Claiming Olivia

by Yolanda Olson

  I closed my eyes and sighed happily. I knew I shouldn’t feel that this was as perfect as it was because it wasn’t real. Alejandro lived in another country and I was engaged to be married, but I felt alive again when he looked at me and was inside of me.

  Everything I felt with Alejo was everything I wanted to feel with Mitchell. He quenched my desires like no man every had before. I felt powerful and even when he held me down, in control of my sexuality for once.

  Alejandro walked out of the bathroom fully clothed about twenty minutes later and I walked past him to go wash myself.

  I walked out after I had dried off and headed out to the balcony for a cigarette. Alejandro watched me as I left one of the sliding doors open and glanced at him.

  “I thought you said the next time would be super painful emotionally and physically?”

  ”It will be. I hadn’t planned that just then,” he said with a smile. “I saw you sitting in the bed with the blankets laid across you and I knew that you were still naked underneath. I wanted to have you and I didn’t want to give you the chance to say no.”

  I inhaled deeply and looked out over the city. I guess that made sense but all he really had to do was ask.

  “I have to go now,” he said looking down at his watch. “Until we meet again.”

  He came over to me and pulled me close, looking me in the eyes for a moment. I smiled as did he and he leaned down and kissed me very gently.

  “If you’ll see me again,” he whispered softly.

  I nodded and kissed him again before I watched him walk out of my room and disappear.

  I stood there and finished my cigarette before tossing it into the cup of water. Before I was able to step back inside there was a knock on the door.

  When I opened it I saw Cassidy standing there giving me a devilish grin.

  “Well?” she asked expectantly.

  “Yeah,” I replied with a blush and giggle.

  “Good. You deserved it,” she said with a nod. “Did you use the condoms?”

  I looked at her for a moment before I hung my head.

  “Olivia!” she said in exasperation.

  “I know! I’m sorry, but once he got started I didn’t want him to have to stop! It was amazing, Cass. Seriously amazing,” I said with a sigh.

  “So when are you guys hanging out again?”

  “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure that you and me have a date with Playa Cala Salada!”

  Cassidy grinned as we walked out of the room and hotel to hail a cab. I let her speak for us since her Spanish was considerably better than mine and she told the driver where we were going.

  We spent all day at the beach. I was never a beach going person, but it was absolutely beautiful and the water was so crisp and clear that I felt truly happy to be there with my best friend and sister.

  The sun had begun to go down when we decided it was time to go back. We stopped at a little cafe and grabbed some food to go. Upon entering the lobby of the hotel, the concierge waved me over.

  “Señora, tengo un mensaje para ti,” he said holding up a folded piece of paper.

  “From?” I asked as I approached.

  “Señor Castillo,” he replied as he handed it to me.

  “¿Quién?” I asked in confusion.

  “Señor Castillo; Alejandro Castillo,” he said.

  I thanked him as I took the note from him and looked at Cassidy.

  “Alexander Castle,” she said with a grin.

  “Yeah I kind of like it in Spanish better,” I replied making a face.

  She laughed and I unfolded the note.

  Olivia, I would like you to meet me for dinner tonight. I will have a cab waiting for you outside of the hotel at 7pm. Please give me the pleasure of your company. I hope to see you soon.

  “What time is it Cass?” I asked folding the letter back up.

  “Almost six,” she replied after glancing at her phone.

  “Alejandro wants me to meet him for dinner tonight. Is that okay with you?” I asked.

  “Yeah that’s fine, we didn’t have any plans tonight.”

  I smiled gratefully at her as we parted ways in the hallway and I went into my room. I went straight into the shower and washed myself. Once I was done, I walked into the room hurriedly and started to pull clothes out of my bag to figure out what I would be wearing.

  I grabbed a nice pair of blue denim jeans, a blank tank top, and a white dress shirt. I slid my white wedge sandals on again and walked outside to wait for the cab. It showed up about ten minutes later and I got in as the driver pulled away and took me to my destination. It wasn’t as fancy as the restaurant he had taken me to the night before but it was still pretty.

  There were tables outside and were full of people sitting around laughing and talking as they ate. I walked up to the maître d and told him who I was looking for. He stared at me for a moment, before running his finger down the list of reservations and nodding, beckoning me to follow behind him.

  I glanced around the restaurant as I walked trying to get a glimpse of Alejandro.

  “Miss?”

  I looked at the maître d as he stopped at a table with two people sitting there laughing and enjoying their dinners like everyone else here.

  “Liv!”

  I glanced down and noticed that he had stopped me in front of Alejo’s table. And Alejo wasn’t alone; he was sitting there with a very pretty brunette who gave me a tight smile.

  I looked at her then back to Alejo as I felt myself become angry. I dropped my purse into the chair in front of me and began to drum my fingers along the top of the chair.

  “I got your note,” I said.

  “Good, I was hoping you would come tonight,” he said leaning back in his chair and putting an arm around the back of the brunette’s chair.

  Are you fucking kidding me? I thought angrily.

  “Well, have a nice evening,” I said curtly as I grabbed my purse and walked way.

  “Liv! Wait!” he said behind me.

