Over dinner our effortless flow of conversation returns, and I even manage to make her giggle. It’s getting easier to share memories of my early childhood with her. I recognize that I’ve been keeping her at arm’s length emotionally, while being desperate to hold on to her physically. But I don’t know what it’s going to take for me to reveal the darkest parts of my soul.
Olivia appears to be in no hurry to leave and I’m in no hurry to let her go. Accepting her third glass of wine, she doesn’t so much as take a sip. Her gaze meets mine and we both know there’s no fucking way she’s leaving tonight.
“Stay with me.” I’m not sure if it’s a request or command. Either way I get the desired response.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
The distance between us evaporates as long swift strides carry me to her.
“I’ve been craving you all fucking day. There is no way I can go a minute longer without the taste of your sweet pussy on my tongue.”
My sunshine doesn’t hesitate to drop to her knees. The act gives me a rush of adrenaline causing my cock to swell painfully. She’s so unbelievably sexy, platinum blonde hair cascades down her shoulders and mischievous blue eyes stare up at me. Eyes that are silently begging to taste me but secretly wanting to be told what to do. That makes the dominant in me jump for fucking joy. I’ve never wanted the commitment of a girlfriend or a collared submissive. Olivia has me considering the possibilities of both.
“Can you wait a little longer?”
Olivia’s voice has an edge of seduction that’s new. She’s becoming more confident in her sexuality.
“Free my cock, Olivia.” Her pupils dilate and I continue. “I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to swallow my cock. Do you understand?”
The command gives us what we both crave, it gives me dominance over Olivia’s body, and Olivia gets the freedom she needs to submit.
She nods her head and the deep sigh I love to hear escapes. Nibble fingers race to free my cock. In her eagerness or impatient to get my jeans down, Olivia’s nails dig into my thighs. The pain causes an unexpected reaction. There is no possible way I could get harder, but I do.
“Show me how badly you want me.” I groan.
The mischievous smile I saw in her eye earlier returns. Olivia’s lips wrap around my shaft before drawing me into her mouth. When I hit the back of her throat, I expect her to gag, but she just sucks me in deeper. It feels absofuckinglutely amazing when she sucks and swirls her tongue around my cock at the same time.
Fuck.
The word climbing up my throat escapes as a growl, causing me the throw my head back. I fight against shooting my load down Olivia’s throat. She sucks harder and faster, silently telling me that she has plans of her own for my release. She wants it as much as I do, but not like this. It takes everything in me to tell her to stop. And when she pulls back, the pain of losing her touch is palpable.
Standing, Olivia begins to undress. Peeling away layers of clothing until she’s naked before me.
“Please don’t wait a minute longer to taste me.”
This woman tantalizes me in the most deliciously wicked ways. I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone else.
“Be greedy with me Dorian. Devour me”
Best fucking invitation I’ve ever received.
“I intend to.”
Lifting Olivia up into my arms, I carry her upstairs to my bedroom.
Olivia and I finally roll out of bed just before noon on Sunday. We shower together before heading out to the beach for a picnic lunch with Oma and Opa.
“I have a few things for you.” Olivia’s inquisitive brow shoots up and I chuckle. “In the two top drawers.
She takes her time pulling open the drawers and reviewing the contents. Everything she needs for a weekend at the beach is there.
“This is a bit sexier than what I usually wear.” Olivia points out, holding up a matching bra and thong set.
Her underwear is pretty and practical, but I want to see her in something sinfully sexy.
“For my eyes only.”
“And this?” She questions.
I didn’t make the same fashion choice with her bikinis. She laughs when I don’t respond.
“Is something amusing you, Sunshine?”
She steps into the bikini bottom before giving me her back to tie the strings on her top.
“You amuse me.”
Wrapping my arms around Olivia’s waist, I pull her to me, her back press to my front. She trembles in my arms when I kiss the back of her neck. My lips brush her skin, smiling at her reaction to my touch. I force myself to step back, when her hips begin to grind against my cock.
