41. Victor

Chapter forty-one

Victor

S till staring at her text, I rub my hand over my jaw. I wasn’t asleep when she sent it, so I grabbed my phone as soon as it buzzed on my nightstand. My heart seizes in my chest seeing her words. You hurt me. I was the last person that was supposed to hurt her, yet I had. It was like Malachi had said. I rejected her. Giving into my own fears of what happened between Josie and me, I allowed that to guide the relationship with Olivia.

I want to call and check on her, especially since she’s texting me at three in the morning. Did something else happen to her friends? Did she have a night terror? Does she want to hurt herself? Instead, I call Arden.

He answers on the first ring. “Yeah, boss.”

“Can you tell if everything is alright at Olivia’s?”

He pauses for a moment. “Yeah. I’m sitting on her front porch; her and her friend are up though. Sounds like they’re moving around in there. Why?”

“She sent me a text. I wanted to make sure she’s alright since it’s the middle of the night.” He doesn’t ask why I don’t call and ask her myself.

“All is good here, but I’ll let you know if something changes.”

He hangs up without saying bye, and I throw my phone on the bed. Fuck. I am such an asshole. I forgot what it’s like to be a Dominant in a healthy relationship. Before Josie, I had other submissives, but they were all experienced.

Olivia is new, and I haven’t done a very good job of training her. Not really. I told her I’d stretch her beyond her comfort zone, but when we reached mine, I didn’t keep going. Grabbing my phone, I look at her text one more time.

Victor: I’m sorry too, treasure. I miss you and can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

I lay back down and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know if I’ll punish her. We need to set some more boundaries, then go from there.

“They’re hoping he’ll wake up this week,” Julian, Connor’s brother, says. He sounds exhausted. Not only did his girl get hurt, but his brother as well.

“Well, I have my men helping out on his sites. Just checking and making sure everything is running smoothly. If supplies need to be ordered or anything, they’ll let me know and I’ll get them ordered.”

“Connor is going to be pissed,” Julian replies with a chuckle.

I smile. “Not gonna lie, that’s partly why I’m doing it.”

“What’s the other part?”

“There was a time in my life I was badly injured and it affected my business. It would have helped a lot if someone would have helped me. So, even if he’s pissed, at least he knows someone was looking out for him.”

“He’ll get over it. I know he’s a hothead, but he has a big heart,” Julian says. Someone begins to talk to him in the background. “I have to go. I’ll call you later to keep you posted.” We say our goodbyes and hang up.

Placing my phone on my desk, I thrum my fingers while waiting for Lane to bring Olivia. Licking my lips, I watch the clock and count down the minutes until they’re here. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve seen her. When I receive the notification they’ve entered the gate, I send her a text.

Victor: Come up to my office.

Olivia: Yes, sir.

She replies right away. Olivia probably thinks she’s getting punished, but we’re going to have a discussion about what is going to happen next in our relationship. A few minutes later, her footsteps echo up the stairs, so I lean back in my chair and wait for her. When she enters, she looks at the couch. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion probably thinking she was coming in here to change. She glances toward me and freezes, not expecting to see me.

“Hello, treasure.”

She swallows. “Hello, Sir.”

I study her face. She looks tired and sad. “Come here.” I crook my finger at her. She hesitates, but walks toward me. When she walks around my desk, I scoot my chair back and spread my legs. Stepping between them, she bites her lip, unsure what to do next, so I pull her onto my lap and palm the back of her head. I pull her close so her forehead is leaning against mine. “I missed you.”

She closes her eyes and swallows. “I missed you too,” she whispers and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her face into the crook of my neck. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I haul her even closer, as I rub my palm up and down her back.

“My dolce ragazza .”

“Why do you call me that? Even in Italian, it still means sweet girl.” Her lips brush against my neck and I tell my cock to behave itself.

“The first time it was an accident. I didn’t realize Donovan called you that. When you told me he did, I wanted to turn something you hated into something you loved. The same with calling you Olivia instead of Liv. He’s taken so many things from you. All I want to do is give them back to you.”

She’s quiet for a few seconds, then turns her head and kisses my jaw. “Thank you,” she whispers.

Bringing my hand up, I gently wrap my hand around her throat. It’s the first time I’ve ever done this, but it’s time I follow through with pushing her comfort zone, as well as mine. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me.

Increasing the pressure slightly, I pull her forward until my lips brush hers. “You’re mine and from this day forward, I’m going to ingrain that into every cell and nerve of your being.” Her breath rushes over my lips and her eyes dilate as I pull her bottom lip between mine and suck on it. She tastes so sweet.