  My pride was wounded right now and I didn’t want it to be downright broken, so I continued to walk as quickly as I could. I was so angry that I didn’t realize I had bumped into a waiter and caused them to spill their food. I was humiliated too. For some bizarre reason, I thought we might have had something, even if it was minuscule, but apparently I was wrong.

  “Olivia! Stop!” he said as he followed me out of the restaurant.

  “Fuck off!” I yelled without turning back as I took the corner as quickly as I could and looked desperately for an idle cab that I could hop into and disappear as quickly as possible.

  I heard him as he broke into a jog and felt him grip my arm. I tried to pull away but he turned me to face him.

  “I asked you to stop,” he said looking serious.

  “And I told you to fuck off,” I replied ripping my arm out of his grip.

  He stood there looking at me in disbelief for a moment as I walked away angrily and all but jumped on the first cab I saw coming down the straight. I waved my arms crazily over my head and I got it to stop. I jumped in the back and told the driver to get me back to the hotel.

  When we reached the driveway, I threw him a fistful of money and walked the rest of the way. I got to my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I let my purse fall to the floor as I stood there for a moment trying to understand what had just happened.

  Alejo invited me to dinner and when I had shown up he was there with some pretty girl fawning all over him.

  Fuck him, I thought angrily as I put the extra lock on the door and started to undress myself.

  I was laying comfortably on my bed about half an hour later, almost asleep when there was a knock on the door. Sighing, I pushed my sheets off and walked over to the door. Something told me to leave the lock on so when I opened the door the latch caught the door preventing it from opening all the way.

  I expected to see Cassidy on the other side of the door, not Alejandro.

  “Oh God, fuck o
ff already,” I spat angrily as I closed the door.

  “Olivia, open the door,” he said as he knocked on the door again.

  “Go away, Alejandro,” I said through the door.

  “Not until you open the door,” he said as he knocked again.

  I walked away and turned off all the lights and climbed back into the bed. I had no plans on opening the door, so as far as I was concerned, he could stand out there knocking until his knuckles were raw.

  After almost a full five minutes of incessant knocking it stopped and I let out a sigh of relief. Another three minutes passed before there was a softer knock on the door with Cassidy sounding frantic.

  “Olivia, open the door! Now!” she said as she knocked harder.

  I got up and walked over to the door and undid the latch, swinging the door open.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked when I noticed the look on her face.

  “Oh my God. I thought something happened to you,” she said sighing in relief.

  “Why?” I asked in confusion.

  That’s when I noticed Alejo leaning against the wall opposite my room with his hands in his pockets looking at me.

  “Alejandro said he was worried that you had hurt yourself and that you wouldn’t let him in,” she explained in a rush. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  I felt the anger starting to run through me again. He had purposely lied to Cassidy so that I would open the door.

  “I’m fine Cass. I promise,” I replied giving her a hug.

  “Thank God,” she said as she turned to walk back to her room.

  I looked at Alejo angrily as he smiled at me and pushed himself off the wall. I immediately tried to close the door but this time, he caught it and made his way into the room.

  “Why did you leave tonight?” he asked.

  “Get out of my room!”I yelled as I shoved him.

  “Stop,” he said angrily as he gripped me by the wrists. “Tell me why you left.”

  “Because you’re a piece of shit. Now get out!”

  “Do you remember what I told you?” he asked giving me a firm, but gentle shake.

  “Leave. Just leave,” I said still trying to pull out of his grip.

  “I told you the next time we were together it would be emotionally painful,” he said searching my eyes.

  “Oh yeah you did say that didn’t you? I remember. Now get the fuck out,” I said trying to shove him again.

  “No. I will not leave. I know now that you are emotionally attached to me and I will not walk away right now,” he replied shaking his head.

  “You know what?” I started as I finally ripped myself away from him. “You were a mistake. A big mistake. Mitch may not be much, but he loves me. He wouldn’t do this stupid shit to see if I liked him like a little kid. I’ve been through enough Alejandro. I’m not going to go through anymore. I’m sorry I fucked you. Now get out,” I said as I walked to the door and held it open.

  Alejandro looked at me for a moment before he walked toward me. He stopped and looked down at me for a second. I could tell he was debating whether he should leave or try to talk me into let him staying, but he could also tell that I was pissed.

  “I won’t come back if I leave now,” he said quietly.

  “Good,” I replied shoving him sideways into the hallway.

  “Livie...” he pleaded.

  “WHAT?” I exploded.

  Are you really yelling at the best sex you’ve ever had?

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said softly.

  “Don’t worry; I’m used to it,” I replied holding the door half open.

  Alejo sighed heavily as he looked down at the red carpeted hallway floor for a moment. I was starting to feel bad for him as my anger started to give way to pity.

  “Thank you for spending some time with me,” he said as he straightened up and started to walk down the hallway.

  I closed the door softly behind him and stood there for a moment in my string tied, dark blue pajama shorts and gray tank top. I looked down and realized I was barefoot and leaned against the door looking up at the ceiling.

  “God damn it,” I said out loud as I opened the door and ran down the hallway.

  I didn’t bother with the elevator because he would be gone by then and I wanted to catch him before he disappeared forever. I heard the elevator bell ding as I ran past it.

