Torn into Pieces(Rewritten)

Chapter 41-Ace

The hours stretched on as I lay sprawled on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. I hadn't been able to focus on anything all day. My thoughts had been wrapped around Alexander's promise from the night before. He'd made it clear—tonight was the night I'd pay for all the teasing. And God, I'd been waiting for it, aching for it.

The anticipation had built steadily, a simmer that threatened to boil over at any moment. My fingers twitched with nervous energy as I thought about all the things Alexander might have in store. He had a way of keeping me on edge, always one step ahead, always keeping me guessing. That's what made it so exciting. He knew exactly how to drive me crazy, and I loved every second of it.

I was so lost in thought that when my phone buzzed, I nearly dropped it. Glancing at the screen, I saw his name pop up, and a jolt of excitement shot through me.

Alexander: Be on the bed when I get home. Only in your underwear. Nothing more.

A shiver ran down my spine as I read the message. I could practically hear his voice in my head, that calm, commanding tone that sent my heart racing. I grinned to myself, but there was a part of me that couldn't resist pushing back, even just a little.

I quickly typed out a response, smirking as I hit send.

If it requires ropes, count the evening done with.

I knew Alexander well enough to know he wouldn't push my limits, but teasing him like this had become part of our game. My phone buzzed almost immediately with his reply.

Alexander: I'm only doing what you're comfortable with. No bondage. Nothing that restricts your movements.

I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for him. As much as he loved teasing me and pushing my buttons, he always made sure I was comfortable. That's what made our dynamic work so well.

Shaking off the last of my nerves, I stood up and headed to the bedroom. I stripped down, leaving only my underwear on as he'd instructed. The room felt cool against my bare skin, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Tonight was going to be intense—I could feel it.

Lying back on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling, my mind racing. Every creak of the house, every distant noise outside had me on edge, my heart pounding in anticipation. I couldn't wait for him to get home, couldn't wait for him to finally make good on his promise.

It felt like an eternity before I heard the sound of the front door opening. My pulse quickened, and I bit my lip, trying to keep myself calm. I could hear his footsteps as he made his way through the house, each one sending a thrill through me.

When the door to the bedroom finally opened, I sat up slightly, my eyes locking onto him. Alexander stood there, looking impossibly composed, but there was a hunger in his eyes that told me he was just as eager as I was. In his hand, he held a bag, and I couldn't help but wonder what he had planned.

Before I could say anything, he dropped the bag onto the bed and closed the distance between us in one swift motion. His mouth was on mine before I could even draw breath, kissing me roughly, his hands grabbing my waist with an intensity that made my head spin.

I moaned into the kiss, arching into him, my body already on fire from his touch. And then, suddenly, I felt a sharp slap to my thigh, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I gasped, breaking the kiss, only to have him capture my lips again, even more aggressively.

"You've been waiting for this all day, haven't you?" Alexander's voice was low, teasing, as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes. His hand was still resting on my thigh, his thumb rubbing over the spot where he'd slapped me. "Teasing me, riling me up. You're going to regret it."