Forced to release her grip on my hair as I moved lower, Olivia gripped the thick coverlet. She arched, her back lifting and her hips pressing down as I nipped along the seam of her bottoms. I was driving her crazy. I knew that I was. The little whimpers and frustrated groans she let out with each teasing touch told me exactly what I needed to know.
I slipped a finger beneath the edge of her shorts, tracing the seam of her sex from stem to stern. Moisture coated my fingertip, easing the slow glide up and down. She wiggled, attempted to rock her hips up and force me to delve deeper but I braced my other hand over her lower abdomen and held her down. “Stay still,” I growled, and nipped at her inner thigh. Olivia settled, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long. My girl was a slut for oral. The more I tormented her with the possibility, the more she would squirm and, eventually, beg for the pleasure of my tongue on her clit. I would happily oblige, when the mood suited me.
With a light nudge, I pushed my right middle finger between her nether lips adjacent to tne entrance of her vagina. I swept upward, circling near the sensitive little bud at the top, but evading it completely. Olivia grew wetter with each sweep and flick, her whimpers turning to growls and her teeth grinding together so hard I wondered if they might crack from the force.
“Please.” She panted, her chest rising and falling as her head writhed against the pillows. “Please. Please. Please.”
Tongue narrowed to a point, I licked her through the thin cotton. She gasped, hips lifting from the bed as her nails dug into the coverlet. “Please what, kitten?” I nudged the shorts aside and, with my thumbs, parted her glistening pink pussy lips. My mouth covered her and I gave Olivia’s clit a brutal suck which made her convulse and cry out. I released her, glancing up the length of her body. “Is that what you want? Say it. Say it properly and I may reward you.”
Olivia growled, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she struggled to catch her breath. I had plans for that pretty little pink tongue later. So many plans, for every inch of her. She looked down at me, eyes narrowed and a smart assed little smirk on her lips. Little miss was angling for a spanking with that behavior. “Please, Master, lick my pussy and make me cum?”
“No.” Slightly rougher than necessary, I tore the bottoms from her hips. She squeaked, lifting her hips in time to keep me from ripping the material apart. I tossed the garment over my shoulder and feasted upon the pink pussy on display for me. She kept it bare, the way I liked it, and I could make out every delectable detail as I spread her wide with my thumbs. “You will not cum until I say you can. And I don’t give my permission.”
Tongue extended into a point, I flicked it over the swollen nub of Olivia’s clit. I let out a satisfied hum as the taste of her bloomed in my mouth and slid down my throat. Nothing had ever tasted so good. With short, circular strokes, I teased Olivia’s entrance, swishing the tip of my middle finger through the wetness that seeped from her pussy. The scent of her arousal filled me, and my cock bucked against the edge of the bed. I shifted, adjusting so that my erection lay trapped between me and the mattress.
Olivia’s cries filled the room, growing more and more urgent with each flick of my tongue, each stroke of my fingers. She arched and writhed beneath me, her hair tumbling free of its tie and spilling over the pillows. The smooth globes of her breasts bobbed as she wiggled, her hips rocking against my face, urging me to give more, take more. Olivia’s thighs began to tremble and I eased off, pressing small kisses to her sensitive flesh instead of continuing the sharp suction. I hadn’t given her permission to orgasm yet, and the trembling warned that she was very close to going over the edge.
“John,” she pleaded in a soft, breathy voice. “Please. I need you inside of me.” I nipped at her clit and she cried out, her thighs twitching on either side of my head. She grabbed at the coverlet, nails scraping against the heavy fabric as she bucked and writhed. “Oh god. Please!” Another sharp suck and her cries turned to incoherent babbling. I knew then that I had Olivia right where I wanted her.
The bed dipped beneath my weight as I rose to my knees and crawled up her body. I kissed Olivia, forcing her to pant through her nose as I took control of her mouth and demanded she give me her tongue. She complied and I sucked on the slippery bit of flesh as I shucked my pajama pants, casting them to the floor with a kick.
My teeth scraped the sides of Olivia’s tongue and she brought her arms up to circle my shoulders as I settled my weight between her thighs. I reared up, grasping her wrists and pinning them above her head in the thick waves of her hair. She whimpered as several strands were caught up in my grip, pulling tight each time she writhed beneath me.
“Stop,” I growled against her mouth. “You’ll hurt yourself, kitten.” Nipping at her bottom lip, I tugged her hair harder. She narrowed her eyes at me, a deviant little gleam in their depths. Fuck, I loved this woman. How had I forgotten about the things we’d shared that weekend, or any other time we’d been together? I shook myself free of the thoughts and refocused on the tempting, naked little beauty beneath me. “Hurting you is my job. I do it better, and you know it. So hush, kitten, and let me.”
Poised at her sopping wet entrance, I took Olivia’s mouth again in a demanding kiss. I surged forward, driving deep with one push. The tip of my cock rammed her cervix, and her legs wrapped around my waist, holding me inside. I gave her what she wanted. I fucked her. Short thrusts, deep and hard, the way she liked. The moment her warm flesh yielded to mine I was lost. My intentions to go slowly, to make it a morning she wouldn’t forget—one filled with the right amount of gentle loving and dominance—went right out the window as soon as I sank inside of her and she welcomed the violence of my passion with open arms.
Olivia unwound her legs from my waist, braced her feet beside my knees and fucked me right back. Her hips rocked in time with mine, the slapping of our flesh and the heaving of our breaths filling the room with the sounds of hard, aggressive sex. She moaned my name and begged for more with every other breath until the words blended into an incoherent keening. My own grunts and moans mixed with Olivia’s, our sexual symphony building to an epic crescendo. I held off my finale, focusing instead on letting her peak before allowing my own.
