Command Me

Chapter 23

(Not Edited)

*SMUT WARNING*

~ Perrie's Pov ~

The dining table stretched down the length of the cavernous room. Its occupants, clad in dinner attire, sat at formal place settings. The crystal sparkled, the silver was polished, and all eyes were on me. I stared over their heads, which wasn't hard considering they were all seated, and made my way to the two seats vacant at the end of the table. Daring to look at the other dinner guests, I found Leigh Anne glaring at me with cold rage frozen on her face, her eyes casting icy daggers. I raised one eyebrow at her as I passed.
Game on, bitch.
As I reached my seat, the low murmurings of the dinner party grew to a buzz. I chanced a glance around the entire table this time, unsurprised that a few people turned away from my direct gaze. Everyone except two. Jonathan cocky grin made him look as though he were in on some secret joke. I forced myself not to roll my eyes. And at the head of the table, The queen sat watching my late arrival with practiced stoicism.
I nodded my head in deference to her, feeling only slightly guilty for being tardy. Mostly because I would have been on time if it weren't for her daughter and nephew. Not that I really had any regrets about how I'd spent my time this afternoon.
A server stepped forward to pull out my chair when the dining room doors burst open. Jade strode quickly toward me, throwing a cursory nod toward her mothers place, but her eyes never left mine. I was dimly aware that the server was waiting for me to sit, but I couldn't move. The whole room had faded except for Jade. The suppressed fury on her face said it all. I was hers, and she was reasserting her claim to me. Jade didn't need to speak, I already knew her expectation, so I waited. She reached me, dismissing the server curtly. Taking her place behind the chair, she held it for me. "Perrie."
My name was sex on her lips, and in it I felt the cocktail of possessiveness and lust and confusion that she felt. I sunk into the chair as I sunk back under her command. Jade hastily took the chair next to mine, and I reached out under the table to place a tentative hand on her knee, but she knocked it away.
"Nice of you to join us, Jade," The queen boomed.
Jade's gaze stayed glued to me as she replied, "I had no idea I was a necessary aspect of your meal. You certainly didn't need to wait for me. I'm not a fork."
The queen's jaw tightened. "If you're finished with this display of machismo, I'd like to eat dinner."
"So would I," Jade said, and I heard the words she didn't say: I have somewhere to be.
I could see her need to fuck me reflecting in her eyes. But if Luke was right, Jade might need to hear the word no every once in a while. I wasn't positive that Jade wanted a real relationship, but she had brought me here. She had claimed me in front of her mother and everyone else. That had to mean something. However, I also knew that she didn't know the first thing about having a relationship. With my limited experience in this area, I was only certain of one thing. I had to prove to Jade and everyone else that I wouldn't tolerate games.
Peeling my eyes from Jade, I turned toward my plate, suddenly grateful that the glass of wine at my place had already been filled. As I reached for it, I met Luke's amused eyes watching me. I'd been too distracted by Jade's dramatic entrance to notice that I'd sat right across from her cousin. At least I had an ally close by, especially with Leigh Anne too close for comfort. She stared at Jade expectantly as if she was trying to cast a spell over her, but Jade's concentration couldn't be broken.
"Doesn't Perrie look fabulous, Jade?" Luke asked, steepling his fingers.
"She's a bit overdressed for dinner, don't you think?" Leigh Anne said, butting in. The rest of the brat pack snickered around her on cue. "Or under-dressed, depending on how you look at it."
"Jealousy doesn't suit you." Luke ignored the evil look she cast toward him and picked up a butter knife, which he twisted thoughtfully in his hands. "It makes your complexion look horrible. Clashes with your dress."
"We all know you're an expert on the subject," Leigh Anne said, but she'd turned her angry face to me. "I saw that dress at Tamara's. I had no idea you had even heard of her. I thought she was a bit more exclusive."
"She can't be terribly exclusive if you know who she is," I said without missing a beat.
Jade blinked beside me as though she was only now hearing the conversation between me and Leigh Anne.
"I'll have to speak to her," she said.
