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My heart thrums when I hear her say those two words again, but I keep myself still as I watch her walk past me. When she reaches the bed, she turns around to face me, then sits, her eyes focused on only me. I'm the sole thing in her world, and it feels like a gift from a very kinky heaven. She looks so good sitting there that it’s a struggle to wait even for a second. I'd rather drop my pants and impale her as fast as I can, but in this lifestyle that I am sinking myself into, patience is key. So I exhale, and make my way over to a wooden chest resting on the floor next to a pillar.
Inside, I find a wide array of vibrators of all shapes, sizes, and colors. There are wands, roses, hearts, G-spot vibes with hooked ends, and plenty more than can do things my cock never could. But I choose to keep it simple. I grab an electric-powered wand—the original blue and white Magic Wand that has to be plugged in and is nearly as loud as a jet engine—and carry it over to the bed, where I plug it into a wall outlet close to one of thenightstands. I toss the wand onto the mattress next to Olivia, then I finally allow myself to give into my desires by cupping her face in my hands and kissing her hard while standing over her. She has to crane her neck up at an angle for her mouth to reach mine, but our tongues do a mating dance like they've been dancing together for ages. My fingers glide over the back of her neck and climb up the base of her skull until I can grab her hair and pull it backward so that she’s looking up at the ceiling, then I just look at her. I watch her mouth drop open in an exotic, intoxicating expression of lust and desire, and it makes me quiver with need. In my twenty-seven years on this Earth, I've never needed anyone the way I need her.
While still using her hair to hold her in place, I look down at Olivia and speak to her. “You won't have any control tonight. I want you helpless. Completely at my mercy, knowing that I could do whatever I want to you, and that you’ll love whatever I choose. Do everything I say, and don't deviate even a little bit. Now lift your arms.” Olivia does as she is commanded, raising her arms so that I can remove her shirt. I toss it off to the side then drop to my knees to remove her pants. She lifts her ass up just enough for me to get them off, then I throw those too, unconcerned with where they land. Once I have her naked, I speak again. “Now crawl backward onto the bed until you reach the pillows, and lie on your back with your arms and legs outstretched. I want you spread eagle for me.”
Olivia nods. “Yes, Sir.” Then she starts moving exactly how I told her to, using her feet and arms to crawl backward. Once she's lying down, I take off every stitch of my clothing. My cock bobs up and down with each beat of my heart, and I see Olivia eyeing it like she does every time she sees it. I swear my baby girl has an obsession with how thick it is, and I decide that now is the perfect time to give her an up-close view.
With a devious smirk on my lips, I walk to the end of the bed and grab Olivia’s right ankle, then I grip the pink leather strap fastened to the bedpost and secure it to her leg. She’ll only have a few inches of movement, and I fucking love that. I move to her free leg and take its freedom away in a hurry, before doing the same to both of her arms, until all of her limbs are tied to the four bedposts. Once I have her exactly how I want her, I climb onto the bed and straddle her naked chest until my cock is dangling above her face. I place my cock right between her eyes and my balls on her lips until she has no choice but to open up for me.
“That’s right,” I say, looking down at her. “Be the dirty, helpless little slut you are and suck my balls.”
Olivia’s eyes widen at the statement of degradation, and I see her light up like lightning streaking across the night sky.
“Oh fuck. Yes, Sir,” she says before opening her mouth and taking it all in.
My head falls back as Olivia sucks my balls the same way she sucks my cock, moving back and forth and moaning like it brings her pleasure. I even find myself grinding my hips, effectively riding her face while she sucks me before I slide back just enough to shove my fat cock into her mouth.
“Oh god, you feel so fucking good,” I say, looking down at her. “Look at you. You're such a filthy little pig for me, aren't you? You love having that cock in your mouth. Go ahead. Nod your head in agreement, because we both know how disgusting you are for me, don't we?”
Olivia nods and doesn't stop sucking my cock for a second. It’s like she's giving her best effort to show me how true everything I just said is. She is exactly what I want her to be, and she does it gladly. Somehow, Olivia and I have learned how to be exactly what the other needs in order to be their most lewd anddepraved selves. We are each other’s safety net, where anything goes and my obsession grows.
“Goddamn,” I mumble to myself before reaching back and rubbing my fingers over Olivia’s pussy. I check to make sure she's soaking wet for me, and smile with pleasure when I pull back drenched fingers. Instead of wiping her wetness on the bed, I pull my cock out of her mouth and replace it with my fingers just as a drop falls from my fingertip right onto her tongue. She sucks them into her mouth like a starved woman, treating my digits just like my cock, losing her mind to suck them clean. “Fuck, you're such a disgraceful fucking whore, Olivia. You’ll do anything I say, won't you? Because you're a slave beholden to her master. A slave who craves her master’s cock. You're even needy for my fingers. You disgust me, slut, and it makes me so fucking hard for you. Look at the way you suck those fingers into your mouth. Goddamn. I want to fuck that throat of yours. Fuck this.”
As adrenaline and desire mix and combust within me, I jump off the bed and hurry to unfasten Olivia’s restraints. I snatch them all off, then move to the side of the bed and reach for her neck, dragging her to me until her head is nearly dangling off the side while she's on her back. I grab the vibrator and position myself in front of her, my cock as hard as stone and my tip dripping with both precum and Olivia’s drool. I can't get the fucking vibrator on fast enough. It hums to life just before I press it firmly against her clit.
“Now, open your fucking mouth, slut. Open wide.”
