Civil Savage

by Katherine Anderson

  “I suppose I’m Olivia Jane.”

  “Good girl.” He sets his glass down and steps around the island, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. His mouth comes down on mine, knocking the wind out of me. All I can feel are his lips on mine and the thumping of his heart through his shirt. The smell of him makes my head swim and my knees go weak; I lean against him for support until he pulls away.

  “So, you said you were hungry,” he breathes. He unwraps his arms from around my waist and takes a step back. “I’ve got a little bit of everything. I wasn’t sure what you’d eat.” If he kisses me like that again, I won’t need to eat; I’ll have a hunger for something much more primal.

  He reaches in the cabinet and pulls out two plates, passing me one. He fixes his plate and steps aside so I can fix mine. I grab some fruit and a pancake and a few strips of bacon, trying to be ladylike. I follow him into the dining room and take a seat beside him.

  He takes a bite of his pancake and sets his fork down, staring at me.

  “Olivia, I feel the need to apologize.”

  I almost choke on the bacon I’ve shoved in my mouth.

  “Apologize?” I squeak out, washing the mouthful of bacon down with a sip of orange juice.

  “I took it too far the last time you were here. I… I should’ve left my belt on. I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d react that way. I had it in my head that you were a submissive, and you’d be into it.”

  “I didn’t know I wasn’t into it until you took off your belt, and by then it was too late. I’m sorry I bolted, and that I didn’t answer your calls. I’ve never had a Dom before, and everything was so overwhelming,” I babble, staring down at my feet.

  “If you want me to be your Dom, I will, but you need to know something first.”

  “What’s that?”

  “If I’m your Dom, you need to know that you hold all the power. The submissive is the one in charge, not me. If you don’t like something I’m doing, you have the power to change it, to stop it. You hold all the cards, Olivia, not me.” He reaches his hand across the table and takes mine. “You’re the one in charge, at all times.”

  “I’m the one in charge,” I repeat, holding his gaze.

  “Good girl. Now, come here.” He tugs on my hand and pulls me into his lap.

  I moan as his lips meet my neck, his arms wrapping around me to hold me in place. His scruff scrapes along tender skin as he nips his way across my throat. I tangle my fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling his face up to mine.

  “Kiss me.”

  “As you wish,” he says, his mouth crushing against mine. His lips are warm, and he tastes sweet as he snakes his tongue inside my mouth. He drags it along my cheek and the ridges of my teeth, pulling back swiftly. I shift in his lap to face him and feel his hardness through his jeans. He growls as I reach down to stroke him through the fabric, pulling back his head to look me in the eye.

  “If you’re gonna start that, I’m going to have you here and now, Olivia Jane. Don’t start something you don’t want to finish.”

  “Who said I don’t want to finish?” I palm him. He growls again, shutting his eyes and tipping his head back as my fingers find his zipper. I pull the tab and I can feel his cock throb as I reach inside to free it. I run my fingers over the tip, smearing the pre-come across it, and he moans low in his throat.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game, Olivia.”

  “I know what I’m doing.” I let go of him and stand up, pushing the plates away from the edge of the table. I lay across it and pull my skirt up to reveal my lacy panties, wiggling my ass. “Tyler? Take off your belt.”

  He stands up behind me and runs his hands over the curve of my ass, kneading his fingers into the smooth flesh. “Are you sure this is what you want, Olivia?” His voice is low and rumbly as he bends over me, his lips millimeters from my ear. I can feel his cock press against me as he leans over, his breath hot on my skin.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Don’t call me sir, Olivia Jane,” he grumbles. He stands back up and runs his palm over the flat of my ass once again. The next thing I hear is him undoing his belt and sliding it through the loops of his pants. He sets the belt on the table next to me.

  “I want to hear you say it, Olivia. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

  I take a deep breath and turn my head to look up at him, biting my lip. “I want you to spank me, Tyler.”

  “Good girl.”