"When you do, give her my love." I had never heard of Tamara. I'd never met her. Jesy had picked this dress out for me. It was purchased with my own money though, and I knew one thing. On Monday I would be in that boutique cleaning her out of every size six dress she had in stock. There was no way I'd let Leigh Anne win, even if it was only at shopping.
"I will." Leigh Anne smiled sweetly, and I returned the gesture as the soup course was placed in front of us. It smelled delicious, all creamy with toasted croutons floating on top. I raised my soup spoon, reminding myself to be graceful even as my stomach growled. Across the table, Leigh Anne pushed her bowl away with distaste. Despite my hatred of her, my stomach flopped at the gesture. I had no reason to suspect that Leigh Anne shared that in common with me, but it was a warning sign. She reached for her water, laughing at a joke as she leaned closer to Jonathan. I slurped the soup from my spoon and continued to watch her as the conversation around me picked up. Everyone was chatting, except Jade and me. Maybe I just wanted to distract myself from her coldness and that was why I was seeing behavioral patterns that weren't really there. Maybe Leigh Anne simply didn't like soup.
I took a few more spoonfuls before I placed my napkin on the table to signal that I was finished with it. If it was anything like I expected, I'd be stuffed by the third course if I didn't pace myself. But when I looked up, Leigh Anne was watching me, a calculating look in her eyes. I turned toward Jade, but she continued to eat.
Dropping my voice so we couldn't be overheard, I said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Jade asked stiffly.
"You seem upset."
Jade's eyes flashed up to meet mine finally, a bemused smile on her face. "We still have a lot to learn about one another, Perrie. I wasn't upset—" her voice lowered "—I was turned on. I didn't think I could stop myself from throwing you across the table and ripping off those shameless excuses for knickers you're wearing if you touched me again."
I blinked at this, my perception of the situation adjusting to this revelation. How hadn't I seen that? She needed to reestablish dominance, which for Jade meant sex. That's what she had been thinking. Confidence ballooned in my chest at the thought. She wasn't angry with me. She wanted me. Because I looked hot. Because I drove her crazy.
"Maybe you should," I said, unable to stop myself. I wanted the delicious ache between my legs to grow, knowing that it would go unfulfilled for another hour or two, so that by the time we were alone once more, the moment she took me would be worth the build up.
"Don't tempt me, Perrie. I only have so much restraint." Her lips twitched though, and I could see her imagining the scene: the reaction of the entire dinner party as she threw me across the linen glasses shattering, forks clattering and shoved her hot, thick member inside me. I couldn't help squirming at the thought. Jade spotted my fidgeting and smiled wider. "Soon, love."
I trembled at the thought, forcing myself to focus on the next course as it was served. But I could only pick at my salad, too distracted by Jade's gaze, which continued to burn through me. When the third course arrived a leg of lamb served medium rare Jade grinned as they placed my plate in front of me.
"Eat up, Perrie," she murmured. "You'll need your strength tonight."
My eyes closed, drinking in her words, my fork hovering over my meal. My mouth watered, but it had nothing to do with the heavenly scent wafting from the food in front of me. Jade should be given a special commendation for building anticipation.
"I do hope you aren't having an episode." Leigh Anne's voice pulled me from my fantasy.
My eyes snapped open to find a shameless smirk on her face, her eyes gleaming with mischief that I knew was far from innocent. I took a bite, chewing it slowly and making an oh-my-god face as I swallowed. Leigh Anne sighed disgustedly at my orgasmic performance.
"I was so surprised when I found out about your little problem," she said in a voice that carried over the other conversations at the table. Inwardly I cringed, but I forced myself to keep my head held high. "Usually women with eating disorders are thinner."
My mouth fell open, shocked that she'd not only bring this up at the dinner table in front of a huge group of people, but that she'd actually say something that heinous. If she had wanted attention, she now had it. The Queen said nothing, but her mother dabbed at her mouth with a napkin, not concealing her disgust. But was that distaste leveled at the person who deserved it or at me for being flawed? I couldn't be sure.
A few seats down, Luke folded his hands on the table. "Leigh Anne, be careful. Your bitch is showing."
"Luke," the queen admonished him.
"Oh, you aren't deaf," Luke replied, shooting the queen a sharp look. "You're just pretending to be oblivious to what's right in front of your face."
