9 -Into you- (1/2)
Playlist - into you
I'm into you, and every little things you do. I really like what you've done to me, I've got no clue what it is you do, but all I know is I'll be loving you
~|Sydney Ranae|~
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After all Jace said, about the love he had for me since highschool, about him sending Alex to know what's happening to me, about him sitting in the coffee shop without me knowing ,
My heart can't take this, and he said he don't do the girlfriend items, he just showed me a room for sex, do sex have a private room? When? The way he glanced at me with his neon eyes like the one of Corey Campbell, jeez, it's to die for, I love him yes! Did I just said love? OK yes I did.
Say something,” Jace commands, his voice deceptively soft.
”Do you do this to people or do they do it to you?”
His mouth quirks up, either amused or relieved.
”People?” He blinks a couple of times as he considers his answer. ”I do this to women who want me to.”
I don't understand.
”If you have willing volunteers, why am I here?”
”Because I want to do this with you, very much.”
”Oh,” I gasp. Why?
I wander to the far corner of the room and pat the waist high padded bench and run my fingers over the leather. He likes to hurt women. The thought depresses me.
”You're a sadist ? A psychopath? Is this the soft willhearted Jonathan Christopher I once knew?”
”I'm a Dominant.” His eyes are a scorching neon, intense.
”What does that mean?” I whisper.
”It means I want you to willingly surrender yourself to me, in all things.”
I frown at him as I try to assimilate this idea.
”Why would I do that?”
”To please me,” he whispers as he cocks his head to one side, and I see a ghost of a smile.
Please him! He wants me to please him! I think my mouth drops open. Please Jace Alicanté . And I realize, in that moment, that yes, that's exactly what I want to do. I want him to be damned delighted with me. It's a revelation.
”In very simple terms, I want you to want to please me,” he says softly. His voice is hypnotic.
”How do I do that?” My mouth is dry, and I wish I had more wine. Okay, I understand the pleasing bit, but I am puzzled by the this. So this is the real Jonathan Christopher?
It's more like a torture set up. Do I want to know the answer?
”I have rules, and I want you to comply with them. They are for your benefit and for my pleasure.
If you follow these rules to my satisfaction, I shall reward you. If you don't, I shall punish you, and you will learn,” he whispers.
I glance at the rack of canes as he says this.
”And where does all this fit in?” I wave my hand in the general direction of the room.
”It's all part of the incentive package. Both reward and punishment.”
”So you'll get your kicks by exerting your will over me.”
”It's about gaining your trust and your respect, so you'll let me exert my will over you. I will gain a great deal of pleasure, joy, even in your submission. The more you submit, the greater my joy – it's a very simple equation.”
”Okay, and what do I get out of this? Jonathan Christopher? ”
He shrugs and looks almost apologetic.
”Me,” he says simply.
Oh my. Jace rakes his hand through his hair as he gazes at me.
”You're not giving anything away, Sarah,” he murmurs, exasperated. ”Let's go back downstairs where I can concentrate better. It's very distracting having you in here.” He holds his hand out to me, and now I'm hesitant to take it.
Izzy had said he was dangerous, she was so right. How did she know? He's dangerous to my health, because I know I'm going to say yes. And part of me doesn't want to. Part of me wants to run screaming from this room and all it represents. I am so out of my depth here. It seems Izzy knew Jonathan more than I do back in school days! Holy fuck.
”I'm not going to hurt you, Sarah .” His neon eyes implore, and I know he speaks the truth. I take his hand, and he leads me out of the door.
”If you do this, let me show you.” Rather than going back downstairs, he turns right out of the Room, as he calls it, and down a corridor. We pass several doors until we reach the one at the end. Beyond it is a bedroom with a large double bed, all in white… everything, furniture, walls, bedding. It's sterile and cold but with the most glorious view of San Francisco through the glass wall.
”This will be your room. You can decorate it how you like, have whatever you like in here.”
”My room? You're expecting me to move in?” I can't hide the horror in my voice. Are you OK? Jonathan?
”Not full time. Just say, Friday evening through Sunday ,when you pack out of New York, . And I'm OK with you around Sarah, I missed you alot after graduation and all the fuss my mother caused for me and you all. He sighed.
We have to talk about all that, negotiate. If you want to do this,” he adds, his voice quiet and hesitant.
”I'll sleep here?”
”Yes.”
”Not with you.”
”No. I told you, I don't sleep with anyone, except you, the only girl that I fell for, when you're stupefied with drink back then in highschool prom and in adult age clubbing .” His eyes are reprimanding.
My mouth presses in a hard line. This is what I cannot reconcile. Kind, caring Jace Alicanté , who rescues me from inebriation and holds me gently while I'm throwing up, and the monster who possesses whips and chains in a special room.
”Where do you sleep?”
”My room is downstairs. Come, you must be hungry.”
”Weirdly, I seem to have lost my appetite,” I murmur petulantly.
”You must eat, Sarah,” he admonishes and, taking my hand, leads me back downstairs.
Back in the impossibly big room, I am filled with deep trepidation. I am on the edge of a precipice, and I have to decide whether or not to jump.
”I'm fully aware that this is a dark path I'm leading you down, Sarah , which is why I really want you to think about this. You must have some questions,” he says as he wanders into the kitchen area, releasing my hand.
I do. But where to start?
”You've signed your NDA, you can ask me anything you want, and I'll answer.”
I stand at the breakfast bar watching him as he opens the refrigerator and pulls out a plate of different Snack with two large bunches of green bananas . He sets the plate down on the worktop and proceeds to cut up a French Concordia .
”Sit.” He points to one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar, and I obey his command. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to have to get used to it. I realize he's been this bossy since I found out he's a Mexican hottie and an Alicanté.
”You mentioned paperwork.”
”Yes.”
”What paperwork?”
”Well, apart from the spiral binding contract , a contract saying what we will and won't do.
I need to know your limits, and you need to know mine. This is consensual, Sarah.”
”And if I don't want to do this?”
”That's fine,” he says carefully.
”But we won't have any sort of relationship?” I ask.
”No.”
”Why?”
”This is the only sort of relationship I'm interesting in.”
”Why?”
He shrugs.
”It's the way I am.”
”How did you become this way?”
”Why is anyone the way they are? That's kind of hard to answer. Why do some people like Chocolate and other people hate it? Do you like Chocolate ? Mrs. Tobias – my housekeeper – has left this for supper.” He takes some large, white plates from a cupboard and places one in front of me.
We're talking about chocolate… Holy crap.
”What are your rules that I have to follow?”
”I have them written down. We'll go through them once we've eaten.”
Food. How can I eat now?
”I'm really not hungry,” I whisper.
”You will eat,” he says simply.
Dominating Jace , it all becomes clear. ”Would you like another glass of wine?”
”Yes, please.”
He pours wine into my glass and comes to sit beside me. I take a hasty sip.
”Help yourself to food, Sarah.”
I take a small bunch of Banana . This I can manage. He narrows his eyes.
”Have you been like this for a while?” I ask.
”Yes.”
”Is it easy to find women who want to do this?”
He raises an eyebrow at me.
”You'd be amazed,” he says dryly.
”Then why me? I really don't understand.”
”Sarah, I've told you. There's something about you. I can't leave you alone.” He smiles ironically. ”I'm like a moth to a flame.” His voice darkens. ”I want you very badly, especially now, when you're eating your nails again.”
He takes a deep breath and swallows.
My stomach somersaults – he wants me… in a weird way, true, but this beautiful, strange, kinky man wants me.
”I think you have that cliché the wrong way round.” I grumble. I am the moth and he is the flame, and I'm going to get burnt. I know.