“Hi. I saw that Connor came to talk to you. So, did everything go okay?”
“It did. He gave me his card, so I’ll call him to schedule a time for him and I to meet. Thank you for arranging tonight. It took longer than we expected, but hopefully I can get things rolling now.”
“Of course, I’m glad I can help.” She pauses. “Are you going to tell me what you’re planning?” She asks me this every couple of weeks, but I give her the same answer every time.
“I’ve told you, treasure. It’s time to end Donovan.”
She sighs. “I don’t know what that means,” she replies.
Should I tell her that Malachi and Leo have spotted him again?I’m trying so hard to protect her, but maybe it would be best if I were honest with her. But just as I think it, I decide against it. She’s finally feeling safe and I don’t want to take thataway from her. I will worry about this for her so she doesn’t have to.
“Olivia, I will tell you what you need to know when you need to know it. Okay?” I’m not talking to her as her Dom. I’m talking to her as her boyfriend, even if she doesn’t realize that’s what I am.
“Yes, Sir,” she responds.
I hold in my sigh. I need to talk to her about our relationship.Does she realize what she means to me? Does she realize this isn’t just a temporary thing for me?
“When you get home, take a shower, then put on the outfit I laid out for you. I’ll be another hour or so. You can read until I get home. Understand, treasure?” I slide back into my Dom role, because that’s what is familiar to her.
“Yes, Sir,” she replies immediately.
As I drive home, I can’t get my mind off what Olivia will be wearing. This is the most revealing outfit I’ve ever had for her. I saved it for a night when she could partially hide under the blanket of our bed.My bed, I scold myself. I’m ready to move her in and it’s almost to the point I’m going to push her harder.
When I get home, I take my time before making my way upstairs. No longer able to find anything to do downstairs, I walk upstairs. Stopping in the doorway, I stare at Olivia. She’s sitting up, leaning against the headboard reading as she was instructed.
The blanket is wrapped around her waist, allowing me to get a glimpse of what I laid out for her. I wondered if she would fight it, but she didn’t. My heart beats heavy in my chest with anticipation.Does she sense my presence?Her gaze stays on the book in front of her. Either she’s so entranced by her book or she’s waiting for me to acknowledge her first. She is such an obedient submissive. There are times I wish she would be a brat, so I can punish her.
But the reason she’s so obedient is that she’s afraid of getting punished. Was this a good idea? The reason we entered intoa Dominant/submissive relationship was to help her overcome what she went through with Donovan. Have I done that? Maybe I’ve been too easy on her. I walk into the room, unbuttoning my shirt.
“Put the book down, treasure.”
She closes the book and puts the book down on the nightstand. I grind my teeth, wishing she would rebel, to tell me no. Yanking my shirt off, I throw it over the chair next to the bed.
“Get out of bed. I want to see you.”
After unbuttoning my jeans, I push them down my legs. Olivia’s seen me multiple times in my boxers, but tonight she’s going to see me naked. She watches me, not reacting right away like she normally does. Will she disobey? A small part of me hopes she does. But she slowly pushes the blankets off and turns so her bare legs are dangling off the bed.
I want to snap at her and tell her to hurry, but I give her time. I’m being irrational. Especially when I’m normally patient with her. Taking a deep breath, I push my boxers down. She turns to look at me and gasps. Her eyes take in every inch of me, stopping at my hardening cock.
She slowly stands from the bed, turns to face me, and I take her in.Fuck, this was a mistake.She’s wearing a red lacy tank top that’s low cut, so it stops right above her belly button and lacy boy shorts that leaves little to the imagination.
“Fuck,” I mutter. Her eyes snap up to mine, and she folds her lips between her teeth. I’ve seen all of her scars. Hopefully she’s comfortable in front of me. My goal for tonight was to push her boundaries. Is it working? The next step is her wearing lingerie that’s see through. “You are so gorgeous, treasure.”
I walk toward her, my cock hard and aching. She would feel so good wrapped around me. Olivia swallows, but she’s not afraid. The ocean blue of her eyes is barely visible with how dilated theyare. She wants me as much as I want her. I stop directly in front of her and groan when my cock rubs against her lacy shorts.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
Running my fingers through her hair, I tilt her head back. She looks up at me with a desperation that almost encourages me to take her here and now. Her breaths are coming hard and fast as she stares at me. Everything in me wants to beg her to touch me. When she brings her hand between us and brushes her hand against me, I almost come on the spot.
Olivia grips me, squeezing hard, and I groan, throwing my head back. Everything in me wants her to continue, but is she doing this because she wants to or because she thinks I want her to? Pushing her hand away, instant regret courses through my veins when she bites her lip and looks away.
“I want you, treasure. You have no idea.” Backing up so I don’t attack her like every cell in my being is yelling at me to. “But this isn’t going to happen until you’re ready.”
She stares at me for a long time, her eyes sparkle with tears she won’t shed. “But you never try, so how do you know I’m not ready?”
Chapter thirty-nine
Victor