  Rrrrrip. Tyler tears my panties at the seam and lets them fall to the floor. He picks them up and tucks them in his pocket. He bends low, his voice echoing in my ear. “These are mine now. Stay still, Olivia. Stay very still.”

  Chapter 16

  Zwack! The belt comes down on my ass and I shudder, moaning out loud. Immediately, my skin grows warm where he strikes me. He rubs his palm over my flesh, soothing it.

  “Do you want another, Olivia?” His voice is calm, but his breathing is ragged.

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. Brace yourself.” He rears back and brings the belt back across my ass. I jump, my ass jiggling, and he reaches out to steady it.

  Zwack, zwack! He spanks me again and again until I can’t take it anymore. Tears well up in my eyes as his last strike lands with a deafening crack. He rubs his palms over my cheeks, kneading the burning flesh with his fingertips.

  “You’re such a good girl, Olivia. You took your spanking like a champ. Does it hurt?”

  I shake my head, a tear rolling down my cheek. He reaches for my hand and pulls me up, spinning me to face him.

  “There’s no need to cry, Olivia, you did such a good job,” he coos, kissing my cheek. I move and our mouths collide, snaking my tongue inside his. He pulls me close and tugs my hair out of the bun, letting my curls tumble down my back. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing me again.

  I reach down and stroke his cock, feeling it throb between my fingers. I pump his cock, and he moans, his eyes shut, head tipped back. I kiss the hollow of his neck and nip at his collarbone as he slides his shirt off, eyes still closed.

  “I want you. I want you inside me,” I breathe in his ear. His eyes shoot open, and he looks at me, questions in his eyes.

  “Right here, right now?”

  “Yes.”

  I turn and lay across the table, pulling my skirt back up over my hips.

  “No,” Tyler says, pulling me up. He drops his pants and his cock hangs free, bobbing between us. He backs me up against the wall and pushes my skirt up, cupping me with his palm. He sinks a finger inside my slit and withdraws, rubbing my wetness across my clit.

  “This is your last chance to back out, Olivia Jane,” he warns. He looks me dead in the eye, and I bring my face up to meet his gaze.

  “I’m not backing out. Fuck me, Tyler.”

  “Yes ma’am,” he growls. He brings up my leg and hooks it behind him as he positions his cock. “Are you ready?”

  “Yes.”

  He pushes into me, and the whole world disappears.

  Tyler fucks me against the wall, the steady thudding keeping time as he moves. My pussy contracts around him, milking his cock as he thrusts. His free hand works its way between us, strumming my clit.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, biting my lip to keep from sinking my teeth into his shoulder. I dig my nails into his back, and he groans, thrusting faster.

  “Kiss my ear,” he commands. I bring my mouth up his throat to his lobe, taking it between my lips. I nibble on it, running my tongue along the shell of his ear. He groans and thrusts faster, slamming me into the wall. He pulls my other leg up and locks it behind him, holding me in place against the wall with his hands on my thighs.

  “I want you to come, Olivia. Come for me, be a good girl,” he grunts.

  “Yeah,” I whine, lost in the sensation. He buries his head in my neck and clamps down, making me cry out. My skin sings where his teeth bite into me, my entire body growing warm. A familiar pull starts in my belly, my muscles
contracting.

  “Are you gonna come?”

  “Mhmm,” I mumble, trying to hold on another moment.

  “That’s not a yes or a no, Olivia. Are you. Going. To come?” His voice rumbles in my ear like a festering storm. I try to hold on as long as I can.

  “Yes.”

  “What’s that? I can’t hear you…”

  “Yes!”

  “Good girl, come for me. Please, baby girl, come for me,” he begs. His thrusts stop as he slams me against the wall one last time. I shut my eyes as my orgasm explodes within me, creating supernovas behind my eyelids.

