She meets my lips with enthusiasm and no fear. It surprises me since my hand is still wrapped around her throat. When I pull away, she whimpers. “Shhhh,” I whisper. “You’re doing so good, treasure.” I drag my hand down between her breasts andshe arches into my touch. There’s no talking my cock down. When she arches, she grazes it and her face flushes, but she doesn’t shy away.
I kiss her one more time, keeping my hand between her breasts. She squirms in my lap, wanting more, but not knowing how to ask for it. Probably not knowing if she should. She rubs her palm against my jaw, reminding me I love how much she loves my beard. I pull away from her lips one more time.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized of rubbing my beard on your thighs?” I whisper. A whine leaves her throat and I smirk. “Have you fantasized about that, treasure?”
Olivia swallows before nodding once. She looks away and my jaw clenches as anger settles in my gut for making her feel ashamed or embarrassed. It’s my job as her Dom to help chase her demons away, but I haven’t done that. I bring her gaze back to mine.
“I’m sorry, treasure. You were right last weekend. I haven’t tried, and it’s not because I don’t want you.” Her breathing increases, but at least she’s looking at me again. “Every Sunday after you leave, the first thing I do is fuck my hand with thoughts of you.” She gasps, but not from disgust or fear. Her neck and face are becoming flushed with desire. Grabbing her hand and slowly bringing it between us, I groan when her hand touches me. “This is because of you and how I feel about you.”
Olivia swallows and closes her eyes. I watch her closely. She doesn’t move away, but she’s struggling with something. “I had a night terror last night,” she says. When she opens her eyes, she doesn’t remove her hand. Instead, she grips me and I grunt, but don’t do anything other than focus on her.
“What was it about?” I ask her, my voice coming out husky.
“It was a memory. He came into my room and had me tied up.” Grinding my teeth so hard I’m surprised they aren’t dust. “He always had to make me immobile because deep down heknew I’d fight him. Sometimes he’d blindfold me. Sometimes he wouldn’t. This time, he didn’t. He was naked and forced me to look at him and said ‘do you see what you do to me?’”
I almost push her hand off me because isn’t that what I just did to her? Like she senses it, she begins to move her hand and I moan. “Olivia,” I warn.
“Didn’t you just say you wanted to give me back the things he took for me?” she asks. “Are there exceptions to that?”
She continues to stroke me and the chances of me coming in my pants like an adolescent boy are high if she keeps doing this.
“No.”
Bringing my hand to her waist, I push her T-shirt out of the way, touching her bare skin. I have touched her, but have limited myself to certain areas. Seeing now how idiotic I’ve been, I lean forward and capture her lips again, kissing her hard and allowing myself to explore her. My thumb grazes the underside of her breast as my tongue strokes hers.
She arches into me as her stroke becomes firmer and faster, making my balls draw up and pressure build in my lower back.I am going to come in my pants like an adolescent boy.Breaking the kiss, I graze my lips over her jaw and up to her ear. I nip on her earlobe just as I rub my thumb over her nipple. She moans and tilts her head to give me better access and I take advantage of it devouring her neck.
I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her so she’s sitting on the edge of my desk. She’s wearing jeans with her T-shirt. Olivia used to never wear jeans, but look at her now. Gripping the edges of her shirt, I say, “I’m going to take your shirt off.” She raises her arms and my lips curve into a smile.
After I lift her shirt off, I lean back to take her in. She’s wearing a black lacy bra, something I bought for her a while ago. Although I’ve seen her in it, this time I allow myself to enjoy looking at her. “You are so beautiful, treasure.” I rest my palmon her stomach and slowly run my fingers along the edge of the waist of her jeans. Is she wearing the black lacy panties that match?
“Thank you, Sir.”
Her chest moves quickly as I slowly move my hand up her stomach and cup her breast, rubbing my thumb around her pebbled nipple.Fuck, she feels good in the palm of my hand.
“So fucking perfect.”
I lean down slowly, keeping my eyes on hers so she knows my intent, but she doesn’t stop me. Cupping her breast with my hand, I circle my tongue around her covered nipple. She cries out and throws her head back. I do it again, but this time nip at it slightly.
“Oh, god.”
I smile, remembering that first day we went horseback riding and her being afraid to make any noise. Everything in me wants to continue. My aching cock especially wants to continue, but we have to talk first. So, I force myself to stand. She slowly opens her eyes and gazes up at me with a needy look. When she realizes I’m not going to continue, she actually sticks her lip out and pouts. I smirk and shake my head.
“Let’s have a conversation first.”
Chapter forty-two
Olivia
This was not how I was expecting today to go. I kind of thought Victor might end our relationship or we’d have another argument, and he’d punish me. I wasn’t expecting him to touch me the way he did or allow me to touch him in return. As I walk around to the other side of his desk pulling my shirt back on, I try not to pout that he stopped for us to have a conversation.
As I sit down, I watch as he adjusts himself. I pull my lip between my teeth and unsuccessfully trying to hide my smile. He gives me a knowing look and shakes his head. Victor opens a drawer in his desk and pulls out a familiar folder, looking between it and me, an idea forming behind his green eyes.
“Come back over here, treasure.” Excitement stirs in my stomach, wondering what he’s planning. I stand and walk back over to him. “I wish I had laid out an outfit for you,” hemurmurs. Stopping at the edge of his desk, I run my finger along the edge.
“I could go put one on, Sir,” I say. This feels like a pivotal moment in our relationship as I look at him under my eyelashes.
He leans back in his chair and studies me for a moment. “Okay.” My heart begins to beat so hard I’m sure he can see the pulse in my neck. “There’s a light blue teddy that I’ve been saving for the perfect moment. Put that on. No panties.”
