46. Olivia

Chapter forty-six

Olivia

I want to ask Victor what he and the guys talked about, but he would tell me if I needed to know. After he gets done eating, he places his plate in the dishwasher. I’m about to finish cleaning everything else, but he grabs my hand and looks at Leo.

“Clean up,” he barks.

Leo salutes Victor, but glances at me and winks. I smile and nod, knowing he’ll clean like I need it to be cleaned.

Victor leads me up the stairs and I find myself flicking my thumb across the tip of my index finger. I stop myself immediately. The tension I’m used to settling in my stomach isn’t present with that action, so I know it’s just a nervous tick, but I don’t like it. Instead, I rub my shirt between my fingers. We enter the bedroom and I swallow convulsively, wondering what is going to happen next. He closes the door and pulls me over to the bed.

He sits on it and slides back until he’s leaning against the headboard. Victor spreads his legs and pats the spot between his legs. “Come on, treasure.” His voice is an octave lower.

“Yes, Sir.” I climb on the bed and crawl between his legs.

“I want your back against my chest.” I turn around and push back until my back rests against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist and I lay my head back against his shoulder. Victor runs his lips along my ear and jaw. “I’m glad you had fun, but I missed you,” he whispers in my ear.

My stomach sinks as I fold my lips between my teeth. I wanted him to come today, but I’m confused about exactly what we are and the more I dwell on it, the more scared I am to ask. “I missed you too.” He kisses my cheek.

“I want to talk about tonight.” He surprises me when he doesn’t ask me why I didn’t invite him, which confuses me more.

“Okay.” I wait for him to continue, but when he doesn’t, I turn to look at him over my shoulder. Is he nervous? He cups my cheek and smiles at me.

“Before I tie you up, I want to make love to you.”

I stare up at him and slowly return his smile. “Okay,” I whisper.

His hand moves to grip the back of my head, and he gazes at me intently. “Okay?” he asks.

Nodding eagerly. “Sir…” I bite my lip and look away briefly before looking back at him. “You’ve been more hesitant than me with our physical relationship.” He chuckles, not denying it. “Once you helped me overcome my insecurity about my scars, I knew you could help me overcome everything else. I think I’m the most nervous about being tied up, but even with that, I trust you. I am glad that you want to make love first, though.”

He exhales sharply, his breath washing over me. “Josie did a number on me and my confidence. You’re helping me find that confidence again. I appreciate you being patient with me.” I rub my hands along his forearms. “Now, I’m going to take a shower. When I return, I want you to be naked and waiting.”

Excitement stirs in my stomach and heat settles in my core. “Yes, Sir.”

I scoot away from him so he can get up. He gets off the bed, but before going to the bathroom, he grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge. Victor places his hand on my throat and tilts my head back. The look on his face makes me want to purr.

“You are such a good submissive, treasure.” He leans down and licks into my mouth. He’s pulling away too soon, but he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “You’re mine.” That’s not the first time he’s said that, and it makes hope bloom in my chest. Will I be his forever? He takes a step back. “Be ready,” he says before turning and walking to the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door closes, I walk to the closet and take off my shirt and leggings. I didn’t bother wearing any panties or a bra. When I saw Leo coming back to the house, I got nervous, but the shirt was oversized and it covered my ass. So, it wasn’t noticeable. Besides, it’s not like I have huge boobs or anything. I could probably get away without wearing a bra.

Running to the bed and climbing in, excitement courses through my veins. I’m not sure if he wants me leaning against the headboard or lying down. Glancing at the book I was reading in the bathtub, I decide I’ll read while I wait. Once I’m comfortable, I lean against the headboard and pick it up, but keep reading the same sentence over and over again. So, I place it back on my nightstand and rub my hands over the duvet.

We’re going to have sex. I can’t believe I’m not more nervous. Since the day in his office, we’ve done everything but that. This morning I woke him up by sucking his dick. I think I shocked him. Once I made him come, he flipped me over and proceeded to bring me to the edge over and over until I had to get ready to go over to Connor’s. My breathing quickens thinking about it.

I never thought I’d enjoy something so much, but the control is in my hands. All I have to do is beg him to let me come. Except I didn’t. The door cracks open and my head snaps up. I suck in a breath at the sight of a naked Victor. He is so delicious I could lick every single inch of him. He walks toward me, his cock growing harder with each step.

“There are two rules tonight, treasure.”

“Yes, Sir.” I swallow, wondering what they’re going to be.

He takes a step toward me. “No edging. Not tonight.”

“Why?” I ask.

Victor stops next to the bed and grabs a fistful of the duvet. “Because this is us making love. However, rule number two, if you need to use a safe word, I want you to. What is your safe word if you need me to make adjustments or slow down?”

“Yellow,” I reply.

