Watching Rory

Plans

Plans? What plans?

My head is about to explode with the cluster fuck of information I just received.

It was apparent with all the pictures Jace sent me over the months there were cameras somewhere in the house, but I’m still stuck on the part about Eric paying to have me killed.

“Is that what he was talking about the other night when you shot him?” I ask.

His head bobs up and down in response.

"Yes, he was getting increasingly livid the longer it took me to execute the job."

Ugh, that was a poor choice of words. 

“What did you have to prepare, and what are your plans?”

"Well, I had to make sure Eric's dumb ass stayed away from you while the protection order was in place. He couldn't get arrested again, so my partners Nyx and Malachi were watching him while I was watching you. All of this should have ended the night I shot him, but you were scared enough as it was and about to move the fuck out of this house. I didn't think you were ready." 

"Jace, you're talking in circles. What wasn't I ready for?" I huff.

“The other part of your surprise is over there,” he says, loosening his grip around my waist and pointing to the table in the far corner.

Without further resistance, I lift off his lap and warily walk to see what lies on the table.

“I’m even more confused. What the fuck is all of this stuff?”

There are shrubbery shears, needles, a blow torch, a pick ax, and other random torturous items.

Jace is behind me now, and his hard cock presses into my ass. His tongue licks up the side of my neck and says, "they're tools for you to use, Little Slut, but we'll get to that soon.'

"First, I need you to remove your pants and sit that fine ass back on the couch with your legs wide open. Don’t be a brat. If you thought the leash was degrading, imagine what I can make you do in front of this piece of shit if you don't listen.”

The tingle between my legs tells me to defy him to see how he’ll punish me, but I'm also interested in where he’s taking this.

I fling my heels off toward Jace. One leg at a time, I strip off my faux leather pants and sway my ass to the couch in only my G-string bodysuit. Sitting exactly how Jace told me to.

“Good girl, now unbutton that leotard thing and let me see that pussy,” he says.

Taking one snap at a time, I unlatch the bodysuit, lift it to my hips, and slowly spread my legs.

With his back to me, Jace rummages through the items on the table and puts something in his pocket. 

He creeps to the couch and kneels on the carpet, so his face directly views my sex.

Unexpectedly, he slaps my pussy, making me squeal. 

Fuck, my clit is throbbing. I hope Jace does that again.

Goddamnit, no, no, I don't. What is it about this man that makes me thrive for his touch? 

He’s been stalking me, for fucks sake, and it’s been barely an hour since I learned his name or saw his face for the first time.

“Have you ever made yourself squirt, Little Slut?” he asks, slapping me again and removing a pink g-spot vibrator from his pocket. 

“Uh, no,” I say, glancing at the toy he’s holding, and I realize it looks a lot like the one I own.

“Is that my fucking vibrator? I used it last night! How did you get it?” 

That was a dumb question. Jace obviously knows I used it last night and snuck into my apartment to take it. 

“Answer my damn question Rory,” he barks.

Uncomfortable with him staring at me spread open, I attempt to close my legs around him and say, “No, I've never squirted. I've only read about it in my books or seen it in porn.”

“Yes, you have, little slut.” he says with a mischievous grin.

“You were sleeping here on the couch and squirted all over my fingers. And to answer your question, yes, I stole your little toy. I watched you cum all over it, and nothing touches this sweet pussy unless I say."

My hips buck forward involuntarily at his words. His need to possess me is turning me on more. If I were to put my hand between my legs, I would indeed be soaked. 

"I'm going to show Eric how a real man makes you cum,"