42. Olivia

Chapter forty-two

Olivia

T his was not how I was expecting today to go. I kind of thought Victor might end our relationship or we’d have another argument, and he’d punish me. I wasn’t expecting him to touch me the way he did or allow me to touch him in return. As I walk around to the other side of his desk pulling my shirt back on, I try not to pout that he stopped for us to have a conversation.

As I sit down, I watch as he adjusts himself. I pull my lip between my teeth and unsuccessfully trying to hide my smile. He gives me a knowing look and shakes his head. Victor opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a familiar folder, looking between it and me, an idea forming behind his green eyes.

“Come back over here, treasure.” Excitement stirs in my stomach, wondering what he’s planning. I stand and walk back over to him. “I wish I had laid out an outfit for you,” he murmurs. Stopping at the edge of his desk, I run my finger along the edge.

“I could go put one on, Sir,” I say. This feels like a pivotal moment in our relationship as I look at him under my eyelashes.

He leans back in his chair and studies me for a moment. “Okay.” My heart begins to beat so hard I’m sure he can see the pulse in my neck. “There’s a light blue teddy that I’ve been saving for the perfect moment. Put that on. No panties.”

I stop breathing for several seconds.

“Yes, Sir.”

He grins up at me in approval, making heat travel down to my core and wetness gathers between my thighs. “Good girl, treasure.”

Turning and walking to his bedroom, then to the walk-in closet, I swallow before opening the drawer with the lingerie and find the light blue teddy. I’ve seen it before and wondered when he would ask me to wear it. It’s the only light blue teddy. It does have a thong, but he told me not to wear it. I wonder what he would do if I wore it anyway. Part of me wants to find out, but I’ll leave that for another day.

Removing my clothes, I’m glad I followed his rules of showering and shaving as I pull on the teddy and look at myself in the large full size mirror. The teddy is almost completely see through, but I’m not as self conscious about that as I used to be. My eyes no longer immediately go to my scars. I wish I could explain to Victor how much he has helped me because I have complete confidence he’ll be able to help me with everything else, but it seems like maybe he’s struggling with things too.

I run my hands along the lace. Maybe I can help him overcome any lingering effects Josie might have on him. I am his submissive, but can’t we help each other? I’ll have to ask him. Taking a deep breath, I make my way back to his office. Stopping in the doorway, I’m unsure what to do next, so I put my hands behind my back and look down. This is what he told me to do when this happens.

I’m not sure if he wants me on the pillow, the chair, or his lap. “Come here, treasure.” Keeping my eyes down, I walk toward him, my heart beating so hard I wonder if he can hear it. When I get to his chair, he scoots back slightly. “You can look at me.” I look at him with a smile. Something is different and I like it. His gaze is wandering over my body, the green of his eyes barely visible. “You are so fucking gorgeous, treasure.”

Victor’s voice is hot as sin and it washes over me, making my hardened nipples even harder. Slowly circling the peak with the tip of his finger, I keen at the attention. It takes all my control to keep my eyes focused on him as he continues to leisurely circle the tip. I rub my thighs together, feeling the wetness.

His gaze lowers, and one side of his mouth tips open in a wicked grin. “Are you getting wet for me, treasure?” My mouth parts as I begin panting. He’s never talked to me like this before. What’s changed? He pinches my nipple, making me squeak. “Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes, Sir,” I answer.

He rubs my nipple with the pad of his thumb. “Good girl. Now come sit.” He closes his legs and I furrow my brows. “I want each leg on the outside of my legs and your ass right against my cock. Understand?” I nod. He pinches my nipple again, harder this time and I realize that’s punishment and for some reason it makes me gush. Do I like being punished? “Y-yes, Sir.” I turn and sit like he instructed me. When I push back against his cock, he moans against my shoulder, so I rock against him again. But he smacks the inside of my thigh, not hard but enough to get my attention.

“Did I tell you to move?” he barks.

This time disappointment settles deep in my stomach. “No, Sir. I’m sorry,” I reply.

