60. Victor

Chapter sixty

Victor

I t takes me a moment to realize the shaking coming from Olivia isn’t the aftereffects of the orgasm she just had. When she sniffs and tries to climb off my lap and bike, I realize she’s crying. Not reacting right away because I’m so shocked, she almost falls face first on the concrete of the garage, trying to get off or run away. Quickly wrapping my arms around her, I steady her.

“Treasure?” I whisper, trying to get a glimpse of her face, but she refuses to look at me.

“C-can you…” She stops talking, the words stuck in her throat as emotion continues to swell within her. Finally reacting, I lift her and place her gently on the ground and when she tries to run off, I wrap my hand loosely around her wrist to stop her.

“Stay there, treasure.” I’m using my Dom voice and by the look in her eyes, this time she doesn’t like it. Tough shit. She’s going to tell me what’s wrong. I climb off the bike, trying not to focus on the fact that I still feel the remnants of her cum and mine on my dick. I’ve wanted to tell her about that fantasy for a while now, but the opportunity never presented itself.

I’ve asked her once to go riding with me, but the fear of Donovan stopped her, so I never broached the subject again. Once I get rid of Donovan, I know she will go with me. It’s not the bike or the riding that scares her, it’s the being exposed to someone who might kill her that scares her. After I tuck myself back into my pants, I intertwine our fingers and lead her into the house.

Tears are still streaming down her cheeks and she’s silently hiccuping every few seconds. It looks like now that the dam has broken, she can’t get it to stop, which is good. Even if she obviously hates it. I glance at her over my shoulder as we walk through the kitchen. She keeps her head down and continues to wipe at her cheeks. With each swipe of her hand, the frustration of not being able to stop is seeping through.

When we get to the bedroom, my first instinct is to take her to the bathroom and clean her up. Instead, I step into my Dominant role, then take in my submissive and what she needs. Olivia is still trying to wipe her tears away and control her hiccups. It’s time for her to allow herself to grieve. For her mom, for herself, and for the life and innocence she lost.

“Take your dress, panties, and bra off and get on the bed,” I tell her.

Her eyes snap to mine. This is the first time she’s looked at me since she started crying. I force myself not to react to the pain and sadness on her face. When she sees I’m not joking, she slowly lowers her hands to the edge of her dress and pulls it over her head.

Unhooking her bra, it falls onto the floor next to her dress. My eyes take in her rosy nipples, but I fight the urge to touch her. She glances at me one more time, her eyes still shimmering with tears, and I arch an eyebrow. She quickly lowers her eyes and pushes her panties down. Just moments ago, I had those pushed to the side as she was riding me. Now the atmosphere has shifted.

She’s stopped crying for now, but I can tell by the flush on her chest and neck and the way she’s still sniffling those emotions are still right on the edge of her frayed nerves. With a deep breath, she climbs onto the bed and kneels, placing her hands on her knees to wait for further instructions. I unbutton my shirt and pull it off, dropping it on top of her discarded clothes.

She shifts on the bed and I watch her closely, but she keeps her eyes lowered even though she wants to look at me again. Besides the occasional sniff and slight hiccup, she doesn’t move. I lower my jeans and boxers, then join her on the bed. She inhales deeply, wanting to know what’s about to happen. I kneel in front of her and watch her.

My eyes roam over her from her long eyelashes fluttering occasionally with the need to look up at me, but she fights it every time, to her long black raven hair, the scar on her collarbone that I have to kiss every time I’m having sex with her, to her pert breasts and pebbled nipples, and down to the scars on her abdomen. I reach my fingers out to run my index and middle fingers along the scar at her collarbone.

She sucks in a deep shuddering breath, but doesn’t say anything or stop me. “What’s your safe word, Olivia?” I ask her as I trail my fingers from the scar down to her right tit.

“Red, Sir,” she answers immediately.

“Very good,” I praise her, then take my other hand that’s not teasing her tit right now and place it on her knee. I spread her legs until they form a very wide V, so I can see her pretty pussy. She adjusts herself slightly, which makes her legs spread further apart and gives me an even nicer view. I move my attention to her other tit as I trail the fingers of my other hand up the inside of her thigh.

“I’m going to take a picture of you like this one day. Except your arms will be behind your back, intricately tied together.” I watch in pleasure as wetness drips from her pussy. This turns her on. She loves it when I take control of her body. When I tell her what I’d like to do to her and what fantasies I have about her. Up until recently I haven’t done that. A mistake on my part.

