68. Olivia

Chapter sixty-eight

Olivia

“ M y punishment?” I ask. The flutter of nerves has returned. Victor hums as he grabs the bowl of salad, scooping some onto my plate then his. I take another sip from my wineglass as I try to figure out what he means.

“Yes, your punishment.” He doesn’t say anything else as he takes a bite of his lasagna.

“Why am I getting punished?” I ask, but I think I already know. It’s either because I didn’t write what I was feeling in my journal or because I said nothing going on between us when Bailey said what she did at Connor’s house. I pour some dressing on my salad and take a bite after I mix it a little.

“The main reason is because you denied anything was going on between us in front of everyone at Connor’s house.” My breath catches in my throat at the confirmation. “The other reason is because you weren’t writing about how you were feeling in your journal. I can overlook that slightly because I should have been more honest with you concerning how Josie really affected me. I understand we’ve both been through some things that have made us hesitant. But outright denying it without allowing me to speak up at all is where I draw the line.”

I stare at Victor with my fork halfway to my mouth. He’s right. I didn’t give him a chance to speak when Bailey said what she did. “You could have corrected me,” I say. My voice is low.

“I am. In the privacy of our home, in our bedroom.” He arches an eyebrow at me as he brings another bite to his mouth.

“Our home?” It’s a question, but also a hope.

He tilts his head at me and gives a soft smile. “Yes, our home. Now. Eat.” My stomach is fluttering with nerves and excitement, so I’m not sure how I’m going to eat. But I haven’t had much today, so I need to or the wine will go straight to my head. I take a bite of the lasagna and hum.

It’s my favorite dish Betsy makes. If Victor told her today was a rough day, I’m sure that’s probably why she made it. I smile to myself and take another bite. Some of the things Betsy does for me remind me of my mom. It used to make me sad, but now it makes me appreciate her. After we get done eating, I rinse our dishes and stick them in the dishwasher while Victor calls Leo to tell him there’s some lasagna and salad.

I close the dishwasher and wipe my hands on the dishtowel hanging on the handle before turning to face Victor. He pours me another glass of wine. Bringing it to me, I’m sure he sees the question on my face, but he doesn’t say anything as he waits for me to take a drink. I don’t take a sip; I take two big gulps, almost drinking everything in the glass. He smirks like he was expecting me to do that. Since that didn’t surprise him and he doesn’t chastise me, I finish it off.

He shakes his head, but takes the glass from me, rinses it out and puts it in the dishwasher with the other dishes. Then he takes my hand and leads me to the stairs. We pass Leo and I’m not sure if my face is flushed from the wine or from the embarrassment of him possibly hearing Victor punishing me.

“Take your food back to the lake house,” Victor tells him.

“Will do, boss. I’d rather not hear the noises my little sis makes while she’s in your bedroom,” Leo replies. My mouth pops open and I turn to glare at him.

“Leo, you’re fired!” Victor yells at him. Leo starts to cackle and I can’t help but laugh.

“You’ve been threatening for so long, I was beginning to wonder if anything would push you to actually do it. Now I know. Don’t talk about you two”—Leo waves his finger at us—“doing that.”

“Leo,” I growl at him, ready to pounce on him and punch him or something. He lifts his hands in surrender as he looks between Victor and me.

“Sorry. I’ll grab my food and leave. Not another squeak from me.”

“You’re still fired,” Victor yells at his retreating back. I giggle and he smirks at me with a wink.

“Sure. Whatever you say, boss.”

Victor shakes his head, and we walk up the stairs. He closes the door when we step into the bedroom. I cast my eyes down and stay to the side of the door, waiting for his instructions. His office is the only room I specifically have a place to go to.

Victor walks the rest of the way into the room. I can tell he’s undressing, but I keep my eyes on the floor even though I want nothing more than to raise them and watch as he reveals each inch of skin.

“Remove your dress and bra. Keep your panties on.”

I run my hands down to the hem of my dress and lift it over my head. Pulling my lip between my teeth, I look at him under my eyelashes. He’s stripped down to his boxer briefs. As I take in his chest, the ink on his arms, and his boxers with the obvious bulge, I swallow. I pull my bra off and drop it on top of the dress. Victor walks over to the bed, sits on the ottoman bench at the foot of the bed, and pats his lap.