“We’re already late.” I remind her.
She spins around to face me, closing the distance I put between us.
“One kiss and we can go.” She bargains.
Olivia rise on her tiptoes and I lower my head to meet her lips. There’s beauty in the chaos our passion unleashes. A frenzy of emotions assaults my senses all at once. And the last thing I want is to let her go. I lift Olivia off her feet, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Holding her tight, the kiss deepens. I moan against her lips and she smiles.
“I wish we could stay in bed all day.” Kiss swollen lips brush mine, whispers seductively.
Olivia unwrap her legs from around my waist. When she’s standing firmly on her own feet, I release her. She finishes dressing in a pair of denim shorts and a graphic T-shirt.
We exit the house by way of the deck, the quickest way to reach the beach. Leisurely, we stroll barefoot along the edge where the sand and the ocean meet. Olivia and I have walked this beach numerous times in the last few weeks, but this is the first time it feels truly intimate. When we reach Oma and Opa, I release her hand to greet them. They embrace Olivia like she’s a member of the family. I’ve gotten use to not being surrounded by family. But the thought of Olivia being a part of it terrifies and thrills me equally.
Oma pulls me down onto the picnic blanket next her and whispers one word in German to me.
“Unrenkel.” Great grandchildren.
She is already a great grandmother; my father wasn’t an only child. He is survived by two brothers and a sister. They all live throughout Europe, making Germany, France and England their homes. My father chose to make America his. Unfortunately, the distance between us grew when he died, not just geographically, but emotionally. I severed ties with them after my emancipation, a decision I made in anger, born out of distrust and betrayal. Thankfully, Oma and Opa never allowed me to push them away. So, when she tells me she wants great grandchildren, she’s telling me she wants my father’s legacy to continue. Sitting here with Olivia and my grandparents, I can’t help but dream of a future filled with possibilities.
“Someday,” I reply, hoping the word conveys as much hope as I feel.
Oma kisses my cheek and pours me a glass of lemonade.
“Stop fussing over him,” Opa chastises.
Unflinching, Oma pours a second glass of lemonade and gives it to Opa. When he reaches for it, she leans in, giving him a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Better?” She asks, as if consoling a hurt child.
The smile they share shows how deeply in love they still are after more than fifty years of marriage.
Oma serves lunch, four individually wrapped plates with chicken club sandwiches, potato chips and a crispy dill pickle. And for dessert, Baumkuchenspitzen, a German pastry which resemble tree rings when sliced. She has cut it in bite size bars dipped in chocolate, which she only makes on special occasions.
The weekend comes to an end much too soon, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad about it. It’s the best fucking weekend I’ve had in a very long time.
Chapter 18
Olivia
TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT Dorian is taking me to the Asylum and I’m counting down the hours until we get there. Never in my wildest dream would I have imagined date night at a BDSM club. Everything I’ve read a
bout membership at the Asylum and everything Dorian has told me has only made me more curious. I can’t deny that certain aspects of my sexuality have only emerged since meeting Dorian. He’s the only man to ever spank me and the first time it happened I wanted to feel outraged. But that was never what I felt. The more I get to know Dorian, the more control I give him over my body. He makes me feel alive, and that’s addictive. I’ve never considered myself submissive, but when I yield to Dorian’s commands my mind and body have only one goal, pleasing him.
However, dinner last night wasn’t what I expected. Dorian spent most of the evening trying to talk me out of going to the Asylum. I don’t know why he’s had a sudden change of heart, and when I question him about it, his response is vague.
