57. Oivia

Chapter fifty-seven

Oivia

M y emotions are raw, but I don’t regret tonight. The way Victor tied me up was different. It didn’t scare me like I thought it would. It actually turned me on a lot more than I expected. I was scared, but the way Victor did it took the fear away. It really was quite liberating. More so than I thought possible.

As I stare up at him now, watching a variety of emotions flit across his face, I keep hoping he might tell me how he feels, but he just gives me that smile he reserves only for me and leans down to kiss me. I swallow down the disappointment and realize I’m going to have to come to terms that this is all we are. Eventually, I’m going to have to find another Dominant that will want more. I really wanted it to be him, though.

“I’m going to go run a bath. You can stay in here until it’s ready,” he says.

With a nod, I climb off his lap. We’re both still naked, but I’m comfortable in my skin. He helped me get to this point. His eyes rake over me before he walks into the bathroom, making my skin heat up. I pull my legs up to my chest and wrap my arms around them as I wait.

I showered earlier, but he likes for us to do this together. I don’t care for baths, but when I’m with him, I enjoy it. After a few moments, he walks back into the bedroom, picks me up, and carries me into the bathroom. He sets me down on my feet so I can pull my hair into a bun on top of my head, then helps me into the bath.

He gets in behind me, then begins massaging my back and neck. “I didn’t get to finish your massage.”

I smile and let my head drop forward. His touch loosens the pent up tension in my muscles and I relax. I was wondering if he was going to continue asking questions, but maybe he’s putting that on pause for now. Victor wraps one arm around my waist and pulls me so I’m flush against him. His hard cock between my back and his stomach.

“You are so beautiful, Olivia.” His lips run along my shoulder, to my neck, then he pulls my earlobe between his teeth. I moan. “I want you all the time. Sometimes I’ll be thinking about you in the middle of the day and consider coming to get you for a quickie,” he says. He runs his beard along my skin and I shiver.

“Why don’t you?” I gasp when he pulls the skin of my throat between his lips and sucks. His hands cup my breasts and he begins to massage.

“Because I know I can’t be quick with you. I’ll start and I won’t be able to stop. I’ll need more and more.” He pinches my nipples and I arch, loving it when he does that. He’s right; a little pain with pleasure is quite exhilarating. “You really love that, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” I moan, as he pinches harder. My core clenches around nothing. “Sir.” I don’t know what else to say. I want him to make me feel good.

“I know, treasure.” One hand travels down my abdomen while he continues to massage my breast. My stomach flips at what might be coming next. This time he doesn’t tease me. He circles his middle finger around my clit sending electric currents along my nerves.

He rubs his beard along my shoulder just as he rubs his middle finger from my clit to my opening and back again. I whine, wanting more, but words aren’t coming to me. Shifting against him when he presses against my clit again, he hisses. The desire for him to fill me up causes my body temperature to rise. I love the way it feels when I stretch around him.

He has helped push everything Donovan did to me away and now I love having sex, but I only love it because it’s with Victor. “S-sir?” My mouth opens on a groan when he inserts two fingers into my pussy and hooks them just so, hitting my g-spot while his other hand continues to fondle my breasts. He continues to rub my g-spot, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“Yes, treasure?” he murmurs as the palm of his hand presses against my clit. My legs begin to shake; I’m going to come any minute now. Victor doesn’t let up. Instead, he pumps his fingers in and out, rubbing them over my g-spot and making sure his palm hits my clit too.

“I…oh, god!”

Every muscle in my body tenses as I arch my back and come so hard around his fingers. He keeps his fingers in me as I pulse around them. I’m breathing so hard it feels like I just ran a race. Before I completely come down, Victor is removing his fingers from me and standing.

He steadies me, so I don’t collapse into the water. Victor pulls the lever that lets the water out and grabs a towel, then wraps it around his waist, much to my displeasure. He chuckles when he sees me pout. Grabbing another towel, he holds his hand out and helps me out, then quickly dries me off before throwing my towel in the laundry basket. He pulls his towel off and rubs it along his skin and throws his in the basket as well.

