Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Four ||

Jace-

"I could... so very easy and painless too. You wouldn't even know you were dead."

I stared into her, admiring behind those timid brown irises that there was a real fucking bitch. Riele pretended to look away, she squirmed under my grip but wouldn't give in. Not yet. This was better than a fight. I have her submission and I wouldn't let her forget. Not even for a second, that I am her lord and savior. That I would always be towering over her like this. This moment was in a way... beautiful. It was pure and filled my senses like a sharp breath.

"It won't matter when someone is sobbing over my gravestone and you're sitting in a godforsaken prison cell somewhere hopefully under the gates of hell."

She replied softly, the tears that had gathered onto her lower lids threatened to spill. I lifted both edges of the t-shirt and tucked them discreetly under her chin, exposing the glowing flesh underneath. Her areolas and nipples were chocolate kiss tips of perfection that hardened as I rubbed my fingertips across them. She viciously jerked away from me. With nowhere to go.

"Is that what you think is gonna happen?"

"It's what I know."

She struggled.

"Look around, if you're expecting a fairytale castle little kitty... you've got one."

I released her and held my hands up in a defensive type manner. What more could she be wanting? This is where her princess journey begins with me.

"I don't need your miserable fairytale castle."

I considered her for a moment, before dipping my head to press my lips against her eve's apple in a gentle kiss. I held them there, burning my scent into her nostrils. I wanted her to feel the heat from my lips to the center of her chest. She stiffened like a block of ice but I was determined to make her melt. Trailing my mouth from her neck to her collarbones, I brushed them across those taut and waiting nipples. She gave a weak breath, inching away.

"Come on now, kitty. Don't be such a way with me, we're all in this together now."

The ache in my abdomen began to spread down my thighs, I watched her whip the shirt down quickly over her tits, and then she was fuming.

"I'd rather you kill me and be done with it."

"Jesus, you're no fun. Maybe that would be more enjoyable."

I muttered, bringing myself up to my full height. I crossed my arms over my chest. The clock above her head chimed to 9:45 AM. I had board meetings, important phone calls, and delicate clients to manage all day and here I am. Playing with a little lost kitten and her insufferable temper. A chill of excitement pinned my heart in a series of rapid beats.

"I think you need to be taught a little obedience."

Riele backed away from me as I grabbed her arm and began dragging her back into the bedroom. The sun was peeling away layers of light in the room now. I drew the curtains using a button on the wall and sat her down on the bed.

"Bath time."

"What?"

"You're taking a bath. All dirty disobedient little kittens need one so I'm gonna give you one."

"I can bathe myself... thank you."

Riele's eyebrows shot up into her curly bangs, as she tucked her hands under her armpits She edged away from me, looking even more panicked than when we were talking about killing her.

"Oh, you will trust me."

I said, with a wink. Riele then paused and this seem to capture her attention, she opened her mouth to say something but no sound came out. I took the opportunity to slip into the bathroom. I had every reason to punish her, she's truly been intolerable since she woke up. The water comes out of the faucet fast and hard. It filled the shallow bottom of the porcelain tub, steam billowed in clouds above the rim.