“Come here, treasure.” I hesitate momentarily. My heart is hammering so hard in my chest I feel slightly disoriented. My nerves buzz with electricity as I finally put one foot in front of the other and stop next to his leg. He scoots back and pats the ottoman. “Lay across my lap,” he instructs. I lay across him and he moves me so my chest is laying on the ottoman and my hips are draped across his legs.

“Why are you being punished, Olivia?” He runs his fingers through my hair and combs it so it lays over my shoulders.

“Because I denied anything was going on between us.”

My voice is soft. His hand comes down on my ass, but not hard. I still yelp because it was unexpected. He rubs his hand over where it landed.

“Good girl,” he praises me. I jerk my hips and he chuckles just before lifting his hand and bringing it down on the other side of my ass. My core clenches as the heat spreads.

“Is this my punishment, Sir?” I ask. He rubs his hand over the spot he spanked again.

“No. I’m warming you up.” He pulls my panties down. “Lift your hips.” I do as he says, and he pulls my panties off. My chest moves rapidly with how quickly I’m breathing. “Since this is your first punishment, I’m going to spank you seven times. We’ll increase that as time goes on and you get used to it. You’ll count each one,” he instructs.

“Yes, S-Sir.” My heart is in my throat, the anticipation of what’s coming making me lightheaded. Will I like the pain? Before that thought is fully formed, his hand lands on the meaty part of my ass cheek. I yelp as tears form in my eyes from the pain.

“Olivia.” His voice is laced with warning.

“One.”

He rubs his hand over the place he spanked again and I moan. The heat radiates to my core, but I don’t have time to think about it because his hand comes down again on the other side of my ass.

“Oh!” I cry out. “Two.” His chest rumbles when I push my ass into his hand and his cock twitches. A tear escapes from the corner of my eye, so I squeeze them shut. I suck in a breath, but it leaves my lungs just as quickly when his hand lands where my ass and the back of my thigh meet. This time, harder.

“T-three.” My voice is hoarse, but I can’t deny how much this is turning me on.

“Such a good girl,” he grunts and spanks me again.

I rock my hips against his lap as I continue to count. I’m sure wetness is leaking out of me, down my thighs and onto his lap. This kind of pain is so much better than the pain I inflicted on myself. When he’s done, I can no longer control the tears. They are freely flowing now.

As he rubs his hand over the extreme heat of my ass, I push into him, loving how it feels. He removes his hand too quickly and disappointment hits me in the chest at the loss of his touch. “Get on the bed, treasure. Lay on your stomach.”

Helping me up, he guides me onto the bed. I lay down on my stomach, fold my arms, and place my cheek on my hands as I watch him. Victor smiles down at me and rubs his thumb over my cheek.

“You did so well, Olivia.” He opens the nightstand and grabs some type of oil. Maybe it’s the same kind he used the night he gave me the massage. Pouring a small amount onto the palm of his hand, he places the bottle on the nightstand and rubs his palms together, then rubs his palms over the sting of my ass.

“Your ass is so fucking beautiful with my handprint on it and how red it is. Spread your legs.” Spreading them wider, he presses his fingers into my pussy, making me moan as he fucks me with his fingers. I’m unable to stop myself as I move against his hand, already so close. “So wet for me, treasure.” He removes his fingers and I cry out at the loss. Victor shushes me as he crawls onto the bed, lifts my hips, and after a brief tease of his cock, he slams into me.

I claw at the blankets and cry out. My ass is still sore, so with each thrust, the pain and pleasure meld together. He has complete control as he holds my hips and thrusts into me. My eyes flutter closed as I bask in what he’s doing to my body. Victor shifts slightly and the head of his cock hits that spot inside of me that makes me forget my name. Stars explode behind my eyelids as my muscles clench around him.

I’m sure I scream, but it’s an out-of-body experience. Something I have never experienced before. Pleasure radiates from every pore in my body. When I finally come to my senses, Victor is cradling me in his arms with his back against the headboard. He runs his fingers through my hair as he tells me how perfect I am and how well I did.

My head rests against his chest and I fall asleep to the soothing sound of his heartbeat.