44. Olivia

Chapter forty-four

Olivia

I lay against Victor’s chest completely spent. My bones feel like jello and even though I can feel how hard Victor is, he doesn’t rush me to move and take care of him. I lift my head slightly to look at Victor, but his desk captures my attention. My eyebrows furrow. Did he have a drink, and I knocked it over? I don’t see a cup though.

“Sir?” He hums as he continues to run his fingers through my hair. “Did I knock over a drink?”

He pauses and exhales before sitting up slightly. “No, you didn’t.” I sit up and he doesn’t stop me as I motion to his desk. He folds his lips between his teeth. Is he trying to hide a smile? “You squirted,” he says.

I look from him back to the desk. “I did what?” He doesn’t answer. Instead, he gently pushes me off his lap and I almost collapse with how weak my legs still feel. He grips me under my arms and smirks at me. Before I can say anything, he puts his arms beneath my knees and lifts me, cradling me against his chest.

“Let’s go take a shower and I’ll explain,” he says. I nod in agreement because I do feel very sticky and sweaty. I also want to see him naked again. He carries me to his bathroom and places me on my feet. “Can you stand?” he asks before removing his hands from me.

“Yes.” He slowly removes his hands, making sure for himself, then walks to the shower and that’s when I notice how wet his pants are. “Did I do that?” I ask, pointing to his pants.

He looks down at his pants and grins as he grips himself. “You did.”

I give him a really? look. “I mean your pants.” As I put my hands on my hips, he throws his head back as he laughs.

“You did that too.”

Victor reaches into the shower and turns it on before turning to me to unbutton his shirt, revealing his glorious chest to me. I lick my lips and take a shaky breath. He shakes the shirt off and throws it in the laundry basket. When he begins unbuttoning his jeans, my breathing increases.

I did see him naked last weekend, but the only lighting in the room was the lamp. This time, there won’t be any shadows. He unzips his jeans and pushes them down his hips and pulls them off. Then he removes his socks, throwing them in the laundry basket as well. When his hands go to his boxer briefs, I stop breathing altogether.

He pushes them down in one fell swoop, and I take in his glorious body. From the art decorating his arms, to his chest defined by the long hours he spends doing construction and working out, to his narrowed waist, and down to his hard cock that’s leaking precum.

I’ve never seen anyone else’s dick besides Donovan’s, and I hated his. But Victor’s is beautiful. I step forward hesitantly, then look up at him with a questioning look.

“What do you want, treasure?” His voice is hoarse with need.

“I want to touch you, Sir.”

He smiles and takes a step forward. “I want you to touch me, but let’s get in the shower, then you can do whatever you’d like with me.” He grips my lingerie, but before pulling it off, he looks at me. “May I take it off?” He’s never seen me completely naked either, but oddly enough, I’m not nervous.

“Yes, Sir.”

Victor lifts it, and I raise my hands above my head, allowing him to pull it off. He takes a step back and takes me in the same way I did him. I feel the heat from my blush, but stand still, allowing him to look at me.

“You are a fucking sight, treasure. I want to create a pedestal for you in my office and sit you there just so I can stare at you all day.” My heart expands at his compliment. I don’t think he understands how much his words mean to me. He tilts his head toward the shower and extends his hand to me. “Come on.”

I get in the shower and he pulls me into his arms, putting us both directly under the spray of the shower. I suck in a breath as my breasts touch his chest and his cock presses against my skin. This is intimate. He doesn’t do anything, simply holds me as we stand beneath the warm water. He has a rain showerhead, so we both fit comfortably under it so neither of us gets cold.

I didn’t realize it would take us so long to get here, but I don’t regret a single moment with him. “Victor?” I catch myself. “I mean, Sir?” He runs his hand over my wet hair.

“You can call me Victor now. I’ll let you know when to call me Sir again.” He murmurs, sounding perfectly content to continue holding me.

“We didn’t get to the contract,” I say.

He chuckles. “No, I guess we didn’t. I wasn’t expecting you to be so distracting in that lingerie. We did talk through what I wanted to, but it was in an unconventional method. I let you know I wanted to take everything Donovan made you hate and make you love it.”

I roll his words over in my mind. “Does that mean you’re going to tie me up one day?” Nerves skitter along my skin and settle in my stomach.

“Yes, but the first time I do it, I will not wake you up that way. You will be fully aware of what’s coming. You will be awake when I tie you up. Like I told you before, there will be a beginning, a middle, and an end. Then there will be aftercare.” He rubs his fingers along my spine lazily.

“Aftercare? That’s where we check in with each other to make sure we’re okay?” I feel him nod.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“You said the first time. Does that mean eventually you will wake me up and I’ll be tied up?” My heart begins to race just asking the question.

“Yes, but we will work our way up to that. First, I won’t do that until you love being tied up when you’re awake. Then I’ll tell you I’m going to tie you up tonight and wake you up. So, you’ll be expecting it, but it will be expanding the scene,” he explains.

