80. Olivia

Chapter eighty

Olivia

T here are more people here than I was expecting. Thankfully, no one speaks to me. Not that it’s hard for me to not speak. This is one of the easier rules Victor has given me, but it’s probably because of how nervous I am about tonight. There’s an announcement that the auction is about to begin, so Victor escorts us into the large room that’s being used. We sit in the back and I watch as people take their seats.

The auctioneer comes up and welcomes everyone. “There are twenty-five people up for sale tonight. Eighteen women and seven men.” My stomach clenches at the thought of these people being sold off like cattle. Victor said there are some that are choosing to be sold, but the majority aren’t willing.

According to Arden, the majority of bids don’t get higher than four and a half million and it has to be paid in cash, so that’s how much Victor brought. Each person who is brought up has some fear in their eyes, but there’s a girl brought up with silver hair and she looks terrified. I place my hand on Victor’s forearm and squeeze.

I look up at him and speak to him without using my mouth. “Is this the one, treasure?” he asks. I nod and he gives me a small smile.

“The next person up for auction is McKenzie Knight. She’s twenty-three years old, recently graduated from NYU, and is an excellent baker.” I watch as McKenzie looks around the room, tears forming in her eyes. “The starting bid is seven hundred fifty thousand.”

A man toward the front raises his hand. “We’ve got seven hundred fifty thousand,” the auctioneer announces.

Victor raises his hand. “One million.”

“One and a quarter million,” the man up front says quickly.

I study that man as the bid gets higher and higher. He can’t get her. Somehow I know deep in my gut that he has bad intentions toward her.

“One and a half,” Victor responds. Another person joins the bidding. It gets up to over four million dollars.

“Four and a quarter,” the man up front says. Victor looks at me and I plead with him with my eyes.

“More?” he asks.

“He can’t have her,” I say, knowing I’m disobeying.

“Going once, twice,” the auctioneer begins. Victor is about to raise his hand and speak up when another man speaks up.

“Four and a half,” he calls out.

Victor goes to raise his hand again, even though it’s more than what he brought. I place my hand on his, stopping him. There’s something about this new man that’s entered the bidding war. Why did he wait? The bidding is up to five and a half million.

The bald man makes one more feeble attempt, and this time I think he may have won. It’s like everyone in the room is holding their breath. The auctioneer is about to say sold.

The other bidder chimes in. “Six million.” He almost sounds bored. The bald man in the front shakes his head at the auctioneer.

“Sold, for six million.” I watch as the man stands to go claim McKenzie. He smirks at the bald man and salutes at him. He planned this. I wonder why.

Six Months Later

We still haven’t found Alice Brighton, but Victor has learned that her son is looking for her too. He’s decided we will only go to the auctions twice a year. Phoenix, Alice’s son, doesn’t trust Victor because he was asking questions about Alice, and Victor was bidding on the woman Phoenix bought. Victor thought it would be best to lay low for a little while.

We buy someone at every auction, then give them the option to move to Mississippi with us and Victor will help them get back on their feet by hiring them at one of his restaurants. By this point, everyone is involved. Malachi has offered jobs at the clubhouse, Lincoln, Bass, Connor, and Julian have all offered jobs as well as Ansley.

Lincoln and Ansley have expressed a desire to go to one of the auctions. Victor told them they needed to wait until he could get Phoenix to trust him. I’m working in the greenhouse Victor built me, planting seeds for flowers I plan on selling at the farmer’s market in a couple of months. I still work for Lincoln, but it’s on a contract basis now. He’ll ask me to help with certain projects.

I finished the garden app I was working on with Lane’s help. Since Victor bought cows and chickens, this has become an official farm. I love being outside with the animals and working with my flowers. Victor and I go on horse rides on a daily basis. Cinnamon has officially claimed me as his person. We recently got a border collie, Sammy, to help herd the cattle and anytime Sammy is near me while I’m with Cinnamon, Cinnamon gets so jealous, wanting all of my attention.