He rubs the spot he smacked, so close to my pussy I suck in a breath.

“You’re forgiven, treasure.” He kisses my shoulder, then pushes my hair over my shoulder. He rolls the chair so we’re settled and he taps his finger on the contract. “We’ve already gone over our relationship in detail outside of the bedroom, but now we’re going to discuss our relationship inside the bedroom.” I’m not sure if he expects me to answer or not, but I do just in case.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, not wanting to disappoint him again.

“First, I want to tell you how proud I am of you for not wearing panties. This is a big step for you.” My chest and neck heat up at his praise. He runs his index and middle finger along the inside of my thigh and I lean my head back against his shoulder, unable to keep my eyes open at his teasing. He chuckles in my ear. “Are you making a mess of my pants, treasure?” Why does he keep asking me questions that require me to speak?

“I d-don’t know, Sir. Probably.” His finger gets so close to my pussy I want to beg him to touch me. I’ve never wanted anyone to touch me there. Ever. I’ve never even touched myself.

“I know Donovan would force you to have orgasms.” His lips run along the shell of my ear and it takes my brain a moment to catch up with his words. Why is he talking about Donovan now? “I won’t do that to you, at least not in the beginning.” I freeze for a brief moment, but he continues. “When it comes time for me to do that to you, I will communicate it with you and you will always have your safe word. What’s your safe word?”

“R-red,” I respond. His finger gets close to my pussy again when I answer correctly.

“Very good, treasure. And why are we using the color coded system?” He asks as he moves his fingers to my other thigh and begins the sweet torture on that side. I want to scream at him to touch me already. I am leaking; I know I am.

“B-because,” I moan when his finger touches the crease of my thigh and I hold my breath, thinking he might touch me. When he moves away, I groan, which makes him chuckle. What did he ask again? Oh, the color system. “It’s easier for you to check in with me.” He rubs the palms of his hands down my upper thighs and back up, then he grips me and pulls me open wider.

“What’s your color now, treasure?”

“Green,” I say immediately. He rubs his beard against my shoulder. I squeeze my eyes closed and place my hands on the arms of the chair, clutching it so hard my hands ache.

“As I was saying,” he continues. How is he so calm? I’m breathless and can barely think. “He would force you to have orgasms and you would try so hard not to have one, but it’s a natural reaction your body has if your body is touched in just the right spot over and over again. So, you came to hate it. Am I right?”

That makes me stop and think, even though his hands are now roaming all over me. His hands cup my breasts and he begins massaging them, but he doesn’t pinch my nipples at my delayed answer. It’s like he knows I’m thinking about his question. How does he do that?

“Yes,” I finally answer.

He leans down and sucks on a sensitive spot behind my ear like it’s a reward for me being honest. He continues to massage my breasts and pull at my nipples. I move in his lap, wanting, no, needing friction of some kind. But I catch myself because I got in trouble for moving last time. This time he doesn’t smack me though, instead he chuckles in my ear.

“But look at you now. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you? You want me to touch you so badly.” His voice is guttural and I can’t deny what he’s saying because it’s the truth. He lays his forehead on my shoulder and stops massaging my breasts for a moment. “I have failed you as your Dom.” His voice is full of regret.

“No,” I disagree.

“Yes.” There’s no room for argument. “This is part of being a Dom, helping you overcome your fears. All of them and I wasn’t doing that.” He lifts his head, cups my face, and tilts my head so I can look back at him. His eyes are filled with turmoil. “I am sorry, treasure. But from this moment on, I promise to be your Dom in the bedroom and outside of it. I’m so sorry I hurt you. That is the last thing I wanted to do.” He swallows and takes a deep breath.

I release my grip on the chair and bring my hand up to cup his cheek. He leans into my touch. “You have demons too,” I remind him. He closes his eyes like he’s trying to block out the memories. I lick my dry lips. “We could help each other,” I whisper. He opens his eyes and gazes at me before slowly nodding.