  “Olivia?”

  I stopped running and turned around. Alejandro stepped out of the elevator and looked at me curiously.

  I walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face, before I reached up and kissed him passionately on the mouth. Alejo pulled me tightly against him as he returned the kiss eagerly.

  When we pulled apart we were both breathing heavily. I looked up into his eyes as my hands slid down to wrap around his waist.

  “This doesn’t mean I have feelings for you, this means I don’t want to know what it feels like to not have you fuck me again.”

  “Tonight you come to my home,” he said as he ran his hands over my breasts.

  “I need to change my clothes. And get shoes,” I replied.

  “No. I will carry you if I must. We’re leaving now,” he said as he took me by the hand and pulled me toward the lobby doors.

  True to his word, when we stepped outside he picked me up in his arms and carried me to his car. He unlocked the door and let me down so I could step in and then walked around to the driver’s side. I barely had time to put on my seatbelt, when he put the car in drive and took off like a bat out of hell.

  We got to his place about twenty five minutes later and he came around to my side and lifted me out of my seat. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he fumbled with the lock and let us in. He dropped the keys to the floor and immediately walked a flight of wide stairs and kicked open the door to what I assumed was his bedroom. When he finally set me down he looked at me seriously.

  “I am not going to have regard for any pain you feel from this. I want you so bad, but I will have you on my terms. If you don’t agree to this leave now. If you do agree to this, then tell me. I need you so desperately right now,” he said taking my face in his hands and putting his forehead against mine.

  “I agree,” I whispered.

  Nodding, he stepped away and told me to sit on the bed. I lifted myself onto the king bed and watched him as he walked out of the room. I couldn’t help but wonder what I had ultimately agreed to. He said he was going to make it painful and he wouldn’t care about how I felt as he was doing it.

  In a weird way, I was as excited as I was scared.

  Alejandro reentered the room and I noticed he had a hand full of some kind of straps.

  “Come to me Liv,” he said.

  I stood up with shaky legs and walked over to Alejo. When I was standing directly in front of him, he dropped what he was holding onto the floor except for a pair of handcuffs, and looked at me.

  “Tell me something,” he said as he unlocked the handcuffs.

  I raised an eyebrow as I kept my eyes on him.

  “When was the last time you were properly disciplined?”

  “Huh?”

  He leaned down and gripped me by the throat as he swiftly cuffed my hands behind me.

  I gasped and my eyes watered. This was the tightest he had ever had me by the throat and I honestly felt like I couldn’t breathe.

  Alejo forced me onto my knees and leaned down to pick up a crop of some sort.

  “I asked when the last time was that you were properly disciplined,” he repeated as he let go of my neck.

  “Um, when I was a child. I think I broke a lamp and—,” I stopped as he slapped the crop against my back.

  “I didn’t ask for a story,” he replied calmly.

  Wow, that hurts, I thought gritting my teeth.

  Alejo crouched behind me and ripped my tank top in half, then he reached around and ripped it again until he was able to pull it off the sides.

  I sat there as he gently ran the cr
op down my back, tracing my tattoos and teasing me at the same time. I closed my eyes as the sensation ran through me.

  “On your feet, Bella,” he said after a moment.

  I stood up unsteadily waiting for him to tell me what to do.

  He walked around me and sat on the bed, pulling me toward him. Leaning down, he undid my strings slowly and pulled off my shorts and underwear at the same time.

  “You really are beautiful,” he said as he used the crop to push me a few inches away from him. He looked me up and down in appreciation before he stood up again. “Back on your knees, Olivia.”

  I dropped to my knees as I was told to and waited. In a few moments, he was viciously bringing the crop down onto my back. I cried out in pain with each, swift sting.

  I lowered my head at one point and he cropped me harder. It would be pointless to tell him that it hurt like holy hell because he already told me that he wouldn’t care.

  I winced as he cropped me one last time before he leaned down and pulled me to my feet by an elbow. He roughly took me over to the master drawer in the center of his room and bent me over so that I would be facing the mirror.

  He used his knees to spread my legs open slightly before he stepped away and went back to his pile. When he came back I felt the cool stream of lubricant he squeezed around my anal opening. I knew what he was going to do now and I was a bit terrified. I had done it once and it hurt and was uncomfortable and I swore to myself that I would never do it again.

  Alejo slid a finger into me and moved it slowly in and out as he began to loosen me up. It wasn’t as bad as my first anal experience because I could tell that he had lubed his finger as well. It was when he slid the second finger in that I took back my initial thought. With two fingers inside me, he began to move faster and faster which was causing me to squeeze my eyes shut tightly in pain.

  He had a firm grip on the handcuffs and was pushing them into my back with one hand as he continued to use his fingers inside of me.

  “Ow,” I cried out.

  He chuckled.

  I knew why. He planned on putting himself inside of me and that was longer and thicker than his fingers; if I was having trouble with this he was going to destroy me and he knew it.

  Another minute or so of finger fucking torture and he started to use his tongue. He licked my ass, moving his tongue in and out. I found myself enjoying what he was doing, especially when he let go of the cuffs and reached a hand under and began to rub my clit.