I kind of love it. There’s a nudge at my calf. Glancing down, I smile at Sammy. I squat down to pet him. “Hey, Sammy. I was just thinking about you.” He tries to lick me, but I pull back. “No, not on the face.” He licks my arm and wags his tail so hard his butt is wagging too. I laugh at him and wrap my arms around him, hugging him before I stand.

Victor says I spoil him too much for a working dog, but I can’t help it. He still does what he’s supposed to do; I just have to give him all the pets and love for doing it. I grab the tray and take it to a shelf. Turning to leave, I jump slightly at the sight of Victor leaning against the door entrance of the greenhouse.

“Hi,” I greet him, walking to him quickly. Sammy runs to him, wagging his little butt.

“Hey, treasure,” he replies before squatting to pet Sammy for a minute. “Sit,” he orders, and Sammy listens immediately. I roll my lips between my teeth and Victor raises an eyebrow at me. “I take it you haven’t gotten that down yet.”

I shake my head. “No, but I’ll work on it. I promise,” I tell him.

Victor frowns, looking skeptical. He steps forward and wraps his arms around my waist. “Should I punish you?” he asks.

I lift one shoulder and try my best not to smile. “Maybe.”

He chuckles and pulls me into him. “You enjoy your punishments way too much,” he says. He grips the back of my neck, leans down, and kisses me. His tongue strokes mine and I’m ready to climb him. When he pulls away, I’m disappointed. He wraps his arm around my shoulder as we walk back to the house.

“You’re home early,” I say as Sammy runs ahead of us. He knows it’s almost dinnertime.

“I have a surprise for you,” he tells me. My stomach flips, wondering what surprise he has for me.

“What kind of surprise?”

He glances down at me and I give him a sweet smile. “That won’t work on me, treasure.”

I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth and look away. He says that, but it usually does. He spoils me and I will appreciate it for the rest of my life. When we get into the house, he feeds Sammy, then leads the way up to our bedroom.

I stop at the sight of the black dress laid out on our bed. “What’s that for?” I ask.

“We’re going to the club tonight,” he says. I squeal and clap my hands together. We’ve talked about this for a year now, but he said he wouldn’t take me until he knew I was ready. “I’ve reserved a room.” I exhale and look at him for instructions. “Take a shower, shave, and put the dress on. Don’t wear anything under it. I’ve asked Betsy to make us some salads for dinner. We’ll eat, then we’ll go.”

“Yes, sir,” I respond immediately.

He leans down and kisses me. “Someone is eager.” I nod at him with a big smile. “You have thirty minutes to be downstairs,” he says.

“Thirty minutes?” I ask. There’s no way.

He smirks as he walks to the door. “Alright, an hour.”

I bounce on my feet and turn, hurrying to the bathroom. After I take a shower, I quickly put some makeup on and pull the dress on. It fits like a glove. I look at myself in the full-length mirror and take a deep breath. This dress leaves nothing to the imagination, but I push that out of my head. If this is what Victor wants me to wear, I’ll wear it.

As I walk downstairs, I wonder if he’ll use tonight for us to work through his fears of what Josie did to him. I’ve been working with Missy, a Domme that Malachi knows, for training.

The look on Victor’s face when I get downstairs is priceless. He gropes me, making sure I followed his instructions of not wearing anything under the dress. At least that’s the excuse he gives me, but I’m not complaining. We eat, then we’re out the door.

My stomach is full of nerves as he pulls out onto the road. I’ve been looking forward to this since the day he told me about it. He told me he had to make sure I was ready before taking me and now here we are.

“You in that dress is almost as sexy as you on the back of my bike,” he says.

I smile at him. The first time I went riding with him and The Outsiders, he took me to one of the rooms in the clubhouse and fucked me against the wall. It was the first time he had ever done anything like that. He told me he only waited out of respect for the club.

“I could always wear this dress on the back of your bike.”