  “Oh, yes,” he moans, shooting off inside of me. I feel his cock twitch as he explodes, his head crashing against my shoulder. My legs unlock from around his waist, but he holds me pinned to the wall until his arms give out. He pulls back, wiping the sweat from his brow and looks at me. There’s a new fire behind his eyes as he captures my lips in a searing kiss.

  “You’re such a good girl, Olivia. That was definitely worth the wait.”

  “I’m glad to hear that,” I say softly. I push my dress down my thighs, smoothing it out demurely as I watch him move about the kitchen. He grabs a paper towel and hands it to me so I can wipe his come off my leg. He wipes himself and steps into his jeans, pulling them up but leaving them unzipped. He grabs our plates from the table and drops them in the sink, coming around the table to stand in front of me.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come, Olivia. I want to see you come again.”

  He takes me by the hand and drags me upstairs.

  Hours later, we emerge from his bedroom pink and breathless. My dress is wrinkled, and his t-shirt is crooked, but neither of us seem to care. I call an Uber as he cleans up the remnants of brunch.

  The app says fifteen minutes until the car arrives. I step into the kitchen to help Tyler clean, but he brushes me off with a wave of his hand.

  “I got this. C’mere, give me another kiss,” he purrs, beckoning me forward. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me close as our lips meet. His mouth is sinfully sweet, and I can taste myself on his tongue. He pulls back and looks me in the eye, a careless grin spreading across his face. “Was that the best brunch you’ve ever had, or what?”

  “Oh, definitely. Can we do it again next weekend at my place?”

  “Next weekend? No.” My face falls, and he pulls me closer, burying his face in my shoulder as he kisses his way up my neck. “What are you doing Tuesday night?”

  “Nothing, why?” I bite my lip to keep from moaning as he nibbles on my ear.

  “You’re coming over and we’re doing that again.” He lets go of me as a car pulls up out front. He peeks his head around the corner and looks out the window. “Your chariot, Cinderella. You don’t want it to turn back into a pumpkin.”

  He walks me to the door and swats my ass. As I get in the car he calls out, “Text me when you get home.”

  I grin and call back, “Yes, sir.”

  I can practically feel his eyes roll as he says, “Don’t call me sir. See you Tuesday night.”

  The car pulls away from Tyler’s house and I watch as he disappears from view. Soon, we’re on the road and the same houses and fields pass me by for the umpteenth time. I close my eyes and lean back in the seat, replaying the events of the day. I’ll have to buy new panties, but it’s a small price to pay.

  The car pulls up alongside my house and I get out, rating and tipping the driver. I hobble up the sidewalk to the door, stick my key in the lock and make it inside.

  Made it home. I manage to type out as I collapse on the couch.

  Good girl. See you Tuesday. Don’t touch yourself until then.

  I might not be able to resist. See you Tuesday. I type out, dropping my phone onto the table. A few minutes later, it pings. It’s Samantha, checking in on me.

  Olivia, where have you been ALL. DAY?

  I’m fine, Sam. I’ll tell you in the morning.

  Olivia, it’s severn o’clock. Don’t tell me you’re going to bed already.

  It’s been a big day, I’ll tell you tomorrow.

  I silence my phone and set it on the table. I curl up on the couch, and within moments, I’m asleep.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  Are you being a good girl? My phone vibrates in the middle of a meeting with Mr. Culpepper and the rest of the department heads. I ignore it, and it vibrates again. I’m thinking about you, Olivia Jane.

  “Miss Miller, are you with us?” Mr. Culpepper calls out from the head of the table. I look up and blush like a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

  “Yes, Mr. Culpepper. Sorry.”

  “Don’t let it happen again. Now, back to your quarterly reports…” Mr. Culpepper drones on, turning back to the spreadsheet on the screen.

  I’m being a very good girl.

  That’s what I want to hear. See you soon, baby girl. Wear those panties I like.

  I already am.

  Thirty minutes later, Mr. Culpepper wraps the meeting. The rest of the department heads mill around, chatting about reports and weekend plans, and I make a beeline for the exit. I take two steps outside the conference room and Samantha stops me.