I bring my fingers to her pussy and run them from her opening to her clit. She gasps and moans at the same time and I hum, loving the sound of her desperate for me and the things I can do to her body. In the past when I’ve done orgasm denial, it’s been because she had to beg for it. But this time, it’s going to be because I want answers.

When I slam my fingers into her pussy, she arches her back and cries out. I pluck at her nipple, twisting slightly to cause a little pain, but she pushes into my finger and hand. Next, I hook the fingers inside of her just so and begin to rub relentlessly against her g-spot.

“Why did you start crying?”

This time she can’t help it. Her eyes fly to mine. I remove my hand from her tit and my fingers from her pussy. She whines, but doesn’t say anything. I use the juices from her pussy and wrap my hand around my aching cock and begin to pump it leisurely. Her eyes drop and she watches me in fascination.

“Eyes on me, treasure.” Her eyes come up to me again. “Why did you start crying?” I ask her again.

She swallows a few times. “Because today has been a hard day,” she answers softly.

“You’ve had rough days before. What specifically about today made you cry?” I ask her.

She looks away toward the closed door of the bedroom as her breathing increases, trying to come up with something to say. So, not giving her the opportunity to come up with a half truth, I grab her around the waist, lift her, and impale her on my dick.

Her hands come up to my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin, but I welcome it. I slowly move her up and down on my cock, my balls already drawing up at how good she feels. Her head falls back, the ends of her hair tickling my thighs as I continue to use her body. When her pussy begins to flutter around me, I lift her off of me and place her on my upper thighs.

Olivia’s head comes up, and she eyes me in frustration. “I want to come, Sir.”

Her voice is sure and bold. One side of my mouth tilts up, part of me proud of her. It took her months to get to this point where she could tell me exactly what she wants.

“No.” I don’t offer an explanation as her eyebrows drop in confusion and the lines between them become so pronounced I want to kiss them away. But I resist. “What made you cry?” I ask again, more firm this time.

She stares at me as understanding dawns on her and she figures out what I’m doing. Before she can pull away, I lift her again and slide her down my cock. Again. She moans. I grunt. Something in her eyes lights up and one side of her mouth lifts. She places her hands on my shoulders again and she begins to ride me. Furiously. I fold my lips between my teeth as my balls draw up again and that tingling sensation at the base of my spine I’m all too familiar with makes me want to push her on her back and fuck her until I come.

With a smirk, I decide to do exactly that. I push her back, and her eyes show a brief moment of triumph when I pound into her. Once I grab her hands, I push them above her head, holding them tight as I use her pussy to get me off. I make sure the base of my cock doesn’t touch her clit and instead of tilting slightly to touch her g-spot, I piston in and out.

“Sir,” she whines, wanting more and clearly frustrated I’m not giving it to her.

“You can come when you tell me why you cried.”

My voice is breathless and husky. Fuck, she feels good . Her eyes widen at my words just as I come. I want to roll off her so I don’t risk touching her just right and setting her off, but all I’m able to do is pull out and catch myself on my forearms as I catch my breath.

Olivia lies beneath me, stiff and unmoving. I slowly sit up and lean back on my knees, not looking at her face just yet because I know it’s going to kill me. She’s hurting and now I’m making her angry. But there’s a purpose behind it she doesn’t understand yet. My eyes drop to where I was just pounding into her and watch as my cum drips out of her.

Catching some of it with my fingers, I push it back into her. I know she said she couldn’t get pregnant, but what if she’s mistaken? She huffs and crosses her arms over her chest.

“There’s no point in doing that. It won’t do any good,” she snaps.

I watch her closely as I gather some more and push it into her. This time I use a different touch and she inhales sharply as a shudder works through her.

“Why do you think that?” I ask her as I swirl my middle finger around her clit.

She stares up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly as a tear drops from the corner of her eye.

“He took it away,” she says and drops her hands on to the mattress.

Olivia squeezes her eyes shut as more tears form at her eyelashes and drop down the side of her cheek toward her hairline. I continue to swirl my fingers around her clit and her hips jerk up, chasing what only I can give her.

“What did he take away?” I ask her softly. I run my fingers through her folds and she bends her legs, chasing the feeling. She slowly opens her eyes again. They’re red and this time as she stares up at me, she doesn’t try to hide the fact that she’s about to break.

“My ovaries and uterus.”