He chuckles. “Oh, treasure. You’re going to regret saying that.” When we get to the club, he parks and walks around the car to help me out. Before we walk toward the entrance, he cages me against his car. “The rules,” he says. He hooks a finger through my collar and pulls on it until it’s tight around my neck. “You are not to speak to any other Dominants. You’re allowed to speak to submissives, but if they don’t speak to you, it means they’re not allowed to.” I’ll know who a submissive is by seeing their collar.

“You are not allowed to look anyone in the eye except me. If a Dominant speaks to you, do not acknowledge them unless I give you permission. It could be a man or woman. They should know right away that you’re not allowed to speak to them, so if they try to press it, I will handle it. You are allowed to have one alcoholic drink only. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I respond immediately, excitement stirring in my stomach.

“Good girl.”

My stomach flips at his praise. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the entrance of the club. We enter and I keep my eyes on the floor. He greets the woman at the entrance.

“Victor, I haven’t seen you in years,” she exclaims.

“Hello, Tina,” he greets her. “This is Olivia, my wife.”

“Olivia, hello. It’s so nice to meet you,” she greets me. She’s very bubbly. I glance at her neck and see she has a collar on.

“Nice to meet you as well, Tina,” I say without looking her in the eye.

“I reserved us a room,” Victor tells her.

She pulls up the information on her laptop and hands Victor a key. Tina lets us in and I look around. The lighting is dim. There is a bar to the right, in the middle there are booths, and to the left there is more seating that’s more discreet.

Victor walks over to the bar and helps me into one of the chairs before ordering us both a drink. “I don’t know if I would be able to wear this on the back of your bike,” I tell him.

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kisses me on the neck. “Oh, I’m sure we can find a way.” Goosebumps break out over my skin as he devours my neck. It takes effort not to look around, because he’s usually not this public with affection. It’s the atmosphere of the club, so instead of questioning it, I lean into him and tilt my head as he rubs his beard against my skin. “I bet you’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you treasure?”

I whine as his other hand lands on my knee and travels under my dress. “Yes, Sir,” I say as I spread my legs, knowing he wants to check. When drinks are placed in front of us, I snap my legs closed, but Victor pries them apart again, giving me a light slap on the inside of my thigh.

“You’re safe here, Olivia. We aren’t doing anything others aren’t doing.” He grips my chin and turns my head. There is a couple in the middle of the room having sex. The man has her pushed face down on a table while he thrusts into her from behind.

“Will you do that to me?” I ask as I look away, not knowing how to feel about that. His fingers reach my pussy and he hums at finding me soaking for him.

“Not tonight.” He doesn’t expand any further. Thinking about my journal, I decide I’ll write how I feel about this, and let him read it later. He swirls his finger around my clit, distracting me. I clutch his bicep and throw my head back, wondering if he’s going to make me come here and now. “So fucking beautiful.” Pushing two fingers into me, I shamelessly ride them, no longer caring where we’re at.

“Victor. Olivia. So nice to see you.” Missy’s voice interrupts my almost orgasm, and it takes extreme self control on my part to not scowl at her. She’s a Dominant, so I’m not allowed to speak to her. Victor stops, but it takes him a second to remove his fingers, making heat run up my chest, to my neck and face. When he does remove them, he adjusts my dress, then puts them in his mouth, sucking my juices off. I look at him under my eyelashes. Fuck that’s hot.

“Missy, how are you?” he greets her.

She waves at the bartender and places her order before speaking. “I’m marvelous. Sorry to interrupt, but I have someone waiting for me and he gets antsy if I keep him waiting too long.” Taking a sip from my drink, I want to remind her she’s the Domme, but keep my thoughts to myself.

“How is that your problem?” Victor asks.

She lifts one shoulder as she sips from the tiny straw that’s in her glass. “Sometimes, I can be benevolent.” I feel her eyes on me, but keep mine downcast. “How are you Olivia?” Biting my tongue, I don’t answer. She giggles and hums in approval. “You really are an excellent submissive.” My neck and face heat up at her praise.