"Something you count on," Leigh Anne threw in, scathingly. The comment hit its mark, and Luke clamped his mouth shut.
My mind spun with so many things I would like to say to her that I couldn't decide on one. I had expected her to attack me, but the heartless taunts directed at Luke pushed me over the edge. He'd called her out and she stepped over the line. Did she have any clue the damage she was doing to the fragile relationships he had with everyone at this table? My hands trembled with rage as I watched Luke pretend to ignore her. If anyone didn't belong at this table, it was Leigh Anne.
The table fell into a silence, and I finally dared to look at Jade, who hadn't spoken. As soon as I saw her face, I understood why she hadn't come to our defense. Veins pulsed along her neck, her jaw tight, her lips thinned into a straight line, and her knuckles had gone white from clutching his silverware. Jade was employing her considerable self-control, and I wasn't certain I wanted to see what would happen if it faltered.
Leigh Anne obviously didn't share my concern.
"You should probably get your girlfriend—" she spit the word out, making it clear what she thought of giving me this title "—some help before her eating disorder gets her on more tabloid covers."
By now the shock had worn off, and I couldn't hold back anymore. "Listen bitch, I can't help noticing you haven't touched your plate or your salad or your soup. The only thing you've had your mouth on is that rocks glass. I'm happy to lend you my doctor's name after I finish eating."
Beside her, Luke bit back a smile, but The queen threw down her napkin. "Enough of—"
"You don't get to say enough," Jade said in an even voice so deadly calm that it raised the hairs on the back of my neck. "Not if you watch as she's slandered."
"Don't be melodramatic," Leigh Anne said, but I saw her throat slide as she swallowed nervously.
"You're here as a guest of this family," Jade reminded her, "I'm now rescinding that invitation. I'd like you to leave."
Leigh Anne stared at Jade, eyes wide as saucers, as the entire table erupted into conflicting opinions on Jade's etiquette.
"This is my house," The queen said, knocking her fist against the table. "And surely you stand by your daughter's request to have a fair-weather friend removed from our table," Jade said loudly to match the volume of her mother's voice. "Unless Leigh Anne is here at your invitation."
The queen gave a terse nod of support to Jade, before rising and exiting the room. The mirth was now completely stripped from Leigh Anne's face as she stumbled to her feet, her eyes flashing to her companions as if she expected one of them to come with her.
Leigh Anne lifted her head, shooting one more withering look my way as she did, and marched from the room without another word.
"Finish your dinner," Jade said softly.
I swallowed and stared at my plate. My appetite was gone, replaced by a pit in my stomach that was quickly filling with dread. Around us, the others picked at their food and no one spoke. Everyone too lost to think of anything to say.
"Now," she added in a more commanding tone, keeping her voice lowered so that only I could hear.
I took a bite and another, but I didn't taste anything. Leigh Anne might be gone, but I felt eyes watching me, looking away as soon as they were caught. Eating became an act of rebellion. I would show them they were wrong about me. There was no glory in it though, only the hollowness of regret. I wished I had never come here.
When I was finished, I stood and nodded toward the head of the table. "The meal was delicious and enlightening. Please excuse me."
I rushed from the room, exiting out the door that the servers had brought the food through. I moved so quickly that I nearly ran into one carrying a large platter of decadent looking desserts. I muttered an apology without stopping.
I need to get out of this house.
It was my only thought as I dodged the staff in the kitchen, spotting a back entrance in the process. Pushing open the door while the cook gawked at me, I stumbled onto a back patio. The sun had faded, leaving only the remnants of twilight in the sky, and I breathed in the evening air, trying to steady my heart and my thoughts. Turning back, I stared at the estate. It sprawled behind me, and I marveled that with its spacious rooms and grand arches, I could barely breathe inside it as though the walls were slowly moving in on me, crushing me so quietly that no one could hear me scream.
The back door opened and Jade stepped through. Without a word, she strode toward me, grabbed my hand and pulled me along after her. When we'd moved outside the view of the kitchen windows, she yanked me to her.