“But what if I can’t go to sleep because I’m so nervous?” I ask. “Will you punish me?” He wraps his hand around my hair gently and tilts my head slightly, but not so much where I’m waterboarded.

“No, when it comes to this, I won’t punish you. I will check in with you constantly to see what your color is and I don’t want you to ever be afraid to say yellow or red. This is about me helping you overcome this fear. You can enjoy being tied up and love everything I can do to you, and I want to show you that.” His voice is genuine and I know he means it.

“Okay. I trust you.”

He smiles at me as pleasure radiates in his eyes and his cock twitches between us. I give him what I hope is a teasing smile, and he chuckles.

“Alright, turn around and let me wash your hair.” I turn around obediently, even though I really want to touch him. He washes and conditions my hair. Then he takes my loofah and washes my body, spending extra time on my breasts. “Such magnificent tits,” he murmurs as he lowers the loofah down my legs.

I swallow at the sight of him practically on his knees before me with his mouth so close to me. I never thought I’d want that, but with him, I would. After he finishes washing my legs and feet, he rubs the loofah back up and slaps my inner thigh lightly, indicating he wants me to spread my legs. I do and he rubs the loofah between my legs. I gasp and groan.

“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asks.

“No, never.”

He hums as he stands washing the suds out of the loofah. “That will change soon,” he says nonchalantly. I look at him in confusion as I reach for his shampoo.

“What do you mean?” I ask.

After I pour his shampoo in my hand, he leans forward so I can reach him. I rub his head, massaging the shampoo into his hair. It’s shaved close to his head like his beard. After I get done, he leans back up and tilts his head back to rinse the suds out. Grabbing his body wash and his loofah, then pouring some of the body wash on it.

He turns so his back is facing me. I admire his art for a moment before beginning to wash his back. “I love your tattoo,” I tell him. Though I’m pretty sure I’ve told him before, I want him to know his scars don’t matter to me. As self conscious as I was about my scars, his are more severe than mine.

He puts his hands on the wall of the shower as I run the loofah over his ass. I kneel down and run it along the back of his thighs, then his calves. As I stand, I can’t take the temptation anymore. I rub my empty hand over his ass. He hisses, but he doesn’t stop me. I lean up on my tiptoes and kiss his shoulder.

“I also love your ass,” I whisper.

Victor turns around with a rumble. He wraps his arm around my waist and kisses me hard, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I love it when he’s not so careful with me. I love this side of him.

He pulls away, breathing hard, and stares down at me, his eyes dark with desire. He’s been hard for a while now. It has to be getting painful. I take the loofah and rub it along his shoulders and chest, down his arms, and his stomach. Purposely missing his cock. He fists his hands and clenches his jaw. Kneeling down and coming face to face with his hard cock, I have never wanted to lick something so badly. I run the loofah over his toned thighs and shins.

Before I lose my nerve, I drop the loofah, place my hands on his thighs, lean forward, and lick up the length of his cock. “Oh, fuck!” he says with a throaty growl. When I look up at him, he’s staring down at me with what looks like awe in his eyes. I swipe my tongue up his length again and he grunts. He places one hand against the shower wall and the other palms the back of my head.

“You don’t have to do this, treasure,” he says.

I pull back. “I want to.” I swallow. “But I’ve never done this before, so you might have to tell me how.”

A deep furrow appears between his eyebrows, but he doesn’t ask what he wants to. “Okay,” he agrees. “Take the tip in your mouth.” I do as he says, and he squeezes his eyes before throwing his head back. Without him telling me what to do next, I swirl my tongue around his plump tip. “Jesus. Fuck.”

His palm flexes on the back of my head. “You’re doing so good, gorgeous.” I look up at him and he’s watching me again. “Take more of me into your mouth and use your other hand to wrap around me for what won’t fit.” Adjusting myself so I don’t have to lean against his thigh with my hand.

I wrap my hand around him first and he hisses again just as I drop down further on him. “Shit. You look so good on your knees for me, baby.” I pull back as I suck and a guttural groan leaves him. “Just be careful of your teeth.” It’s a whisper, like he’s having a hard time speaking now. I actually knew that. It’s one of the reasons Donovan wouldn’t let me because he knew I’d bite his dick off.

As I get into a rhythm I can tell by how tight his hand is palming my head and the moans and curses leaving his mouth that he likes what I’m doing to him. “I’m going to come. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth…” He stops speaking and from how much he’s leaking, he’s not kidding. I’m not ready for that, so I pop off, then continue to move my hand up and down him.

“Fuck!”

He shouts up at the ceiling as thick spurts of cum shoot out of his cock. When he’s done, he leans his back against the wall and slides down it so he’s sitting across from me. Victor gives me a mischievous grin, grabs my hands, then pulls me into his lap. He nuzzles my neck.

“You did amazing,” he murmurs into my skin along with other praises. I melt into him like hot wax and wrap my arms around his neck. I never want this to end.