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Olivia breathes in deeply with her head raised, then blows it out. The moment I know her lungs are empty, I flick my wrist and watch the tails of the flogger crash against her skin like rough waves wrecking a beach. She yelps like a good little whore and it makes my cock throb with desire.
“I like that,” I tell her. “I like when you yelp for me. I like when you hurt for me, baby. Do it again.” With a grunt, I flick my wrist a second time and the flogger splashes across her flesh a second time. She chirps again and I have to bite my lip. It’s music to my fucking ears. Nothing has ever been more perfect.
I let loose on Olivia, working myself into a sweat as I flog her like a prisoner being punished. The skin on her ass turns gorgeous shades of red and pink, and all I want is to drop my pants and push myself inside of that pussy that I already know is wet beyond my wildest dreams. But I'm not done just yet. An idea pops into my mind and I have to act on it.
“Don't move,” I command, as if she has a choice while restrained. “I’ll be right back.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, her voice trembling.
I leave Olivia in place while I run up the stairs, my heart hammering as I enter her kitchen with sweat on my brow. I'm about to do something insane. Something I've never done before. Something that might force Olivia to use those safe words. I know it’s a risk, but she wanted to seal the deal on our reunion, and this is how I want to do it. Fully giving in to my darkness, I grab a knife from the butcher’s block on the kitchen counter. I've never done anything like this before, but that doesn't stop me. What I'm feeling is brand new, so it’s time to experience something new, too.
When I return to Olivia, I place my hand on top of her beautifully marred ass and inch myself closer to her, knife in one hand while I push my pants down with the other.
“When I said not to move,” I say. “I meant it. Even now. Don't move. I'm going to run the blade of this knife over your skin, and if you move it might cut you. Not that I would be bothered by that at all. But when I cut you, I want it to be intentional. So, don't move.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says weakly, then she tenses and adds, “Yellow.”
I lick my lips as a flood of nervousness spews into my veins. I want this, but Ido notwant to make her so uncomfortable that she asks me to stop. So I debate with myself for a moment. Should I drop the entire idea? Or do I force my submissive to push herself into a new realm? This is what BDSM is all about,right? Learning our limits? Pushing our boundaries with one another? If she wanted me to stop, she would've said red instead of yellow. So I know she's willing to test the waters with me. I'm going to test us both, and I’ll be ready for the moment she says red. I won't hesitate even for a second when it’s time, but for now, I choose to carefully move forward.
Gently, I place the knife’s edge on Olivia’s soft skin, then I grab the end of my cock and slowly push it inside of her soaked pussy. The warmth envelopes me and I have to close my eyes for a second from how good it feels. I shake my head, completely shocked by how someone else can make me feel like this. It’s intoxicating and enough to make me an addict of the sensation. I need air, I need water, and Ineedher pussy.
“Fuck,” is all I manage to whisper as I slowly begin fucking Olivia with the knife resting against her skin. I stroke slowly at first so that I don't push her body forward and cut her unintentionally, but the feeling becomes overwhelming eventually and I find myself speeding up. I keep my eyes trained on the knife and slowly drag it across her skin, but not enough to slice through, and I keep fucking her with my eyes on the blade, hoping she doesn't say her safe word. As I pick up the intensity, her body starts to bounce, threatening to cut itself on the knife unless I ease up on the pressure, but I can feel the rush of an orgasm barreling forward and I don't want to stop it. Just seeing the shining blade against her skin has me ready to combust.
“Fuck, I'm getting close,” I announce, as I continue thrusting hard.
Olivia’s breathing picks up, then she pounds the final nail in my coffin.
“Cut me,” she says.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Cut me,” she repeats. “Please, Sir. I want to feel the pain.”
“Oh my god,” I say as I realize what’s happening. She's pushing through her own boundaries and is ready for me. My fucking god … this woman. I press down on the blade and watch as a tiny trickle of blood oozes from a thin wound on Olivia’s ass.
“Fuck!” she screams, then her arms and legs stiffen like they've been stricken with rigor mortis. “I'm coming, Sir!”
Her announcement is all I need to be tossed over the edge. My orgasm sends my soul skyrocketing into orbit as Olivia and I come at the exact same time, both of us shaking and trembling as the blood streaks down her ass and drips onto the bed. Stars are born in my vision and die in seconds as I squeeze my eyes shut, my very existence is completely overtaken by the beautiful agony of our reunion.
FORTY-TWO - Quinn
Olivia lays on me, perfectly nestled in that sweet spot that’s half on my side and half on top of me with her arm resting on my chest. Her head is tucked under my chin, giving me the best position to inhale her sweet scent with every breath as she rubs my chest with her middle finger. All I hear is the sound of her breathing and my heartbeat. Both of us are completely naked, but there are no inhibitions or fears of judgment in this basement with us. Nothing matters but the fact that we are together. We’ve returned to where I realize we’re supposed to be—in each other’s arms.
When she ended it before, I knew that I didn't want it to be over, but I didn't realize how much I still wanted her. I tried to do the thing everyone does when they get dumped—have a glow up and move on. I planned on going back to the gym and getting my weight up while cutting some fat. I tried to think of waysto make more money, which took me down some dark roads considering the things I'm capable of. I've never been one to shy away from a little illegal activity, and I was especially down for it if it meant I got to drive into work in a new car, with a tight and toned body and a few extra commas in my bank account to flaunt however I saw fit. I was ready for that life because I had no other options, and I knew my boys would be there to support me. Marcus and Rob would be in my corner, rooting me on as I had my glow up and put it all on social media, hoping Olivia would see it, and never accepting that I did it all for her. I was ready, but as I lie here with her now, I know for a fact that a glow up would've been the worst thing in the world for me, because it would've been superficial. It would've been fake.
Olivia is the glow up.
There is no bigger flex than having her lying on my chest, skin to skin, our hearts beating in sync, knowing that I'm with the woman I want most in the world. Social media won't get to see this, and that’s how I know it’s real, because what is known doesn't have to be said. I don't need to let the world into our lives to show off. Every time we pop out together and people see us in real life, they’ll know we’re the real deal. We don't need likes when we have our love.
“What are you thinking about?” Olivia asks, nearly whispering even though we’re alone.
A smile teases my lips. “Everything and nothing all at the same time.”
She giggles. “What does that mean?”
“I'm not sure I even know. My mind is all over the place. Thoughts of how you and I first began keep repeating. I see the moment you called me into your office to help you with the breaches, knowing you could trust me to get it done for you. I see our first time having sex in your office, the first time youdropped to your knees for me … in your office. Damn, you really liked to fuck in your office, didn't you?”
Both of us start laughing as we embrace our beginning for all its beauty and adventure.
