55. Olivia

Chapter fifty-five

Olivia

“ G o lay on the bed. Put your hands above your head and spread your legs,” Victor instructs.

I swallow and take a deep breath before following his instructions. Climbing on the bed, I think about how comfortable I feel being naked in front of him now. That helps me as I lay down and put my hands above my head, then spread my legs. If he got me to that point, then he can help me overcome this trauma.

He walks over slowly and it’s hard not to look at him. Victor didn’t tell me not to, so I take in his muscular thighs, and his long, thick cock jutting straight up with a sheen of precum at the tip. I lick my lips, but continue my trek up his body. His tapered waist and muscular abs, his arms with those beautiful veins that have all that colorful art. His wide chest and broad shoulders. My eyes finally meet his and he arches an eyebrow.

Victor smirks at me as he walks toward me. His eyes fall to my pussy. I’m probably glistening. As if to prove my thoughts, he runs his forefinger and middle finger through my folds, making me gasp as electricity skitters along my nerves.

“Did you ever look at Donovan like that when he did this to you?”

Bile rises in my throat as I scowl. “Why’d you have to ask that?” I snark. He smacks the inside of my thigh with his fingers that are still slick with my arousal. I fold my lips between my teeth. “No, Sir. I didn’t.”

He returns his fingers back to my pussy and I swallow at how good it feels. “And did you ever get wet for him like this?”

He has a purpose for these questions, but they’re making my skin crawl. Which is at odds with how he’s making me feel.

“No, I didn’t,” I answer.

Victor rewards me by swirling his middle finger around my clit. I moan and shift, wanting more. He pulls away and I want to pout, but force myself not to. He sticks his fingers in his mouth and hums.

“So sweet.” Victor takes the rope and shows it to me. “This will not hurt you. Okay?” I nod, licking my lips. He runs the rope up one ankle to my thigh and I shiver. “It can actually bring you pleasure. It can be used for pain, but that is something that should be agreed on beforehand.”

He continues moving the rope up over my abdomen, to one breast, and he runs it around one peaked nipple. I arch into it and he smiles in approval before moving it over to my other breast and doing the same thing.

“You have the most beautiful tits, treasure.” He leans down and runs his tongue in circles around the hard nipple, making it even harder. As he sucks and licks my nipple, he keeps the rope on my other breast.

“Sir,” I moan, never wanting him to stop. He pulls my nipple between his teeth and bites down lightly, causing a slight sting. I hiss, but love it. I wouldn’t mind if he did it slightly harder.

“Hmmm. I think you’d love nipple clamps, treasure.”

He leans up and continues his sweet torture with the rope as he drags it back down my body. Victor draws it over my navel, then over my pussy. I groan at the roughness of it and my stomach flips. He continues to drag the rope down my other leg and I begin wondering what else he can make me feel with that rope.

“I’m going to tie you up now.” His voice is soft. Not his usual domineering tone, but I still swallow my mouth suddenly dry. “A few reminders. I will check in with you throughout this. You must be honest with me. What does green mean?”

“That I’m okay and you can continue,” I answer.

“Yellow?”

“I’m uncomfortable, and I need you to make adjustments or slow down.”

“Red?”

“To stop immediately.” I take a deep breath, my nerves making my heart rate increase.

“Such a good girl,” he says. Goosebumps break out on my skin. “This is our first scene together. It has a purpose: to help with your trauma. You might experience an emotional response, which is perfectly normal and healthy. If at any moment you need to use your safe word, I encourage you to, but don’t use it because you’re trying to get out of something that’s making you uncomfortable. Understand?”

I know why he’s saying it, so I nod. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper.

“The last thing. There will be a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning will be me tying you up, the middle will be me talking to you, asking you questions, and making your body feel good, and the end will be me untying you and taking care of you after,” he explains in a calming voice.

Understanding everything that is to come and him explaining to me turns the fear I had into anticipation. I’m not sure how he’s going to do this because the bed doesn’t have anything at the foot or head to tie the ropes to. He grabs one leg gently and wraps my ankle with the rope, then runs his finger under the rope to make sure it’s not too tight.

When it meets his expectation, he reaches down and flips something open, then he loops the rope through what I’m guessing was a hidden compartment that stored hooks or hoops to attach the rope to. Victor does the same thing to my other ankle so gently it makes my chest ache. He moves up my body with another piece of rope in his hand, but this time he doesn’t use the rope to tease my skin.

He uses his large hand, rough with calluses from all the hard work he does. It feels better than the rope did. His hands make me feel loved, desired, sexy, and strong. Victor wraps the rope around one wrist and glances at me before tying it.

“Color, treasure?” he asks, his finger running along my pulse at my wrist.

“Green,” I answer. He smiles at me before continuing. Victor ties my first wrist and again he opens some secret compartment he attaches the rope to. “Sir, I have a question,” I say, unsure if I’m allowed to talk freely or not.

“You can talk freely, treasure,” he says like he’s reading my mind. I smile to myself.

“Have you always had these compartments in your bed?” I ask as he begins to tie my other wrist.

It’s strange that I feel no anxiety about this now. When we first talked about this, the part of being bound was the part I was most nervous about, but because he explained it so well and I understand what’s going to happen, it makes it different. Maybe it’s the unknown that’s the scary part.

“I have. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get into another Dominant/submissive relationship with anyone, but being a Dom is a part of me, so when I moved in here and I bought this new bed, I decided to be prepared.” He checks the bindings on my wrists to make sure they’re not too tight. “How does it feel?”

I pull gently and it’s definitely nothing like how Donovan tied me up. He didn’t want to give me any opportunity to move or get free, so he made them so tight it would cause my hands and feet to go numb.

“It feels good, actually.”

“You sound surprised,” he says.

I arch an eyebrow at him. “Well, yeah.”

Victor tilts his head as he looks down at me and sighs. He walks away and I swallow, but it’s only briefly. When he returns, he has a small bottle of oil in his hands.

“I believe I promised you a body massage,” he says. He pours some in his hand, closes the top, places the bottle on my nightstand, and rubs his palms together.

“I won’t be able to roll over,” I say as heat settles in my lower stomach.

He grins at me as he climbs on the bed and kneels between my spread legs. “Trust me, you’ll still enjoy it.”