She meets my lips with enthusiasm and no fear. It surprises me since my hand is still wrapped around her throat. When I pull away, she whimpers. “Shhhh,” I whisper. “You’re doing so good, treasure.” I drag my hand down between her breasts and she arches into my touch. There’s no talking my cock down. When she arches, she grazes it and her face flushes, but she doesn’t shy away.

I kiss her one more time, keeping my hand between her breasts. She squirms in my lap, wanting more, but not knowing how to ask for it. Probably not knowing if she should. She rubs her palm against my jaw, reminding me I love how much she loves my beard. I pull away from her lips one more time.

“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized of rubbing my beard on your thighs?” I whisper. A whine leaves her throat and I smirk. “Have you fantasized about that, treasure?”

Olivia swallows before nodding once. She looks away and my jaw clenches as anger settles in my gut for making her feel ashamed or embarrassed. It’s my job as her Dom to help chase her demons away, but I haven’t done that. I bring her gaze back to mine.

“I’m sorry, treasure. You were right last weekend. I haven’t tried, and it’s not because I don’t want you.” Her breathing increases, but at least she’s looking at me again. “Every Sunday after you leave, the first thing I do is fuck my hand with thoughts of you.” She gasps, but not from disgust or fear. Her neck and face are becoming flushed with desire. Grabbing her hand and slowly bringing it between us, I groan when her hand touches me. “This is because of you and how I feel about you.”

Olivia swallows and closes her eyes. I watch her closely. She doesn’t move away, but she’s struggling with something. “I had a night terror last night,” she says. When she opens her eyes, she doesn’t remove her hand. Instead, she grips me and I grunt, but don’t do anything other than focus on her.

“What was it about?” I ask her, my voice coming out husky.

“It was a memory. He came into my room and had me tied up.” Grinding my teeth so hard I’m surprised they aren’t dust. “He always had to make me immobile because deep down he knew I’d fight him. Sometimes he’d blindfold me. Sometimes he wouldn’t. This time, he didn’t. He was naked and forced me to look at him and said ‘do you see what you do to me?’”

I almost push her hand off me because isn’t that what I just did to her? Like she senses it, she begins to move her hand and I moan. “Olivia,” I warn.

“Didn’t you just say you wanted to give me back the things he took for me?” she asks. “Are there exceptions to that?”

She continues to stroke me and the chances of me coming in my pants like an adolescent boy are high if she keeps doing this.

“No.”

Bringing my hand to her waist, I push her T-shirt out of the way, touching her bare skin. I have touched her, but have limited myself to certain areas. Seeing now how idiotic I’ve been, I lean forward and capture her lips again, kissing her hard and allowing myself to explore her. My thumb grazes the underside of her breast as my tongue strokes hers.

She arches into me as her stroke becomes firmer and faster, making my balls draw up and pressure build in my lower back. I am going to come in my pants like an adolescent boy. Breaking the kiss, I graze my lips over her jaw and up to her ear. I nip on her earlobe just as I rub my thumb over her nipple. She moans and tilts her head to give me better access and I take advantage of it devouring her neck.

I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her so she’s sitting on the edge of my desk. She’s wearing jeans with her T-shirt. Olivia used to never wear jeans, but look at her now. Gripping the edges of her shirt, I say, “I’m going to take your shirt off.” She raises her arms and my lips curve into a smile.

After I lift her shirt off, I lean back to take her in. She’s wearing a black lacy bra, something I bought for her a while ago. Although I’ve seen her in it, this time I allow myself to enjoy looking at her. “You are so beautiful, treasure.” I rest my palm on her stomach and slowly run my fingers along the edge of the waist of her jeans. Is she wearing the black lacy panties that match?

“Thank you, Sir.”

Her chest moves quickly as I slowly move my hand up her stomach and cup her breast, rubbing my thumb around her pebbled nipple. Fuck, she feels good in the palm of my hand.

“So fucking perfect.”

I lean down slowly, keeping my eyes on hers so she knows my intent, but she doesn’t stop me. Cupping her breast with my hand, I circle my tongue around her covered nipple. She cries out and throws her head back. I do it again, but this time nip at it slightly.

“Oh, god.”

I smile, remembering that first day we went horseback riding and her being afraid to make any noise. Everything in me wants to continue. My aching cock especially wants to continue, but we have to talk first. So, I force myself to stand. She slowly opens her eyes and gazes up at me with a needy look. When she realizes I’m not going to continue, she actually sticks her lip out and pouts. I smirk and shake my head.

“Let’s have a conversation first.”