Victor leans closer to me, his chest brushing against my arm. “She really is,” he says as he puts his fingers under my chin and turns my face until I’m looking up at him. The approval in his eyes makes me smile. Leaning down, he kisses me softly, before saying, “You can talk to her. I asked her to meet us at the bar. However, you are still not allowed to look at her.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper. He gives me another kiss before releasing my chin. “Hello, Missy.” My nerves are taking flight again. Why did Victor ask her to meet us there? She’s been coming over to the house twice a month, training me, for the past six months.

“Olivia, I hope you’re enjoying the club so far.”

“Yes, although I am a little nervous,” I admit. Victor runs his fingers through my hair as he takes a sip from his cup.

“It’s your first time here, so I’m not surprised,” Missy replies. “Please let me know if there’s anything I can do to make it more comfortable for first timers.”

I almost look at her, but catch myself. “This is your club?” I take another sip from my drink, thankful Victor let us stop here first. It’s calming my nerves.

“It is,” she answers. “Victor, I’ll let you tell your treasure why I’m here.” She grabs her drink, finishes it off, then waves the bartender down for another. Turning to look at Victor, I wait, anticipation building in my stomach.

He smiles at me, but there’s hesitation in his eyes, so I put my hand on top of his to give him support. His smile grows wider. “After speaking to Missy, she believes you’re ready.” My heart stops beating, then takes off like a stallion. “I trust her, but most of all, I trust you. I believe I’m past what Josie did to me, but I need to allow you to do this to prove to myself that I am.” He swallows and takes a deep breath. “So, if you’re willing, I would like to do that with you tonight, in a controlled environment.”

I nod before the words are out of his mouth. “Yes, absolutely.” Lifting my hand to rub it along his jaw, I blink rapidly, fighting the tears that want to fall. “Thank you for trusting me.” He leans his forehead against mine as our breathing syncs. “I love you,” I whisper.

Victor exhales sharply. “And I love you more than I ever thought was physically possible. You’re in every cell of my being, treasure.” He palms the back of my head and brings my mouth to his. I want to climb in his lap, but he pulls away with a smirk. “Soon, baby,” he says against my mouth. Pulling back with a slight pout, I pick up my drink and finish it off.

“I’m ready, Sir,” I say and he arches an eyebrow at me.

Missy chuckles next to me. “Victor, is it okay if your sub looks at me while I give her instructions?” I furrow my eyebrows as I look at Victor. Instructions? I thought that was the purpose of the past six months.

“Yes. Olivia, you may look at Missy while she’s giving you instructions.” He doesn’t expand further, so I turn and look at Missy. Her blonde hair is piled on top of her head with a tiara in front. Her lips are a bright red, and she’s wearing a black corset dress. She’s gorgeous.

“What kind of instructions, Ma’am?” Missy isn’t my Dominant, but she is one, which still deserves respect.

She smiles at me and tilts her head. “You really are amazing, you know that?” I swallow and tilt my head down in appreciation. She inhales deeply before beginning. “The room you two will be in has everything you both will need. When you tie Victor up, you will use the leather cuffs.” I nod as I remember back to when she showed those to me at one of our training sessions. “You will use the flogger whip and only that.” That was the one we used the most.

“Victor prefers the color coded system, so you will check in with him often to see what his safe word is. If at any time he says yellow, you are to stop and ask him what needs to be corrected or changed to make him more comfortable.” She arches an eyebrow at me. “Understand?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Of course.” Turning to look back at Victor, he’s watching us with a small smile on his face. He rubs his hand through my hair as I turn back to look at Missy.

Missy leans forward with a devious grin. “Then you make him come so hard, he sees stars,” she says with a wink.

Chuckling, I tilt my head at her. “How do you know I haven’t already done that?”

Victor and Missy laugh. She leans forward and looks at him. “She can be cheeky when she wants to be.” Glancing back at Victor, hoping I wasn’t out of line, he smirks at me.

“Yes, she can.” He looks up at Missy with a smile. “And she’s not wrong.” I sit back with a cheshire grin, as Missy stands from her stool.

“Have fun you two,” she says with a wave of her fingers as she walks away.

