Page 6 of Lucien & Olivia

I reach down and grip her chin, turning her face up. “I’ve loved you since that day in your parents’ hallway, Liv. Maybe I didn’t know how in love I was, but I bought the diamonds in Russia, maybe hoping someday we’d be at a place where I could put them around your neck.”

She swallows, her lashes glittering. “You really know how to play the long game, Lucien.”

She shivers when I kiss the side of her neck. I put the matching diamonds on her wrists and get down on my knees and fasten the delicate anklet. I remember hesitating over buying that item. I’ve always been fucked for every part of Olivia, but there’s something about her slender, arched, delicate feet with painted nails that drives me wild. It took a little bit for me to open up to her just how wild.

“Did you get the other box?” I ask.

She turns, frowning. “I didn’t see it?”

“It’s in the luggage,” I tell her, pointing her towards it. “Go on.”

She obeys, glittering like a star as she crosses the room. She climbs up on the bed and takes a velvet box out and snaps the top open. Her brow lifts, but she can’t contain her blush as her eyes fall on the plug nestled inside.

“Get the lube and come here,” I order.

She bites her lip, but obeys. Her lashes are low, her cheeks are dusky pink. She slides the box on the bar and the lube alongside it. I take the plug from the box and tap her chin. She still gets shy after all this time. I see her hesitate before parting her lips and letting me slide the bulb into her mouth. She sucks the tip experimentally.

“Back of your throat, baby,” I urge.

Her lashes flutter and she lets me push it back until just the head is visible. The exterior portion is a diamond that matches her jewelry tied with a black bow. I flip the engraved charm hanging from the ribbon to reveal my initials, dangling against her red lips. Fuck, she makes a pretty picture.

“Suck,” I tell her.

She obeys, her breasts heaving. I know she’s soaking the panties I gave her. By the time I get to her champagne pussy and spread her open, she’s going to be so fucking good.

“Did you prep?”

She nods, wordless because her mouth is full. I take the plug out and put it into her hand.

“You’ve put plugs in before,” I tell her. “I think you can manage this.”

I take my whiskey and go behind the bar, rinsing my glass. She watches me pour another with a round ball of ice in it. I need to pace myself tonight so I can enjoy every second. When I look up, she’s still biting her full lower lip.

I raise my brow.

“What are you waiting for? Go bend over the bed,” I order.

She backs up, taking the lube and the plug with her. On the other side of the room from the bed is a dark velvet armchair by the fireplace. I sink down into it and cross one ankle over my knee. She takes one look at me and blushes so deeply her cheeks glow.

“Liv, baby,” I say. “Do as you’re told or I will bend you over my knee.”

My voice is ice cold, just the way she likes it. She hurries to obey, setting her things down on the edge of the bed. I settle back and take a sip. She chews on her lip some more, her hands playing with the hem of her dress.

“Pull your skirt up. Panties down,” I tell her. “Bend over so you’re spread.”

She’s squirming, but I know she’s drenched. Slowly, she shimmies her gold dress up and works it over her round ass. She’s in the wine red panties I gave her and she’s got a gold garter around her right thigh. My cock strains against my zipper and I have to adjust to give it somewhere to go.

She has her back to me now. Her fingers delicately peel her panties down to her knees and then she bends over into position. Her ass spreads as her heels arc her lower back. Between her legs, I can make out the soaked entrance of her pussy. She’s bare from laser and when she reaches between her thighs, she uses two fingers to open herself.

Flashing the pink inside of her cunt.

Fuck.

My body tenses and I have to keep myself back. My hands are so tight on the armrest that I hope the wood doesn’t splinter.

“Rub your clit,” I order. “Play with your pretty pussy, baby.”

She moans, letting her upper half sink into the bed. Her red nails and fingertips slide over her slippery sex and find her flushed clit. With her middle finger she goes for the sweet spot on the side that always gets her off. Her legs tense and her pussy clenches.

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