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, thenoccasionally 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.