Entering Dorian’s private playroom at the Asylum for the second time, I notice the transformation instantly. There are a few small, but significant changes. One major difference is the tone of the room. Before it felt like I was entering a sex prison, institutionalized and devoid of emotions. Now the soft lighting is inviting, and the scent in the air reminds me of Dorian. The oversized gray leather chaise is gone, replaced with a queen size bed. Wrought iron frames the tufted black leather headboard. The bedding is sparse, a deep burgundy satin sheet covers the mattress. There are also velvet pillows in various shades of gray and deep burgundy, varying in size. The St. Andrew’s Cross is still the focal point of the room, but in this light, it looks less like a torture device. Now the thought of being restrained to it in a spread-eagle position intimidates and exhilarates me all at once. I was in too much of a hurry to leave the first time to notice some of the details. But the large wooden toy chest is now at the foot of the bed and there’s a new piece of equipment. Some sort of bench.
Dorian watches me from near the door, I can only assume he’s still skeptical of my decision to come here tonight.
“This is who I am. A dominant.” He says when I conclude my tour of his private playroom.
“I accept all of you, Dorian.”
“Sunshine, you haven’t had all of me.” His smirk only makes me wetter.
“I want all of you,” I amend.
“Be sure this is really what you want, because once we cross that line there’s no going back.”
“I’m one hundred percent sure.”
The heat of Dorian’s smoky gray eyes meets the icy blue fire of mine. I haven’t kissed him all day and I desperately want to go to him. But I hold myself back. Then it occurs to me. Dropping to my knees, I bow my head and wait for his instructions. My heart pounds in my chest, racing with anticipation and Dorian’s words dance around in my head, soaking my panties.
‘No one is all vanilla, Sunshine. Not even a virgin.’
It’s taken me a long time to overcome the feelings of shame I felt about sex. Feelings that were forced on me by someone I thought cared about me. The memory from my sophomore year of high school comes unbidden. The memory of a vindictive lie that caused me so much humiliation and suffering. It never occurred to me when I refused to go all the way with my boyfriend of three months, that he would spread such a nasty lie about me. I suffered in silence for weeks until my brother Julian questioned me.
‘What’s got you so upset, little one? Do I need to put on my ass kicking boots?’
I was on a high wire falling fast and hard, but he was there to catch me. My big brother has always been my safety net, the person I looked up to growing up. I still don’t know exactly what Julian did to make my ex-boyfriend apologize publicly. Unfortunately, by the time the sexual harassment stopped, it was too late, the damage had already been done. I was branded the school slut, only good for a blowjob because my vagina was overused. Since then I’ve kept men at a distance, not trusting their motives. I didn’t let myself think about sex or a relationship. That is until I met Dorian. He changed the way I see myself, intimacy, sexual desire and love. And there’s no going back. Wherever this relationship takes me I know I will never love anyone as much as I love Dorian.
My gray wolf.
“On your feet, Sunshine.” Dorian’s deep lustful growl commands.
He extends his hand and I take it, standing to face him. The heat of his gaze burns with desire, melting my core. I love that look in his eyes, the look that says, ‘you are mine’.
Dorian restrains me to the cross, my ankles first. My legs are spread wide, giving him an enticing view of my throbbing wet pussy. His groan sends shivers through my body, covering it with goosebumps. My wrists are next, stretching my arms open, inviting him to take me. Dorian foresaw my sexual evolution all those weeks ago. And knowing that I affect him is a potent aphrodisiac. He grips my neck, choking me slightly. My lips part panting for air as fear and desire battle for supremacy. When Dorian wraps the final restraint around my waist, I moan, unable to contain my enthusiasm. Closing my eyes, I delight in the slow burn warming my veins. Imagining all the wicked things he will do to me builds with anticipation.
“I’m not going to let you come until you say the words I want to hear. And only then will I make you come so hard you forget everything but me.”
Dorian’s wicked threats only adds fuel to the smoldering fire inside me.
“You like being bound and naked for me, my sunshine?”
It’s not a question I need to answer, we both know it’s true. I love the feeling of being captive, but not powerless.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Before I can answer, his mouth claims mine. The kiss is tender and not what I was expecting considering my current state of helplessness. Dorian break the kiss with a nip to my lower lip, and I welcome the bite of pain. His powerful strides take him across the room to his toy chest. I watch him remove a few items, a butt plug, handcuffs, and a ball gag. But he doesn’t choose any of them.
