piece of myself.”
“You’re welcome,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers along my cheek.
I lower my mouth to his and kiss him. He opens his mouth beneath mine and lets me set the pace.
It’s slow and gentle at first as I try to show him just how grateful I am through this small contact, but within moments, I realize it’s not enough.
I deepen the kiss and drag one hand down his chest, feeling the hard ridges of his chest and abs beneath his shirt.
Fuck, I love his body. He’s so strong and solid.
I move my hand lower until I reach the top of his pants. When I start to undo his belt buckle, he pulls back, breaking our kiss.
“This wasn’t supposed to be about me,” he mutters, but I can see the excitement simmering in his gaze when he looks up at me.
I shake my head and reply in a steady voice, “Please. Let me.”
For a moment, we just stare at each other, the tension between us thickening.
When he finally nods, I grin and slide off his lap, going to my knees between his legs.
I look up at him and undo his belt, then unbutton his pants.
He lifts his hips and lets me pull his pants and underwear down his thighs, releasing his cock.
He’s already hard and leaking precum. Licking my lips, I wrap one hand around his base and stroke.
Jayce groans and I grin. Slowly, I drag my tongue across the tip, teasing him a bit.
He tastes salty and I want more. His thighs tense around me and his reaction makes me fucking giddy.
Being able to make this beast of a man tremble with just a few touches is oddly intoxicating.
Parting my lips, I suck the head of his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, Sut,” he hisses, laying a hand on top of my head. He doesn’t put any pressure on me, though. Doesn’t try to take control. He’s letting me have this for the moment, though how long he’ll be able to hold back, I have no idea.
Pressing my tongue to the underside of his shaft, I lower myself onto him, taking him deep into my mouth. He’s getting so hard and thick, I have to stretch my jaw to accommodate him. I start to bob my head, sucking him and taking more and more of him into my mouth until I’m balls deep.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Just like that, baby. That feels so fucking good.”
I suck harder, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible. I want him to know just how much I feel for him, even if I’m not able to put it into words.
His cock hits the back of my throat and I gag before relaxing and taking him even deeper. He’s so rock hard and thick, it takes me a few more attempts before I’m able to suck him into my throat.
“Shit!” he exclaims, his fingers clutching the back of my head tighter.
I can tell he’s barely restraining himself from taking over, and I kind of want to see what happens when I push him over the edge, so I reach up with my hand and cup his balls.
I lick and suck as I massage his sack, and it’s only a few moments before he lets out a feral growl and grasps my head with both hands.
He holds me still as he begins pumping his hips, thrusting into my mouth.
I gag again, tears forming in my eyes and drool running down my chin.
“Fuck,” he snarls. “Your mouth feels so good. So hot and wet. I’m going to cum so hard, baby. You’re going to take it for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna suck this big dick dry.”
I hum and try to nod, but his grip on me is tight, though not painful. He seems to know what I’m trying to say, though.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re going to take it all like a good girl. My good girl. Take all that hot cum.”
His praise sends a rush through me and I feel myself growing wet between my legs. This is so hot. I love how much he wants me right now. Tears are streaming down my cheeks now and he yanks on my hair. My pussy is so wet, I can feel it leaking down my thighs.
“Get ready, baby… I’m going to cum so hard…”
He lets out a long, guttural groan and the next second, he releases into my throat. I quickly swallow his cum, savoring every drop.
He pulls me off his cock and yanks my face up toward his.
When his mouth crashes against mine, I part my lips and his tongue sweeps in.
Tasting me. Tasting himself. The kiss is rough and demanding.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, I curl my fingers into the fabric and cling to him as he dominates me with his lips.
At length, he pulls back and stares down at me.
I gaze up at him with a small grin. His cheeks are flushed and he’s panting, but the hunger hasn’t dimmed from his eyes.
He tucks himself away, then stands, pulling me to my feet as well.
Before I can say a word, he picks me up and cradles me against his chest. I laugh as he turns and storms out of the room without a backward glance, carrying me with him to the playroom.
When we get to the room, he crosses to the bed and sets me down on the mattress. Bending over me, he captures my lips in another rough kiss.
When he pulls back, he growls, “I want to try something new.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Say your safe word.”
“Pirouette.”
Smirking, he takes hold of my chin and kisses me again before murmuring, “Good girl.”
Straightening, he moves to the hidden panel, but instead of grabbing ropes, he takes hold of a silky-looking eye mask and some black leather cuffs. I blink, taken aback.
This is new.
When he reaches me again, he holds up the mask and slips it over my eyes. It’s soft and smooth, and everything goes totally dark.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m okay.”
He lets out a grunt of approval before taking my wrists and sliding them into the cuffs.
“Lay back,” he orders. “Put your arms over your head.”
Swallowing, I do as I’m told, stretching out and raising my bound hands. Jayce takes them and I hear a clicking. When I try to move my arms, I realize he’s attached me to the headboard.
“Still good?” he asks, dragging his fingers along my hip.
“Yes, sir,” I gasp, goosebumps breaking out along my skin.
He takes hold of my leggings and drags them down my legs, along with my underwear. My heart is pounding and the blood rushes through my veins, hot and fast.
I feel him moving over me, then he’s whispering in my ear, “Time to return the favor.”
The sound of buzzing fills the air.
“What…?” Before I can finish speaking, though, something firm and vibrating presses between my legs, right up against my pussy. I throw my head back and let out a cry, pleasure exploding through me.
Jayce runs the toy up and down my folds. I’m soaking wet, the sounds mixing with the vibrations and my moans. My hips arch and I writhe, unable to break away from the cuffs.
“I want you to cum for me, Starling,” he says, his voice rumbling. “Cum for me right now.”
As if my body was just waiting for permission, my orgasm bursts through me. Stars explode in my vision, momentarily blinding me as I’m pulled beneath wave after wave of pleasure.
I shake and buck, but Jayce doesn’t let up. He forces two more orgasms out of me before he finally shows me mercy. I’m left a limp, panting mess, so exhausted and satisfied, I can’t move a muscle.
He undoes the cuffs and removes my blindfold, then carefully scoops me back up into his arms.
“You did so good, baby,” he whispers against my forehead as he carries me out of the room and down the hall. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I smile against his chest, snuggling into him. He takes me into his bedroom and cleans me up before tucking me into bed and crawling in next to me, holding me tight as I fall asleep secure in his arms.