43. Victor

Chapter forty-three

Victor

M y pulse races, and my cock is so hard it’s painful. But I focus on her. I keep one hand on her thigh and slowly allow my fingers to drift to her drenching pussy. My pants are soaked with her juices, but I’m not complaining. As I inhale her lavender scent, my cock twitches. It wants to be inside her tight heat so badly, but I swallow down the need and finally run my fingers through her slick.

The noise that escapes Olivia is guttural. She tucks her head into the crook of my neck. I allow her to get away with it for now because I’m the first man to touch her besides Donovan. Quickly, I push that thought out of my head because that fucker isn’t ruining this moment.

I circle her clit with my middle finger, and her entire body shudders against me. “Victor!” she cries out, and I stop immediately. She lifts her head and looks at me, dazed. “Wh- what?” Removing my hands from her, I place them on the arms of the chair.

“When we are doing this, you are to call me Sir at all times. Understand?”

She drops her eyes and nods. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”

Bringing my forefinger and thumb to her chin, I lift her face until she’s looking me in the eye. “You’re learning, treasure.” I lean forward and kiss her lightly on the lips. “And even after we’ve been doing this for a while, you might make mistakes sometimes. It’s my job as your Dom to correct you.” She opens her mouth, but closes it again. “Do you have a question?”

Her neck and face turns red. “I was wondering if that meant you weren’t going to touch me anymore.”

With a wicked grin, I return my hands to her thighs. “Oh I am far from done with you, treasure.” I rub my nose along her jaw. “Ask nicely.”

She swallows. “Please touch me, Sir.”

I kiss her behind her ear. “Good girl.” She lights up at the praise. I press my middle finger against her clit and she arches her back, throwing her head against me, then moans loudly. “You are doing so good, treasure,” I tell her as I circle her clit slowly. Her hips begin to move and she grips the arms of the chair.

I place my hand on her stomach so I can read all of her signs when she’s close. When I run my forefinger and middle finger through her pussy lips, her mouth falls open on a silent moan. Slowly putting my middle finger into her pussy, I’m not sure if she’s going to freeze on me. When she clenches around me, I push deeper and crook my finger to rub against her inner wall, looking for her g-spot.

“S-sir…” Her stomach trembles and her legs tighten. I pull my finger out and stop, but this time keep my hands on her. “N-no,” she whispers. “I was good.” My cock is aching so badly I want to feel her, any part of her, against it.

“You are being so good, treasure. Remember what I told you about edging?”

She swallows several times. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice is hoarse.

“Are you enjoying what I’m doing to your body?” My voice is gruff as she moves against me, probably looking for friction, and rubs against my hard dick. I lean my head back and groan.

“Yes, Sir.” She turns to look at me. “Can I turn around, Sir?”

I smirk at her. If she turns around, she could rub against me, which would be great for me, but it gives her more control than I want her to have right now.

“No you can’t, treasure.” She huffs and pouts. A laugh rumbles through my chest and she turns to glare at me over her shoulder. “If you want to come, you know what you need to do.” A light goes off in her eyes and I smile. She just got it, but her eyes cloud over and she swallows. She wants to, but she’s scared.

I cup her cheek. “We can also stop anytime you need to,” I remind her.

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to stop,” she says. I lower my hands to her thighs and spread them a little wider. When I do, she rubs against me and I grunt. “S-sir?” She sounds unsure, so I stop moving my hands and give her my full attention.

“Yes, treasure?”

“Umm… could I touch you later?” Her voice comes out small and I close my eyes in regret at my actions last weekend.

“There’s nothing I want more, treasure.” She turns to look at me, her eyes lighting up as she smiles widely. “And by later, you mean after I make you come, right?”

She giggles, but nods enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

“Lean your head back on my shoulder, put your hands on the arms of the chair, and enjoy how I make you feel.” She follows my instructions. I place one hand on her stomach, bring my fingers to her clit and circle it, giving the same amount of pressure she responded to earlier. She moans and arches against me, responding immediately.

I continue to circle until she’s continuously moaning and rolling her hips with my touch. “You’re doing so good, Olivia.” Running my nose along her jaw, I move my fingers to her pussy lips, take them between my thumb and forefinger, and massage them.

“Oh, fu—” Her legs begin trembling so violently I stop right away. Interesting . She sucks in a breath, but I don’t give her enough time to complain. As soon as her legs stop trembling, I put my middle finger in her and arch it, rubbing it against her g-spot. She rocks her hips against me, her legs and stomach trembling slightly.

I wonder if she’ll finally beg. I slip a second finger inside her and rub the palm of my hand against her clit. “S-sir, oh god,” she moans. Her legs begin to tremble more, and I get ready to slip my fingers out of her. “No!” she cries out. “P-please,” she whispers. And I know this is hard for her. So I don’t remove my fingers, but I do stop moving them.

She squeezes her eyes and swallows. “Please what, treasure?” I ask gently. She doesn’t open her eyes. “What’s your color?” I’m about to remove my fingers.

“Green,” she replies. So, I keep them where they are and reward her with a single pump. She moans slightly and takes a deep breath.

“You’re safe, Olivia. You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.” I kiss along her jaw and neck. She turns and looks at me, her lips lifting into a small smile.

“Will you please make me come, Sir?”

I smile at her. “Happily.”

She lays her head against my shoulder and relaxes against me. More relaxed than she’s been this entire time. I pump my fingers in and out of her, rubbing against her g-spot with each swipe. Olivia grips the arms of the chair and groans so loudly I’m sure if any of my staff were here, they would hear her.

I remove my fingers from her pussy, take her pussy lips between my thumb and forefinger, then begin massaging them again. She arches up and cries out, coming so hard she squirts. “Fuck, yes.” I groan into her neck. “So fucking beautiful.” I continue to massage her until I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure out of her.

When she collapses against my chest, breathing hard, she looks up at me with a goofy grin. I don’t think she realizes what she did and I’m not going to bring it to her attention. Not yet.

“That was amazing,” she says breathlessly.

“Yes it was.”