Olivia’s lips part, and I can't tell if it’s from her wanting my cock or the vibrator against her clit. Either way, it opens and I fill it. I push myself as far down her throat as she can handle. When she gags, I back off for a second and begin again, stretching her mouth and throat at the same time. Her moans struggle to fit past my girth as I fuck her throat like it’s a pussy and keep the wand perfectly centered on her clit.
“Is that how you like it, Little Miss CEO?” I taunt as I fuck her and press the wand down harder. “Is that it, boss? Is this how you like to have your mouth fucked by your employee? By a man eight years younger than you? You like this young dick, don't you? Fucking gag on my cock, you dirty little whore who gets off on fucking younger men like a slut. Gag on the cock that owns you—the cock that you worship. Gag and make me come down your throat.”
I go into a sadistic frenzy of powerful strokes into Olivia’s mouth like a fucking madman, feeling the tension build from my legs to my cock as an orgasm swims to the surface. Before it can breach and knock the life out of me, Olivia’s legs straighten like she has fallen into a seizure. Her entire body tightens and I see her chest and neck flush red. She can't tell me she's coming because my cock won't let her, but I feel it when she does. An ear-splitting mixture of grunts, groans, and moans fill the playhouse from top to bottom, and the sound is exactly what I need to bring me to the finish line.
“Oh fuck, I'm going to explode down your throat, baby girl. Get ready. Here it fucking comes!” I scream, turning my vocal cords to fire as I come with my cock fully inserted into Olivia’s throat. She gags but doesn't try to get away. She takes it all just like my good little slut, and I double over as my body is destroyed. I lie on top of her as she keeps sucking the cum out of me, and it’s so intense that I can't help it when my teeth clamp down on her inner thigh, only inches from her dripping wet pussy. She lets out a squeak of beautiful agony, and when I back away to stand up, I see deep indentations in her flesh, and a small area where I broke the skin. A tiny pool of blood bubbles to the surface but it isn't enough to trickle down her leg. Still, it’s mesmerizingly beautiful to witness her bleed for me.
I pull my cock out of Olivia’s mouth, finally granting her a reprieve from choking and gagging nonstop as I power off thewand and toss it to the side. As she pulls herself onto the bed, still panting and woozy from being upside down that long, I collapse next to her face down on the sheets. When she stops moving, I have the perfect view of where I bit her, and it sends a new rush of blood to my cock that’s still hard for her.
“You're mine now,” I tell her, breathing hard. “I marked your flesh with my teeth, baby girl. It’s like a brand. It might heal, but it doesn't matter. You're still marked, and you belong to me, Olivia. Do you see it?”
She glances down at the bite mark and nods before lying flat again and closing her eyes, totally spent. “Yes, Sir. I see it.”
“Good,” I say. “Now we both know who you belong to.”
THIRTY-THREE - Olivia
“Iwas going to say that you have a lot of tension in your back, but I can't feel any. Your body is relaxed from your neck to your ass.”
Q lets out a laugh as he presses his thumb into the middle of my back, while his other hand squeezes the spot between my neck and shoulder. He's straddling me while I lie on my stomach, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world while he massages me for aftercare. There are no tears today. No need to cuddle up and wrap my arms around Q’s waist until I'm able to think clearly again. No panic attack. No sub drop. While what we did was certainly enough to cause it, I'm feeling great right now. Q brings both hands to my shoulders and rubs them with just enough tension for it to hurt so very good. When this thing between us started, I told him I needed him to be my relief valve,and he has mastered his role. Hell, that’s an understatement. He has aced the assignment and elevated his role to god status.
The dynamic between us has reached new heights in the past week or so. Q isn't the same man he was when I first saw him during that meeting about the Judge Knight emails. I remember calling him into my office and seeing the confidence wafting off of him, but also recognizing the wall he had up. That wall kept him from really accepting who he was, and all he needed was a little push to break that wall and turn it into dust. Now he wears his darkness like a fine suit, filled with pride as he struts around, daring anyone to challenge him. It looks so good on him that I find myself grinning when I see him. His transformation has been beautiful to watch, and it’s starting to feel like it might actually be complete. He's the man he was always meant to become—dominant, confident, brilliant, caring, loving, passionate, and fearless. All the boxes checked on a list of the perfect man. I'm proud of him, and even happier than I get to benefit from his ascendence.
As for me, nothing has really changed. While Q is looking like a walking picture of perfection, how I feel about what we’re doing hasn't shifted. I still want to be taken seriously in my industry, and run my father's company like the boss he always wanted me to be. Seeing Q evolve doesn't mean I have to. I was the woman I wanted to be before I met him, and at thirty-five years old, I'm not looking to change for anyone, especially a man. He's great, but I'm focused. So I enjoy the massage knowing that we’ll be back at Obsidian tomorrow, doing our final preparations for the East-World Bank proposal. That will be my number one focus, because I refuse to let this opportunity slip by because I'm distracted by infatuation or Q’s ability to dickmatize me. Once I've locked up the EWB account, I will gladly return to my place on my knees in front of him to celebrate, but Iwill notrearrange my priorities.
“Of course I'm relaxed,” I reply. “After what we just did, how could I not be? I have to admit that my throat and mouth are a little sore, though. Too bad you can't massage that.”
He pauses for a second and I know he's smiling. “Yeah, that’s too bad … but I'm not mad about it. I like making you sore. There's something about knowing that the soreness is a reminder of me and what I've done to you. It puts a devilish little smile on my face.”
“I bet it does,” I say with a giggle. “You want me walking around the office thinking about your cock down my throat? That makes you happy?”