Victor stands as well, offering me his hand, and helping me off the stool. “You’re pleased with yourself, aren’t you, treasure?”

Smiling up at him, I nod. “Yes.” I motion to him as I take in every inch of his body. “I mean, look at you. Little ol’ me made you see stars.” I say the last sentence in my best southern drawl.

He throws his head back and laughs. “That you did, sweetheart. That you did.” He wraps his hand around my waist and leads me to a hallway. I can’t help but glance at the various couples openly having sex. He mentioned earlier we wouldn’t do that tonight, so it’s a possibility we will do that, eventually. There are people gathered around the couples watching. The idea of someone watching us have sex makes me feel uneasy.

“We won’t do that unless you are ready,” Victor says, reading my mind. “And if you’re never ready, that’s okay.” I relax against him. He must have felt me tense up. When we get to the room, he unlocks it and guides me in, locking it behind him. I look around the room and take a deep breath. There’s a bed, but my eyes are drawn to the wall with various crops and paddles, spotting the flogger. I swallow, unsure what to do next.

He gives me a reassuring smile, but he doesn’t say anything. “Take your dress off and lay it across that chair.” He points to a chair next to the door. I guess we’re getting right to it. I lift my dress over my head and place it over the chair, standing completely naked before him.

Victor walks over and circles me. I suck in a shaky breath, already feeling myself getting wet. He stops in front of me, his eyes rake over me slowly. As I keep my eyes downcast, I swallow, but he lifts my face until I’m looking at him. “I’ll go first, then I get to have my way with you.” Desire swirls in my belly as he unbuttons his shirt.

“Victor?” He stops with an arch of his eyebrow, so I grab his hands and hold them in mine, stepping closer to him. “I want you to know how much I appreciate you putting your trust in me to help you through this. I…” Swallowing, I inhale deeply. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

He smiles at me, then leans down to kiss me soft and slow. “I love you, Olivia. And thank you for agreeing to do this. This is as much out of your comfort zone as it is mine,” he whispers. It feels like we’re the only two people in the world. Stepping back, he continues to unbutton his shirt as his eyes rake over my naked body. “Where do you want me, treasure?” he asks, as he finishes stripping.

Swallowing, I glance around. There’s a fourposter bed with gold rings to attach the leather straps. Inhaling and exhaling a few times, I point to the bed. “Get on the bed and stay on your back.” He told me he didn’t like being tied up while facing down. If he’s facing up, he can see everything that’s coming. He walks to the bed and climbs on, giving the most perfect view of his ass.

I walk to the wall with all the different items and grab the leather straps and flogger. Walking back to him, I stand over him and take in every glorious inch of him. My eyes land on the new tattoo on his pec. It’s right across from the other one that I learned was the date my father died in Roman numerals. The new tattoo is the date we got married, also in Roman numerals. I got one too, on my wrist. He reaches out, grabs my hand, turns it over, and kisses my wrist.

With a smirk, I shake my head at him. “I will never understand how you do that.”

He grins up at me. “You’re a part of my soul, Olivia Valentine,” he says as an explanation. My cheeks heat up as I swallow and take a deep breath.

“I’m going to put the leather cuffs on you.” I show them to him. “And attach you to the rings. Then I’m going to take the flogger and make you forget everything Josie ever did to you.” It’s a promise. He nods at me with absolute trust in his eyes, then extends his arms and legs so I can bind him.

After I place the leather cuffs on his wrists, I check to make sure they’re not too tight, then do the same with his ankles. When I’m done, I stand at the foot of the bed and look at him, gauging how comfortable he is. “What’s your color?” I ask him.

“Green,” he says right away, making some of the nerves in my stomach ease. His cock is hard, red, and angry. Smirking, I crawl up onto the bed between his spread legs, and place the flogger next to his right leg. I rub my hands up his shins, to his knees, then his strong thighs. They flex under my hands, causing my smirk to turn into a grin. Looking up at him to see what kind of expression he has on his face, my stomach swoops at the obvious desire.