He tugs on the duvet, and it drops to my waist. My breathing increases at the thought of what’s coming next.

“And what is your safe word if you need me to stop?”

“Red,” I answer.

Victor pulls the duvet off me and climbs onto the bed. “Very good, treasure.” He drops between my legs and inhales. “You’re already so wet for me.”

I wet my parched lips as he runs his nose along the inside of my thigh. He kisses each of my scars and I whimper at the sweetness of it. This man has carved himself into me and nothing will ever compare to what he does to me.

When his delicious tongue swirls around my clit, I cry out and arch off the bed. I had no idea this could feel so good. He alternates between using the tip of his tongue and the pad of his tongue, making me so desperate for him I’m practically fucking his face. When he pushes a finger in me and curls it just so, I know I’m going to come. It’s usually about now that he stops, but he continues and something fires in my brain, telling me I’m in danger.

Victor’s other hand comes up and begins massaging my breast until it calms me enough to remind me I’m with Victor. I’m safe. It’s okay to feel good. So, I tilt my head back, then begin to ride his finger and tongue again. When he focuses on my g-spot and sucks my clit into his mouth, I see stars and come with a shout.

“Sir!”

He continues to lick and rub until my orgasm subsides, and I melt into the mattress. He pushes up and smirks at me, wiping my juices from his mouth. I learned what squirting was after I gave him a blow job in the shower that day. At first I was mortified, but apparently he loves it. And he loves to gloat at the things Donovan never got out of me. That was definitely one of them.

He crawls up my body and kisses me. The first time he did that, I wasn’t sure what to think, but now I want to experience everything with him. “Are you ready?” he asks. His cock nudges my entrance and I suck in a breath.

“Yes, Sir,” I reply, wanting this like I want my next breath. Victor rests his weight on his forearm and grabs my thigh with his other hand. He pushes in slightly. As the tip of his cock enters me, I moan. It feels so good. “You feel so good, Sir,” I whisper.

Victor inches in more and I know he’s trying to go slow. “Please,” I beg. I wrap my legs around his waist and lift up, trying to force him in.

He chuckles in my ear. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he whispers into my ear. I nod into his shoulder and he pushes all the way into me. “Fuuuuck,” he moans. “So hot. So wet. Made just for me.”

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. I wasn’t expecting it to be like this. I wasn’t expecting to want it like this. He pulls out, then thrusts into me, hitting my spot over and over again, making my eyes roll back into my head.

“S-sir.”

I grip his forearms, my nails digging in so hard they’re probably leaving marks. Though I want to grip his back, I don’t want to cause bad memories to rise up. I’m so full and I love it. He continues to thrust into me and I can tell with how choppy his movements are becoming, he’s probably going to come soon.

“Olivia. So. Fucking. Perfect.”

Each word is accentuated with a thrust. Clinging to him, I ride out the orgasm that is cresting. This time I welcome it. I want it. I know it’s going to be so good. He brings his hand between our bodies and swirls his thumb around my clit. It takes two circles before I come apart at the seams. He doesn’t stop; he thrusts into me until he comes with a shout.

He catches himself before falling on top of me so he doesn’t crush me. We’re both sweaty and breathing hard. I’m at a loss for words and it seems like he might be too because he doesn’t speak. He slowly pulls out of me and I immediately miss him. Victor rolls over onto his back and pulls me with him so I’m practically laying across his chest.

“Are you okay, treasure?” His heart is still beating fast.

“More than okay, Sir.”

He chuckles and rubs his knuckles along my spine and shoulder blade. After a few moments, he kisses the top of my head.

“Come on, let’s go take a bath.”

I wrinkle my nose, but get up. “What is it with you and baths?”

He laughs and grabs my hand before leading me to the bathroom. “We won’t stay in there long, but it will help with any soreness you might feel later,” he explains.

After the bathtub fills up, he helps me get in, then climbs in behind me. I sit in front of him and lean against his chest. The warm water does help the soreness in my thighs and abs. He’s very quiet. Normally when we try something new, he likes to talk. I bite my lip, wondering if I did something wrong.

“Are you okay?” I ask him.

Victor rubs the palms of his hands from my shoulders down my arms. “Yes.” He takes a deep breath. “We didn’t talk about protection.”

My heart drops down to my stomach. I didn’t think about talking about protection because it’s a nonissue for me. I shrug one shoulder, trying not to make a big deal out of it. “It’s okay.” I try my best to make my voice sound normal.

“It’s not okay. That’s a discussion we should have had. It’s my responsibility to make sure we’re being safe. I mean, I’m clean and I’m assuming you are. Are you on the pill?”

I exhale and close my eyes. God, he’s not going to drop this, is he? Has he not figured out what the scars on my abdomen are? “No, I’m not on the pill.” He’s quiet. “But it’s okay,” I finally say.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t get pregnant.”