“Yes we can.” I want to tell him I love him, but I swallow the words down. I still don’t know if this is a forever thing for him. And until I know that I’m holding onto that part of me. “You are one amazing woman, treasure,” he murmurs against my lips right before he takes them in a bruising kiss.

I want to turn around and straddle him, but he holds me fast, exactly like I am. Even though I’m still completely exposed, I don’t feel as vulnerable. As he kisses me, his hands roam again and my breathing begins to increase so rapidly, I’m afraid I may pass out. But I don’t want to stop kissing him and I don’t want him to stop touching me.

One hand palms the back of my head while his other hand explores my body. He trails his fingers down my neck, leaving goosebumps and electric currents in their path. Victor makes his way to my collarbones, tracing both of them before trailing down to the top of my breasts. He runs his fingers along the lace of the teddy lingerie. Pushing the fabric aside, he rubs his fingers around my hard nipples.

“Sir!” I cry out, breaking our kiss. But he doesn’t stop kissing me. He kisses my neck and shoulder, his beard delicious against my skin. Victor removes his fingers from my nipples, and I want to stomp in frustration. He brings his fingers to my mouth.

“Open your mouth.” His voice is thick with desire. I obey, and when he sticks them in my mouth, a groan rumbles through his chest. “Suck,” he orders. I close my lips around them and do as he says. I’m unskilled and I know it, but he doesn’t say anything. This was another thing Donovan didn’t make me do. Not that he didn’t try, but I was a bad student. What he didn’t know was that I was a bad student intentionally.

The idea of doing that to Victor, though, excites me. He removes his fingers slowly, and another rumble moves his chest. “So fucking sexy,” he moans in my ear. His hand moves back to my breast and he swirls his wet fingers around my nipple.

“Oh!” I buck and he hums.

“I knew you’d like that.” His voice is laced with amusement as he moves his hand to my other breast and begins to show it equal attention. I buck again and groan in frustration. “What do you need, treasure?”

I open my mouth and close it several times. His hand travels down my stomach and stops at the edge of my teddy that has risen so it’s not covering me at all.

“Treasure?” It’s a question laced with a warning that I have a time limit to answer.

“I… I don’t know,” I answer truthfully.

I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Though I want him to touch me, I know that will lead to him making me come and I don’t know if I want that. Do I? I’m desperate and drenched for him.

“This is why I’m not going to force an orgasm out of you,” he whispers as his fingers begin to trail along my outer thighs. When he reaches my knees, he trails his fingers back up, but moves them closer to my upper thighs.

“W-what?” I ask, having a hard time focusing on his words.

“Do you know what edging is?” he asks. His fingers reach my knees again before he trails them back up again, and this time they’re closer to the inside of my thighs. I spread my legs wider.

“No.”

I’m breathless. His fingers skim the apex of my thigh and I hold my breath for a split second, hoping he’ll continue upward, but they start their downward trajectory. I want to grab his hands and put them exactly where I want them. I’m so confused. Just a moment ago, I told him I didn’t know what I needed.

“Edging is where I deny you an orgasm until you are so desperate, you are begging for it. Before we get to that point, I’m going to get you to the point where you’re begging me to touch you.” He kisses my neck as he runs his fingers back up the inside of my thighs. I have my legs spread so wide and there is absolutely no denying the fact that I am dripping all over him and his chair.

“I..” Swallowing, I try to wet my dry throat. “I didn’t realize you wanted me to beg.” I feel him nod against me.

“It’s the only way you’ll get what you want.”

“Why?” I ask as his fingers trail away from me again.

“Because I’m not going to force you to do anything. I want you to want it and I want you to enjoy it.” His lips run over my shoulder again as his fingers run back up the inside of my thighs. At this point, my legs are trembling and he hasn’t even touched me. “He taught you to hate it. I’m going to teach you to love it.”

A ball of emotion wells inside my chest and I think I might cry. I suck in a shaky breath and swallow down the emotions, not wanting to ruin this moment by crying.

“Please touch me, Sir. Please.”