Licking my lips, I stare at him under my eyelashes as I lean down and take the tip of his cock into my mouth. He jerks as a loud moan vibrates through his chest. “Fuck, Olivia.” Swirling my tongue around him, he pulls on his restraints, so I pop off of him immediately.

“Color?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Green, definitely green.”

No amount of training or practice prepares you for the real thing. “You pulled on your restraints,” I say.

“Because I forgot about them. I wanted to touch you,” he explains. Studying him for a moment, I see he’s telling the truth. He’d tell me if he was uncomfortable, so I lean down and take him all the way into my mouth until his cock hits the back of my throat. “Holy shit,” he cries out. I’d smile if my mouth wasn’t full. Since I rarely get full control, I’m definitely taking advantage of this. He will see stars before I’m done.

Popping off him after a few seconds, I lean back on my heels and smile down at him. A sheen of sweat is on his chest and he’s breathing hard. Taking his cock in my hand, I massage him, working him from root to tip. He throws his head back, giving me the opportunity to straddle him and impale myself on his dick.

“Fuck, Olivia.” I place my hands on his pecs while leisurely riding him. “You’re supposed to be using the flogger,” he says breathlessly as he watches where our bodies are joined.

“I will, but my goal is to make you love what she caused you to hate,” I tell him. His eyes snap up to mine and I swear there are tears in his eyes. Reaching behind me, I grab the flogger and hold it in both of my hands, showing it to him. I’ve stopped riding him, instead I stay seated on him, warming his cock. “What’s your color?”

He bucks up and I tsk at him. I’m not a Domme, so I’m not going to punish him. We’re doing a scene to help him. “Green.” His voice is strained, the veins in his neck and arms are protruding.

“You look so fucking sexy, Mr. Valentine,” I tell him as I take the flogger and slowly run it from his shoulder down his arm, then repeat it on his other arm. He hisses when I move my hips in a circle.

Swallowing, he stares up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Mrs. Valentine, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

Taking the flogger, I swish it across his chest. “That’s the point,” I tell him as I move my hips again. He pulls on his restraints again, but this time I can tell it’s because he wants to touch me. “Color?” I ask, just in case.

“Green. Fuck, I need to come.” He bucks against me again and I chuckle. He glares up at me, making me laugh harder. “Jesus Christ, stop moving.”

Leaning down, I kiss him. He licks my bottom and top lip, obviously wanting the kiss to deepen. “Now you know how it feels when you edge me all night long,” I tease him. By the glint in his eye, I’m probably going to pay for that later, but for now, I’m having too much fun to care. Sitting back up, I start over again. I run the flogger over his shoulders, arms, and chest, then occasionally circle my hips and check with him every couple of minutes.

When he’s straining against the restraints so hard every tendon is visible in his arms, I decide to have mercy on him. Placing the flogger down, I place my hands on his chest and ride him. “Fuck, I’m going to come fast, so touch yourself if you need to,” he groans. Bringing my fingers to my clit, I throw my head back in pleasure. I was already on the edge, but that brings me even closer. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he growls as he bucks up into me. “Shit, I hope you’re almost there.”

I increase the pressure on my clit, adjusting my hips so the tip of his cock rubs against that spot inside me. He shouts and throws his head back at the same time my muscles spasm around him. “Victor!” I cry out, riding him until my orgasm subsides.

When I come down, he’s staring at me with awe in his eyes. “Can you take the restraints off now?” he asks. Climbing off him, we both hiss at the loss. Removing the leather cuffs from his ankles and wrists, I inspect them before massaging them. He gives me a moment before pulling me into his arms and kissing me so thoroughly I’m ready to ride him again. “You succeeded,” he murmurs against my lips.

“What do you mean?” I ask him.

“You made me love something she caused me to hate.” My heart expands so much I think it might burst. He rubs his beard against me, making me giggle. “I love you, Olivia Valentine.”

I smile at him, as he rolls me over, his cock already hard. “I love you too, Victor Valentine.” He pushes into me and I get lost in how only he can make me feel.