"Jade—"
But her finger flew to my mouth, silencing my protest. "I won't apologise for her, Perrie. I won't waste any words on her."
"I have a few that wouldn't be wasted on her," I said, but my voice quivered, betraying that she had managed to get to me.
"Baby." The endearment was soft as Jade took my face in her hands. She brought her lips to mine so slowly that I felt the electricity building between us. It exploded as our mouths met in white-hot passion. Jade ravaged me, and the message was clear as her tongue plunged possessively inside my mouth, catching my own and sucking it into submission: I belonged to her. Nothing mattered but what she said. That might have scared me with another person, but with Jade it set me free. I'd spent my whole life seeing myself through a funhouse mirror, but Jade's possession had clarified that warped vision, allowing me to see myself as she saw me.
I was limp under her domination, clay to be molded for her pleasure, knowing that when I gave myself to her, I'd experience more pleasure than I could have ever imagined. Jade broke the kiss, stepping away, and I swayed, unbalanced without her touch. She sensed this and took my hand, placing it over the stiff bulge in her pants. "This is what you do to me."
My fingers flew to her belt buckle, but she pushed them away.
"No, Baby. When I say," Jade reminded me. "Right now, I want you to turn around."
My face flushed as desire pooled in my core, imagining Jade fucking me right here. I did as she said, and Jade pressed a hand to the small of my back, guiding me a few paces forward until we reached a stone balustrade that wrapped around the veranda. She pushed me gently against it, bending me over the railing. I faced the house, unsurprised to see the windows of this section dark.
"When I saw you before dinner," Jade murmured, brushing my hair over my shoulder to whisper in my ear, "I wondered where you'd left your skirt."
I giggled nervously. "I like this dress."
"Oh, I like it, too," she said. "I like that I can do this."
Jade's hand slipped easily under my dress and between my legs.
"I must admit I didn't like sitting next to you, so close to this—" she cupped my sex through the lace of my thong "—so close to what is mine, knowing I had to wait for it."
"Antici...pa...tion," I breathed, drawing out the word.
"That's exactly what I had in mind, Perrie." Her fingers drifted under the negligible fabric, sliding smoothly between my lips. "Do you want to step out of these for me?"
I sighed, my eyes shut as I relished the sensation of her long, rough fingers gliding wickedly between my seam. "You're giving me a choice?"
"It's come to my attention that we have finite resources on Earth," she repeated my earlier jibe, "and that I should spare a few pairs of panties."
"How forward-thinking of you," I said, hitching my thumbs under the straps of my thong and wiggling them until they fell at my feet.
"I think you'll approve of my planned call to action." Jade bent and retrieved the lacy scrap at my feet. She brought it to my lips and urged them open, stuffing them into my mouth. "We're so very close to the kitchens, and I want to keep all those sexy little noises and cries of yours to myself."
I whimpered against the fabric in my mouth, as a hint of perfume and muskiness flooded my nostrils.
"I'm actually jealous, Perrie," Jade said, her hand caressing down my throat and coming to rest at the nape of my neck. "I'll bet you can taste that sweet, little pussy of yours on those panties, something I've been dying to do all night. I suppose I need to do something about that."
Jade pushed me farther over the bannister until my feet dangled slightly in the air. She stepped between my legs, spreading me before her, my short dress providing no resistance. Her hand stayed firm on my neck and her other one massaged down my bare ass until one finger slid down into me, pushing me open for her greedy eyes. I protested feebly against my makeshift gag as her thumb circled around me.
"Relax," Jade ordered. "You belong to me, Perrie, and I want you. All of you."
My eyes clenched shut as her thumb pushed against that forbidden place. I had never wanted something like this, but I was powerless to her touch. I needed to give all of myself to her. Trusting Jade meant opening myself to her even when it scared me, although I couldn't deny the sweep of pleasure as she drew her finger in and out of me in slow, careful strokes.
"I'd like to take your ass, Perrie," she said in a voice that warned me not to protest. "Remember it is mine, and I will claim it when I choose to."
She increased the pressure of her massage until the lace caught my moans.
"Not tonight," she said with a finality that left me panting with desperation. "You aren't ready, baby. But you can't deny me my desire to play with you after you teased me all night in this poor excuse for a dress. They're scared of you, you know. So different, so confident. You've unraveled them just as you've done to me."
