Page 52 of Fixing Olivia (Fairford Affairs)

Thank fucking God they didn’t listen.

When she came, it actually hurt. The muscles in her abdomen seized up so violently she screamed. But pain mixed with bliss was her favorite feeling of all.

Aiden and Jonathan worked together to release her. Once all the straps and cuffs were removed, she was too tired to stand, instead letting her arms flop lifelessly to her sides.

“I’m going to die,” she said, letting herself be as dramatic as she deserved.

Leaning over her, Aiden massaged her shoulders and back, easing some of the tension in her poor, abused muscles. “You’re breathtaking, Liv,” he said, something very like awe in his voice. “Watching you tonight has been one of the best experiences of my life. Do you think you’ll be able to finish the scene? For me?”

Olivia was fairly sure those words would’ve brought her out of a coma. Dredging up reserves of strength she didn’t know she had, she pushed off the table and stood.

“My good girl,” Aiden said, helping her climb up onto the table on her knees, her feet hanging over the edge. “Bend all the way over for me, and stretch your arms forward as far as they can go.”

She did as she was told, hissing at the extreme stretch in her already abused thigh muscles when he pushed her ass down, so her bottom rested on her heels. He bound her to the table like that, one strap across her shoulder blades, the other at the small of her back, cinching the backs of her thighs and calves together. Her wrists went into cuffs, which he chained to the front of the table, tight enough to make her shoulders ache.

Olivia really needed to start doing some yoga.

“You’re perfect,” he said, and she lifted her head in time to see him pick up the final implement: the black leather paddle.

Lowering her forehead to the table, she tried to loosen her muscles. Aiden loved it when she was relaxed for him.

“Thirty-four for my beautiful birthday girl,” he said, running the smooth surface of the paddle against her already sensitive skin.

He took it easy on her for the first thirty, for which she would be eternally grateful. Not only did he spread the strokes around, he also only hit with enough force to leave a mild tingling behind after each impact. It was the warm, wonderful kind of pain that would’ve had her panting if she wasn’t so exhausted.

For the last four, though, he pulled out all the stops. She screamed more from shock than the actual pain as the paddle slammed into the center of her left cheek. When it came down just as hard in the center of her right, her body desperately tried to rock forward to lessen the impact. But there was zero give in the straps tying her down.

The final two came one right after the other, in the exact same spots. All the breath left her lungs with a loudwhoosh, and it took several seconds to remember how to breathe.

“Such a good girl,” Aiden crooned as he rubbed her swollen flesh. “You’ve certainly earned your birthday ass fucking.”

Olivia whimpered. Even as sore and exhausted as she was, hearing him talk about taking her in the ass did something magical to her at her very core.

“But first, something special for you.”

There was the tear of tape—Fucking tape? Really?—and then something hard and smooth was pressed against her clit. A second later, he pressed the tape firmly against her soft, waxed skin, securing what she assumed was a bullet vibrator in place.

No, he wouldn’t do that to her. Not after everything he’d already put her body through.

Oh, but he absolutely fucking did. There was a softclick, and then the tiny bit of silicone started vibrating. It took everything in her not to sob at the sweet agony of it.

He pushed into her slowly, his lubed cock sliding past her tight ring with little resistance. Once he was fully within her, he paused, reaching down to make sure the vibrator was still exactly where he wanted it. “Fly for me, love. One more time.” And then he gave her the ass fucking of a lifetime.

Strapped down as she was, all she could do was moan as he pounded into her, the vibrator forcing her to climb higher and higher, until it was pain instead of pleasure. Every muscle was clenched so tightly, her whole body was vibrating along with the tiny bullet. If she didn’t come soon, her body was literally going to break.

At last, the vibrator pushed her over the edge, and it was the most exquisite pain she’d ever felt in her life. Rather than waves crashing over her, it was like being bashed against the shore. “Please make it stop!” She screamed it, her voice raw with desperation.

Aiden pulled out completely, ripping the tape away a moment later. Relief flowed through every single cell in her body, wrenching a single sob from her throat. Before she could even begin to recover, Aiden’s hot come was landing on her back and the top of her ass.

A sense of profound peace settled over Olivia. It felt like he was branding her, not wanting anyone to forget who she belonged to. “Thank you,” she muttered, so quietly she doubted anyone heard her. “Thank you, Sir.”

There was a whirlwind of movement after that, and Olivia was far too tired to pay attention to any of it. All she knew was she wasn’t strapped down to the table anymore, and Aiden had carried her over to a couch against one of the dungeon walls. She was fairly certain someone had wiped her clean, but she didn’t care enough to reach around and check.

It was a while before she had the strength to open her eyes again. She may have even fallen asleep for a while, though if she had, the others didn’t seem to mind.

Olivia found herself sideways in Aiden’s lap, his arms holding her tight against him, her head nestled into the crook of his neck. Camden sat beside them, her feet on his lap. As soon as she stirred, he began giving her a heavenly foot massage. The other three were arranged around them in folding chairs; they must’ve brought them down earlier in the day, for she’d never seen them in the dungeon before.

“You were perfect,” Aiden said, filling her with joy.

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