56. Victor

Chapter fifty-six

Victor

O livia looks like a fucking goddess spread before me. Her skin is flushed as she stares up at me with trust in her eyes. It has taken us a long time to get here and I take full responsibility for it. I should have pushed harder, but I had just as much trauma I wasn’t addressing, so I was holding back with her. After today, though, I made a decision that we’re not going to be keeping things from each other anymore.

I rake my eyes over her again, my cock hard and angry that I’m ignoring it, but this is the part I love about scenes. Pushing myself to the limit. My eyes are drawn to perky nipples, remembering how she responded when I bit down and thinking how she would respond to nipple clamps. My cock jumps and precum drips onto the duvet. There are so many rooms in this house that aren’t being used; I’m sure I can turn one into our playroom.

I never had that with Josie, but I can have it with Olivia. She squirms and I smirk at her. “Getting impatient, treasure?” I ask her.

“A little, Sir,” she replies. Smiling at her as I rub the arch of her right foot, I press along a sensitive nerve. She moans and sighs at the same time. I give equal treatment to her other foot, then move up to her shins. Her eyes flutter closed when I begin massaging her ankles, getting under the ropes.

I want to show her what Donovan did to her was sadistic, just like what Josie did to me. “I told you you’d still enjoy it,” I say softly so I don’t disturb the calm she’s entered. She opens her eyes and gazes up at me with a smile.

“I am enjoying it a lot,” she whispers.

My eyes go to her pussy, and she is glistening. “My dirty little sub.”

A look crosses her face so quickly I can’t quite place it as my hands come up to her thighs. I can’t help but tease her as my thumbs rub along the apex of her legs. She gasps, but I don’t touch her. This entire exercise is to have her begging by the end of it, so she doesn’t associate being bound with Donovan any longer.

I adjust myself so I’m straddling her. When my balls brush against her, I groan. Fuck, I can’t wait to feel her wet heat around me. She squirms a little, and it causes more friction. I grunt.

“Be still, treasure,” I warn.

She looks up at me with a smirk, like she’s contemplating whether she wants to listen or not. This type of brattiness I like because even though she is being disobedient, she’s also flirting. I arch an eyebrow, waiting to see what she’s going to do. She squirms again and folds her lips between her teeth to hide her smile.

“Oh, you are going to pay for that,” I say, unable to hide my smile. This is fun. I run my fingers along her waist and she squirms even more, which punishes me more than it punishes her. She starts giggling.

“Victor!” she cries out.

Laughing, I lean down and rub my beard along her abdomen. She moans and arches against me. This is what will get her good and riled up. After rubbing my beard along her abdomen, I begin kissing as well. That’s when I’m reminded of her scars and my heart beats heavy in my chest. When I walked into our room, the emotions on her face and the fact she thought I was punishing her hit me in the gut.

I understand why she thought that, but I needed a moment to collect myself. So, I told Leo and Lane not to come in the house, then I let Betsy know to stay on her side after letting her know Olivia would need a nutritious breakfast in the morning. She’s the only other employee that stays here. Crystal and Grant go home each day, and Arden is staying at Olivia’s house tonight. I’m not sure what will transpire tonight, but I wanted us to have complete privacy.

When I lick across Olivia’s scars on her abdomen, she sucks in a shaky breath and I know she knows what’s coming next.

“Did Donovan give these scars to you?”

I don’t look up at her because this is hard for her. I’m beginning to put everything together and if these are what I think they are, I know exactly what I’m going to do to Donvan before I kill him.

Olivia clears her throat. “Not exactly,” she murmurs.

As I resume massaging her, I kiss them again before sitting up. She squirms occasionally when I hit those sensitive ticklish spots and I have to grind my teeth as my cock leaks onto her.

“What do you mean by not exactly?” I keep my voice soft and calm. She swallows and looks up at the ceiling. She’s fighting her emotions as her chest is shakes slightly.

“He hired someone else to do it to me.”

I pause in my ministrations as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “He hired someone?” I ask slowly. She blinks rapidly. What the hell does she mean he hired someone? I want to make her go faster, but remind myself she’s having a hard time.

“Yes.” Her voice cracks and she turns her head to the side. Emotion rolls through my chest like an earthquake. I skip over her breasts, moving off her so I’m kneeling to the side of her, then begin massaging her arms. She’s tensed up again because of my questioning.