  “Are you going somewhere?”

  “Yes, Sam. I’m sorry, I can’t say more, I’m late.” I step around her and rush for the elevators. She stands there looking at me like I’ve grown a second head as the doors close. The elevator rushes downward, and I count the moments until I’m free. One Mississippi, two Mississippi… Ding!

  I step out of the elevators and half-run, half-walk to the doors. I jog through the parking lot and find Tyler in his truck, the windows rolled down. I reach up and open the door, scaring him.

  “Christ, Olivia Jane! Warn a man before you sneak up on him like that.” He leans over and gives me a kiss. “Get in.”

  I walk around the front of the truck and hop in. He turns to me and pulls a box out of his pocket. I stare at him, then at it, unable to speak. He starts to get on one knee, but gets stuck and sits back in his seat.

  “What, what is that?”

  “What’s it look like?”

  “Are you… Are you gonna?”

  “Olivia Jane Miller, I can’t live another day without you by my side. You’re the best part of waking up. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing before I fall asleep. You are my every waking thought. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. What do you say? Will you marry me?” He pops the box open and shows me the ring. All the breath leaves my body, and I can’t find my words. I nod, and he shakes his head, laughing at me.

  “That’s not a yes or a no, Olivia Jane.”

  “Yes! Yes, Tyler!” I hold out my hand and he slips the ring onto my finger. I crawl into his lap and kiss his face all over.

  He pulls back and laughs. “I didn’t think you’d be this happy, Olivia. I don’t even need this.” He pulls out the remote to the vibrating panties and waves it in my face.

  “Who said we don’t need it?” I grab his hand and put it over my pussy, letting him feel the panties beneath my skirt. I crawl back into my seat and recline it, pulling my skirt up. “We’ve still got twenty minutes.” I look up at him, pouting for effect.

  “There’s my baby girl,” he growls, turning on the remote. The sound of the panties buzzing fills the cab of the truck as he rolls up the windows. “Have you been a good girl Olivia Jane?”

  “Yes.” He turns the panties up a notch, and I groan. He runs his hand over me, pushing the vibrating bullet into my clit.

  “Have you done everything I’ve asked you to?”

  “Yes.” He turns them up again, and I squirm in the seat.

  “Good. One last question.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Who loves you, Olivia?”

  “You do.”

  “There’s my good girl.” He turns the panties up as high as they’ll go; in moments I’m a puddle. Galaxies explode behind my eyes a
s I grip his thigh. He lets me come back to Earth slowly, covering me with kisses.

  “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but we’ve got to get back to work, Olivia,” he coos. I smooth down my skirt and pull the chair back up.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. The head of security can’t be caught slacking off. Go on, go back inside, and I’ll bring you some food.” He leans over and kisses me quickly before I slide out of the truck.

  I make my way back inside where Samantha is waiting for me. She takes one look at the sparkler on my finger and bursts out into tears.

  “I told you you weren’t gonna be able to get rid of him! Tell me everything!” She grabs my arm and hauls me in the elevator, and I fill her in on everything. By the time we reach our floor, we’re both in tears.

  “You’re going to be Mrs. Tyler Ames!” Samantha gushes, dragging me out of the elevator.

  “No, even better. I’m going to be Mrs. Olivia Ames.”

  “Oh, Olivia, I’m so happy for you!” She walks me to my office and pulls me into a bear hug. We part and I get to work. By the time I’m logged in, there’s a message on my screen.

  I love you, Olivia Miller.

  I love you too, Tyler Ames.

  The End.

  About the Author

  Katherine Anderson is the author of the Devlin’s Books series of full-length novels. Civil Savage is her first novella.. She spends her days working for a niche marketing company in Colorado Springs, Colorado. Her nights are devoted to reading and writing contemporary romance & erotic fiction, and watching trashy tv in her pajamas. Katherine is a Diet Coke fiend; the way to her heart is with a 12-pack and a good book.

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