He answers on the first ring. “Yeah, boss.”
“Can you tell if everything is alright at Olivia’s?”
He pauses for a moment. “Yeah. I’m sitting on her front porch; her and her friend are up though. Sounds like they’re moving around in there. Why?”
“She sent me a text. I wanted to make sure she’s alright since it’s the middle of the night.” He doesn’t ask why I don’t call and ask her myself.
“All is good here, but I’ll let you know if something changes.”
He hangs up without saying bye, and I throw my phone on the bed.Fuck. I am such an asshole.I forgot what it’s like to be a Dominant in a healthy relationship. Before Josie, I had other submissives, but they were all experienced.
Olivia is new, and I haven’t done a very good job of training her. Not really. I told her I’d stretch her beyond her comfort zone, but when we reached mine, I didn’t keep going. Grabbing my phone, I look at her text one more time.
Victor: I’m sorry too, treasure. I miss you and can’t wait to see you tomorrow.
I lay back down and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know if I’ll punish her. We need to set some more boundaries, then go from there.
“They’re hoping he’ll wake up this week,” Julian, Connor’s brother, says. He sounds exhausted. Not only did his girl get hurt, but his brother as well.
“Well, I have my men helping out on his sites. Just checking and making sure everything is running smoothly. If supplies need to be ordered or anything, they’ll let me know and I’ll get them ordered.”
“Connor is going to be pissed,” Julian replies with a chuckle.
I smile. “Not gonna lie, that’s partly why I’m doing it.”
“What’s the other part?”
“There was a time in my life I was badly injured and it affected my business. It would have helped a lot if someone would have helped me. So, even if he’s pissed, at least he knows someone was looking out for him.”
“He’ll get over it. I know he’s a hothead, but he has a big heart,” Julian says. Someone begins to talk to him in the background. “I have to go. I’ll call you later to keep you posted.” We say our goodbyes and hang up.
Placing my phone on my desk, I thrum my fingers while waiting for Lane to bring Olivia. Licking my lips, I watch the clock and count down the minutes until they’re here. It feels like it’s been an eternity since I’ve seen her. When I receive the notification they’ve entered the gate, I send her a text.
Victor: Come up to my office.
Olivia: Yes, sir.
She replies right away. Olivia probably thinks she’s getting punished, but we’re going to have a discussion about what is going to happen next in our relationship. A few minutes later, her footsteps echo up the stairs, so I lean back in my chair and wait for her. When she enters, she looks at the couch. Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion probably thinking she was coming in here to change. She glances toward me and freezes, not expecting to see me.
“Hello, treasure.”
She swallows. “Hello, Sir.”
I study her face. She looks tired and sad. “Come here.” I crook my finger at her. She hesitates, but walks toward me. When shewalks around my desk, I scoot my chair back and spread my legs. Stepping between them, she bites her lip, unsure what to do next, so I pull her onto my lap and palm the back of her head. I pull her close so her forehead is leaning against mine. “I missed you.”
She closes her eyes and swallows. “I missed you too,” she whispers and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her face into the crook of my neck. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I haul her even closer, as I rub my palm up and down her back.
“Mydolce ragazza.”
“Why do you call me that? Even in Italian, it still means sweet girl.” Her lips brush against my neck and I tell my cock to behave itself.
“The first time it was an accident. I didn’t realize Donovan called you that. When you told me he did, I wanted to turn something you hated into something you loved. The same with calling you Olivia instead of Liv. He’s taken so many things from you. All I want to do is give them back to you.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, then turns her head and kisses my jaw. “Thank you,” she whispers.
Bringing my hand up, I gently wrap my hand around her throat. It’s the first time I’ve ever done this, but it’s time I follow through with pushing her comfort zone, as well as mine. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t stop me.
Increasing the pressure slightly, I pull her forward until my lips brush hers. “You’re mine and from this day forward, I’m going to ingrain that into every cell and nerve of your being.” Her breath rushes over my lips and her eyes dilate as I pull her bottom lip between mine and suck on it. She tastes so sweet.