I massage her shoulders and move to her biceps, watching her face closely. She keeps her eyes squeezed close. “What’s your color, treasure?”

Olivia doesn’t answer right away and I know she wants to say yellow or red. She can, but this is a test. I’m making her uncomfortable by asking her these questions and pushing her emotionally. She’s fighting back tears and eventually I’ll ask the right one that will push her over.

“Green,” she finally answers.

I gaze down at her as pride swells in my heart. Leaning down, I brush my lips over her forehead. “I’m so proud of you, treasure.” I continue to trail my lips down to her cheeks. “You are doing so well.” When I capture her mouth with mine, she responds immediately. I slide my hand between her breasts up to her throat and hold her loosely as I fuck her mouth slowly with mine.

She strains against the ropes at her wrists and grunts. I pull back slightly and give her a wicked grin. Her eyes are lit up with desire, only a sliver of the beautiful blue showing. “This is the fun part of being tied up,” I tell her. I lean down and capture one of her nipples in my mouth. She gasps and yanks on the ropes again.

I look up at her as I swirl my tongue around her areola. She’s staring down at me with such longing I might come before I’m even inside her. Moving my hand from around her throat, I slide it down her body. Her eyes flare with the hope of where my hand might be going.

“What do you want, Olivia?” I ask her as I move to her other breast.

She folds her lips between her teeth, still having a hard time telling me what she wants or needs. Inhaling a shuddering breath, she looks up at the ceiling. I bite down on her nipple just enough to get her attention. She squeaks and returns her attention back to me.

“You know the rules, treasure. You have to use your words.” I stop right above her clit and stay still.

“I want you to touch me,” she whispers. I hum in approval and move my hand lower so my finger presses on her clit. When I don’t do anything else, she scowls at me. “Sir!” she cries out. Her lips tremble and her eyes become glossy.

“I’m touching you. I need you to tell me how you want me to touch you.”

“That’s not what you said. You said to tell you what I wanted. So, I did.” She swallows.

“What’s your color?”

“Yellow,” she says immediately, and I sit up.

“What do you need? Do I need to untie you?”

“Yes, please.”

Her voice is so small I know she’s on the verge of an emotional break. I untie her arms, massaging them briefly before moving down to her feet and untying them. After massaging them, I lift her into my arms and situate myself on the bed so I’m cradling her. She rests her head on my pec and wraps her arms around my back, clutching me tightly.

“Was it being tied up?” I ask her.

“No,” she whispers, surprising me.

When she doesn’t expand, I continue my questioning. “Was it my questions?”

“Kind of. I know I need to talk to you about it, but no,” she says.

I think through everything, trying to figure it out. “I need you to tell me what it was so I don’t do it again,” I tell her.

She inhales slowly. “This was our first scene tonight, and you were asking a lot of me. You tied me up, then you were asking me questions about my scars, then you wanted me to use my words. That’s what pushed me over the edge. I didn’t want to have to use my words. I had a rough day today, and I wanted you to make me feel good, but it was like you were making me beg for it.” She chokes on the last word.

“Oh, treasure.” Wrapping her tighter in my arms, I kiss her forehead. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t see it from that perspective.” Putting my fingers under her chin, I lift her face until she looks at me. “You did the right thing. I was pushing you too far. I’m so proud of you for saying yellow. Thank you for telling me why. You did so well.”

Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. “You’re proud of me?”

“Of course I am. It takes courage to admit when you need a break. Having a Dominant/submissive relationship takes trust, understanding, and communication. I need to trust you’re going to tell me when you’re reaching your limit and you need to trust that I’m going to listen when you tell me.”

She smiles up at me and raises her hand, rubbing it along my jaw. “You deserved that too,” she whispers.

I stare down at her as emotion clogs my throat. This urge to declare my feelings for her rises in my chest, to tell her how much she means to me, but I can’t seem to get my mouth to work. After everything with Josie, I never thought I’d have another submissive, and I always swore I’d never fall in love or get married. But here I am with this amazing woman I absolutely adore that has been through hell and back and still has a heart of gold.

I don’t deserve her, but I want her. I want to keep her. Forever.