“Do you know what this is, my sunshine?”
I nod because that’s all I can manage with adrenaline exciting every neuron in my brain.
“It’s a flogger.” Dorian provides. “I’ve fantasized about sharing this experience with you.”
His confession elicits my own.
“I’ve wanted this experience with you since the first time you spanked me.”
Dorian groans. “It’s going to hurt, Sunshine. But I promise you more pleasure than you can ever imagine. You just need to get past the pain.”
Dorian made me a similar promise when I gave him my virginity. I give him the same assurance I did then.
“I’m ready.”
Dorian begins by stroking my inner thighs with his fingers. My hips gyrate, seeking the pleasure he promised me. He uses the flails of the flogger to tease my throbbing nub, and my center clench and unclench with need.
“I’ll start with a gentle buildup.” Dorian says, gripping the deep burgundy leather handle of the flogger.
The first gentle strike of the flogger, lands across my back, and then my shoulders, one after the other. My ass cheeks feel the sting of Dorian’s flogger more deeply. Blow after blow the pain increases until pleasure chases it away. When pleasure is all that remains, my body begs for more. Dorian flicks his wrist, and the soft leather flails tease my clit. The sting of it against my tender flesh penetrates my core. He creates a rhythm, as soft leather flails flick against my skin, striking the same spot each time. My body sings with screams of pleasure to match his rhythm. The tempo builds and I’m no longer a part of the pain. I feel so light and free. If this is what euphoria feels like, I want to live here forever.
I hear something fall to the floor and I realize Dorian has dropped the flogger. Standing behind me, his naked body pressing against mine, radiates with heat. Dorian’s lips trace the curve of my neck as his hand glides between my thighs. His fingers tease my clit before slipping inside me.
“You’re soaking wet, Sunshine, you’re ready to explode and it’s all for me.”
“Please.” I beg, feeling my center clench and unclench around Dorian’s finger.
“Tell me what I want to here, S
unshine.”
My brain misfires not understanding what he wants from me. An then I remember the vow he made to me.
“You will scream for me. You will beg for me. And you will be mine.”
The self-fulfilling prophecy Dorian predicted months ago is nearly complete. I have screamed for him and I have begged for him. Everything that has led up to this moment feels like destiny, so who am I to fight fate.
“I’m yours, Dorian.” The words come easy when it’s the truth.
“Explode for me, my sunshine.” Dorian’s lips brush against my neck, as his fingers stroke my clit and penetrate me deeply. “Now, Olivia.”
An eruption shakes my body, causing a violent release. It consumes me, wave after wave of a never-ending orgasm pushes me over the edge. Dorian’s arms wrap around my waist, holding me tight keeps me tether to him.
Slowly I regain control of my body, the shaking stops and my breathing returns to normal. Dorian is standing in front of me, undoing the restraints. He scoops me up in his arms when my knees begin to buckle. Carrying me to the bed, he climbs in with me. His body covers mine, sinking his cock deep in one powerful thrust.
He fucks me like a man possessed. Demanding all I have. I submit to him willingly, taking all he gives. His pace is unrelenting, orgasm after orgasm my mind drifts deeper into a blissful reality. A reality where only Dorian and I exist.
A few hours later, I awake in Dorian’s arms, deliciously aware of the soreness between my thighs. Climbing out of bed, I rush to the powder room to pee. I’m greeted by a wall of mirrors, reflecting my tear stained face, swollen lips and the bite marks from a flogger covers my body. I stare at the image, entranced by the happiness I see. I pull myself away and take care of business before rejoining Dorian.
“Get dress, Sunshine. We’re not sleeping here.” Dorian greets.
I dress quickly, eager to leave the Asylum behind, but not the experience. Dorian gently ushers me through the crowded club, his hand resting possessively and protectively at the small of my back.
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