He grabs another towel and pulls me from the bathroom to the bedroom. “What’s that towel for?” I ask as he lightly taps me on the ass, motioning for me to get on the bed. I climb up and he follows close behind. He places the towel in the middle of the bed.

“Because you’re going to need it,” he says.

I’m on my knees facing the headboard and he comes up behind me, his chest hitting my back. “I want to eat your pussy, so bad. But I need to fill this tight pussy around my dick right now.” He cups my pussy with his hand and I moan, laying my head against his chest. “Get on all fours,” he instructs as he removes his hand.

I lean forward, loving this side of Victor. I’ve heard the stories Caroline, Ansley, and Bailey have shared, but Victor has never been like that with me. Up until now, I’ve felt like he’s treated me like a fragile china doll. Maybe he realizes I’m not. And it’s because of him, he’s helped me overcome so much.

His hands grip my hips tightly as the bed shifts and his cock teases me. My stomach dips in anticipation. I love the feeling of him entering me and he knows it, so he always draws it out. His tip enters my pussy and I shudder, dropping my head between my arms.

“You do so well taking me, treasure. Fuck. Watching the tip of my cock go into this tight pussy is like a dream come true.” As he says it, he pulls out and back in. He keeps teasing, but I’m not complaining because I love it. Victor leans over me, his chest touching my back. He kisses along my shoulder blades, then follows that with his beard. I moan, understanding the purpose of the towel because I’m dripping down the inside of my thighs.

I just came minutes ago, but I’m already on edge and if he touches my clit, I will have another orgasm. He rubs his beard along my shoulder blade and hooks his chin over my shoulder, nipping at my earlobe. “Touch yourself, treasure.”

Suddenly, I freeze. “I-I’ve never done that,” I remind him in a small voice. He doesn’t stop his teasing. He continues to push the tip of his cock in and out of me, making me want to touch myself.

“I know,” he says in a whisper. Kissing the back of my neck, since my hair is still pulled up in a bun. “You’re safe here with me and I want you to make yourself feel good.” He enters deeper and we both moan. “Lay your shoulders on the bed with your cheek to the side. It will be easier that way.”

Taking a few deep breaths, I take my right hand and put it between me and the mattress. I’m not sure what to do with my left arm, so I bend it and place it above my head.

“Yes, just like that. So perfect. You’re doing so good, treasure.”

I practically purr under his praise as he rubs his hand from the top to the bottom of my spine. He continues to rock into me with shallow thrusts. Glancing at him over my shoulder, I can tell by the look on his face that he’s on edge and ready to come, but he’s not rushing me. I wish I could put into words how much his patience means to me.

Spreading my legs a little more, he moans when it causes him to slide in further than he probably intended. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to hide my smile, loving that I have the same effect on him that he has on me. Maybe one day when I’m a lot more confident, I can be a bit more bratty and see where that leads. I sure as hell won’t be anything like that bitch Josie.

“Fuck, Olivia. You feel so good. I never thought…” He doesn’t finish his sentence and I’m too far gone to ask him to finish. I rub my hand down my inner thigh, wetness coating it. The Liv from six months ago would be embarrassed, but I continue on. “Come on, baby,” Victor whispers.

Nerves settle in my stomach, so I take a long breath before placing my middle finger on my clit and circle it once, then twice. After the second circle, Victor slams into me hitting my g-spot, causing me to cry out as an orgasm so intense hits me I see stars. I claw at the duvet as Victor thrusts into me, chasing his orgasm. He comes with a shout and I swear I black out for a moment.

The next thing I know, I’m being carried into the bathroom again. Victor starts the shower, then quickly rinses off our sweat and cum. I’m barely lucid, but he doesn’t reprimand me. He keeps his voice and touches soft. After he dries us off, he picks me up and carries me back to bed. Pulling me until I’m practically on top of his chest, I fall asleep to the soothing thud of his heartbeat.