I had turned my head because my neck hurt a little, but if she didn’t want me looking away, then I would snap my neck if it meant keeping my eyes on her.
I settled a little deeper into the bed. “What else do you want, pup?” I was ready to serve her. In any way she wanted or needed, just like before.
Her eyes flicked back to mine, and I had an inkling she had been staring at my completely erect cock that was now laying on my stomach, throbbing every time she fucking breathed.
Her cheeks burned red. “Don’t lie to me.”
I searched her eyes. I would never play that game again if shedidn’t want me to. “I love you,” I said in response, my stomach fluttering at the confession.
Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening, as if she hadn’t expected me to say it. “Say it again,” she whispered, taking another step towards the bed.
“I love you,” I told her, the words far more natural than I ever thought they’d be.
“Again,” she demanded.
“I love you, Olivia Kingsmen. Every single piece of you, broken, whole, or otherwise. I love your blood lust. I love your love for art and dresses. I love the way you talk to me.”
She had taken another step closer. “How do I talk to you?”
My heart skipped, my breathing picking up, my hands tightening around the restraints. Fuck, I just wanted to touch her. “You talk to me as if I matter,” I confessed quietly. “As if I’m important.”
“You are important,” she breathed out, stepping up to the side of the bed. “You’re the most important thing in my life. You’re everything.”
I was a weapon. I was a tool in Malachi’s arsenal. I have always been just a dick with a body attached for as long as I could remember before I became the gun with a body attached.
But Olivia? She saw me just as I saw her. Even when our love was toxic and ‘hate-filled’, she had always seenme.
She glanced down my body and back, finding my eyes again. “How much control do you have?” she asked, causing my excitement to grow.
“As much as you need,” I told her, her pupils blown wide.
She sanded her hands together, chewing the inside of her lip, the anxiety and nervousness clear.
“Baby, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” she said, taking me in again. “I miss you. Just…please.”
I nodded, willing to do whatever it took for her to feel comfortable. Whatever she needed. If this was how it would be for the next ten years, I didn’t care. So long as she got what she needed in order to feel safe, I’d do whatever she wanted.
After a few more seconds, she nodded and made her way to my dresser. She opened the top drawer and pulled a small black bag out before shutting the drawer and making her way to the other side of the bed.
I was curious, but kept my mouth shut. It was a bag I recognized, but by the way she held it, I knew she had emptied it and put something else inside.
She set it on the edge of the bed and, after a few seconds of hesitation, crawled onto it.
It was an effort not to allow my body to react to it. To her getting closer and closer.
From the tension in her muscles and the way she was moving, I knew this was more difficult than she was letting on, but she was still pushing her way through it.
Her eyes found mine for half a second before she slowly, carefully, crawled over my torso, settling on my stomach.
I grit my teeth against the moan crawling its way up my throat when I felt her bare, wet cunt settle on my stomach.
“Everett.”
My eyes found hers again. Shit, I hadn’t realized I looked away. “Sorry, pup.”
There was terror in her eyes as she sat on top of me, her thighs clutching my waist, my cock grazing her ass. We were both breathing hard for entirely different reasons.