Jade didn't stop as she spoke, rather she pushed in and out faster until I clung to the railing, holding on as the first waves of pleasure broke across me. Jade slipped two fingers into my cleft, increasing the pressure and filling me abundantly as she stretched me past my boundaries. She fucked me slowly until I cried out, overwhelmed by the new sensations that swelled in me. The panties muffled my exclamations, and I bit down on them.
"I love that little cry of yours. It sounds so helpless, as if you're begging me to rescue you. Do you want to come?" She asked in a raspy voice that sent goose bumps shivering across my skin.
I nodded, unable to speak. The world around me was a blur of darkness and light. I was lost to my pleasure, lost to the sensations crowding into my body, rippling out like tiny emissaries to warn of an oncoming storm. And no matter how overwhelmed I was, I clung to the edge, never wanting this moment to end.
Jade removed her fingers, drawing a gasp of displeasure from me as she left me aching and pulsing with need. But she immediately dipped down, running her tongue agonizingly slowly along my swollen lips, stopping to attend to my throbbing clit with long, drawing pulls. Then, without warning, her thumb pushed inside my rear, driving me over the precipice as my orgasm surged through me in powerful crests that broke across my body and rushed over my skin. It was too much. It was everything.
But Jade continued even as my legs clamped against her head and I called out for her to stop, although I wished she never would. Jade finally released me, only to rise and press her body against mine. "I need to be inside you." Jade pulled the panties out of my mouth. "Ask for it Perrie."
My legs shook under me, and my sex pulsed, tender and swollen. I couldn't handle any more. I was too sore, too tired to stand. "I...I can't."
"Wrong answer," she breathed, and I heard her pants unzip.
"Too much," I whimpered.
"Perrie," she soothed me, even as her member slipped between my legs, pressing hot against my sensitive flesh. She waited, poised at my entrance. I bit my lip, trying to control my body's urge to open for her as she stroked her crown along my seam. I wanted to believe I could still say no to her, even as my body shifted from overwhelmed to excited at her restrained touch.
Jade pressed a kiss to my shoulder as she continued to persuade me with her perfect member. I dropped my head back, losing myself momentarily to the temptation, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her.
Leigh Anne was frozen, watching us from an open balcony door. Our eyes met and I allowed a wicked smile to creep across my face. Her gaze stayed icy, but it was clear she couldn't look away. I closed my eyes and lost myself to Jade once more. Jace was mine and soon Leigh Anne would know that.
"I need to feel you, Jade," I murmured to her. "Your skin on mine."
The stroke of her member stopped, although it stayed wedged against my sex. I relished the tiny pops as she unbuttoned her shirt, and a moment later, Jade wrapped an arm around my torso. She brought my body into contact with her nearly bare chest and I could feel her warmth radiating across my skin.
"I want you Jade. I want you to fill me," I moaned loudly, melting into her, even as she bent me forward and entered me with a powerful thrust that drew a loud gasp from my lips.
Jade's hand slid from my belly to my breast, plumping it through my dress and sending more moans to my lips as my nipple harden in response. I felt Leigh Anne's eyes on us still, but I didn't care. I was lost to Jade, lost to her touch. In that moment, I belonged to her and I knew that when it came to her pleasure, the answer would always be yes.
"I'm going to come inside your beautiful pussy." A groan punctuated her words, and my core clenched, tightening around her member like a coiled wire. "Christ, you're milking me. You want me inside you, don't you? You want me to pour inside you, because you know it's mine."
"Only you," I gasped as my limbs tightened.
"Only you," Jade repeated. Her words flooded through me, and a thready cry escaped me as I felt the hot lash of her seed. I shattered into a million pieces that rained over me, drenching my body with pleasure that soaked into my blood.
It was too much and my knees buckled. Jade caught me, sweeping me into her arms and cradling me against her as she carried me into the house. My eyes flickered to our audience, but she was gone. She'd gotten the message.
I sighed with relief, resting my head against Jade's shoulder and breathing her in. I belonged to her, but she was mine.

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