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“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Okay, I’m going to go down to the playhouse, and I want you to wait sixty seconds and then come down. Alright?”
I nod. “Alright.
I watch with an unwavering smile as Olivia gets up and jogs over to the door leading to the basement. She goes down, and I'm left to grin like a madman at how all of this played out. I woke up thinking we were over for good, but I’ll go to bedwith Olivia in my arms tonight. Quite the turn of events, and I couldn't be happier.
After my sixty-second wait is up, I get up and go to the basement door, descending quickly as excitement hurries my steps. When I reach the bottom, I find Olivia kneeling with her hair tied in a ponytail, her hands flat against her thighs, and her body completely naked.
“This is how I want to commit to you, Q,” she says. “I'm yours. One hundred percent. You own me completely. You have all of my trust and my full submission, and not just while we’re down here. I belong to you all the time. From now on, I’m truly yours. Do you accept me?”
I smile so hard I think my cheeks will crack. “Hell fucking yeah, I do.”
Olivia smirks. “Good. Then do whatever you want to do to me. Right now.”
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it by the steps. “With fucking pleasure.”
FORTY-ONE - Quinn
Hurt her. That's my first thought when I see Olivia waiting for me on her knees, begging me to do whatever I want to do. I want to hurt her. I want her to feel physical pain that I know she loves. For everything she put us through. For all of the pain she made me feel. I want to hurt her because I know it will feed my body’s strongest desire as a sadist, as well as hers as a masochist. I want us both wrapped in the bliss of her beautiful pain.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask as my eyes scan the room, searching for the tool that will go hand-in-hand with my need for depravity.
“I belong to you, Sir,” she replies in a breathy voice.
It hasn't been long since I heard it, but that voice does something to me. I can hear her hunger for me in it, and tonight there is something new—like the wall she had between us hasbeen removed. Now she is unfiltered. Clearer. More convicted. More convincing. It’s like I finally can hear the truth from her lips—like she was never actually mine until this moment. Now there is no hiding it.
“I want to hurt you,” I say, still looking around the playhouse and deciding what’s next.
“I want you to hurt me,” she says, and I believe her.
“Do you think you deserve to be hurt?”
“Yes,” she replies honestly.
My eyes find the bed and focus on the bedposts ascending up to heaven. “Why?”
“Because I denied how I felt about you,” she says. “I lied to myself and hurt you in the process. I deserve to feel pain for it. I want to hurt because I hurt you.”
I nod my head, agreeing with her words and the idea forming in my mind. “I couldn't have said it better myself, baby girl. You do deserve to be hurt, and you're about to get your wish.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Olivia keeps herself seated, never turning around to follow me with her eyes. While she's facing the stairs, I grab a chain leash from atop a black dresser. It has a pink collar attached to the end, and I secure it to her neck, making sure to keep it tight. Once it’s in place, I wrap the chain around my fist once and tug it so she knows she's under my control.
“Now be Daddy’s good girl and follow me, little puppy,” I command, then I tug the leash again and start walking toward the bed.
Wordlessly, Olivia turns around and starts crawling on her hands and knees. I keep the pace slow, dragging out the process and grabbing a flogger on our way to the bed. When we reach it, I raise the leash higher and force Olivia to crawl onto the mattress on all-fours while I drop the flogger onto the pillow. Once she's centered on the bed, I begin restraining her limbs to the postsjust like I did before—the day she balked at the idea of belonging to me. Tonight will not end in such misery. Tonight, I will be fucking satisfied.
I tie each limb to the corresponding bedposts, then position myself behind my little slave who is now completely at my disposal. The sight of her is mesmerizing—completely naked and unable to move unless I unfasten a restraint, bent over with her mouthwatering pussy available for me to use how I see fit. Staring down at her, I realize how lucky I am. Fuck. I am a god reigning over my kingdom of kink.
“Tell me your safe words so I know you haven't forgotten them,” I say before I walk back to the head of the bed and lift the flogger off the pillow.
“Red to stop. Yellow to proceed with caution,” Olivia replies, reminding me of our earlier moments together, when all of this was brand new and the complications hadn't been born yet. I smile at the memory, because something tells me that life is about to be much less complicated going forward.
“Good girl,” I say as I squeeze the handle of the flogger. “Make sure you don't forget. You just might have to use those words tonight. Now take a deep breath and let it out loud enough for me to hear it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