Fingers tangled deep in Olivia’s hair, I tugged her head to the right and bared the slope of her neck. I leaned in, nuzzling the soft skin beneath her left ear and grazing the top of her trapezius muscle with my teeth. She groaned, lifting her chin, and I struck. Biting deep into her shoulder, I thrust deep into her pussy as she convulsed around my shaft. The orgasm ripped through her, turning Olivia into a wild thing beneath me as she came. I held on, releasing the bite only when I felt the contractions begin to abate.
The secondary discharge of pain toppled her straight into another orgasm and this time, I went over with her. My hips bucked wildly, driving in hard with no rhythm or finesse. I gave up, abandoned myself to the pleasure. Lightning raced down my spine, pooling in my balls as I exploded into her wet heat. I ground my teeth, biting out a curse as a shiver twisted me in its grip and pulled every last bit of strength from me.
I rolled, pulling Olivia into the curve of my side as I collapsed onto the bed. She came along easily, tucking her face into the side of my neck while she fought to regain her breath. I brushed my lips across the top of her head, eyes closed as I let myself come back down from the intense high.
“Holy shit,” she murmured against the spot where my pulse hammered in my neck. She swallowed, licking her lips to moisten them before speaking again. “That was incredible.”
Chuckling softly, I tightened my arm around her back and nodded against her hair. “That it was, kitten. That it was.”
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia
Things changed after that morning. Our relationship became what it would have were it not for the accident that changed the course of things and derailed John’s plan. The three facets of our lives coming together as one. We’d gone down to the kitchen for some breakfast after the most ph
enomenal sex either of us had ever experienced. I cooked bacon and homefries while John whipped up a stack of waffles and squeezed oranges. We ate in the sunny breakfast nook, drank our coffee on the patio, and talked in bed for the rest of the afternoon.
John insisted that my belongings be moved from the guest room to his bedroom later that evening. I complied without much protest. Sleeping in his bed, tucked up against him at night, was something I’d dreamed of since the first time I saw him up on stage with Sweet Surrender.
We worked together for another two weeks, making sure that he was up to full strength when it came time for the assessment that would determine his fitness to return to duty. I had no doubt he would pass, and even exceed the departmental doctor’s requirements. John worked hard every day, rebuilding muscle and adding more to the already impressive physique he had before the explosion.
The appointment was scheduled for the Thursday prior to my last weekend with him, and the band had a comeback gig booked for the Friday night. I couldn’t wait to see him and the guys rocking out on stage again. Especially since I knew firsthand what it took to get them back up there after nearly losing John, and the long weeks of his recovery. The fans knew nothing about his near death. The other band members and their management team had thought it best to simply say that the guys were taking a bit of a break for personal reasons.
With an end-date to my position as John’s caregiver in sight, I hadn’t waited to speak with Francis and my boss at the physiotherapy clinic. Over the weeks while I worked with John, I’d come to the realization that my previous scheduling options weren’t something I was willing to go back to again. Francis and I sat down with Human Resources at the hospital, and by the time I walked out the front doors later that Monday, I had a set three day per week schedule that would allow me to work two days at the clinic and have two to myself. It was a timetable I could handle without the risk of burning myself out like I’d been about to do before the turn of events that led me to working as John’s caregiver.
I was in the kitchen preparing vegetables to go with the steak we were having for dinner when I heard the rumble of a car in the driveway. Grabbing a dish towel, I wiped my hands and walked through to the main room. I smiled as I spotted John by the console, his keys making a familiar clink when he deposited them in the small wooden bowl.
He looked over as I approached, the expression on his face unreadable. I put the towel aside and slipped my arms around his waist, face tilted up to his. He brushed aside a stray strand of hair and kissed my forehead between the brows.
“So… That took a lot longer than I expected. You missed lunch.” I nudged him gently, searching his face for answers. “What did they say? Did you get your badge back?”
John released me, reaching behind him. He pulled a familiar looking wallet from his pants, presenting it to me and a grin spread across my face as I took it from him and flipped the cover open. His badge gleamed from the black leather case and I let out a little happy squeal.
When I looked at him again, John wasn’t where I expected to find him. I lowered my gaze, a hand fluttering up to cover my mouth as I found him kneeling in front of me. A small, black velvet box lay nestled in the palm of his left hand.
“I know. The assessment didn’t take all that long.” He looked up at me, beautiful hazel eyes shining as he studied my face. “But I wanted to do this today, and I needed to have the ring cleaned before I did.” John’s lips turned up into a small, rueful smile “My mom took such beautiful care of it when she was alive, but it tarnished a bit over the years.” He opened the box, and a half carat solitaire diamond set in a simple gold band winked at me from the satin lining. “She told me that I’d find the most amazing woman one day, and that when I did, this ring was for her. You’re that woman, Olivia. I want you to wear this ring. I want to look across the dinner table years from now and see it winking at me from your finger. I want to watch you hold our first child and see this ring on the hand that cradles our baby to your chest. I want a forever with you, Olivia. If you want one with me, too?”
Speechless, I nodded and offered him my hand. John slid the ring on, kissing my knuckles as he stood and gathered me in for a slow all-consuming kiss. He dug his fingers into my hair, popping the elastic band and setting the mass tumbling down my back. I moaned, pulling back from the kiss that left me a little breathless and very weak in the knees.
John smiled down at me, his eyes filled with love as he leaned in and nipped at my bottom lips. “I take it that’s a yes, then?”
“Yes,” I chuckled and threw my arms around his neck. “A million times, yes. Forever, yes.”
He grinned, kissing the tip of my nose as he set me back from him and nudged me to turn around. His hand connected with my backside, a firm swat that had me stumbling a step. “Good. Now, get that sweet ass upstairs and get changed. We’ve got a date at Stratosphere. No questions, kitten. Do as you’re told.”
Excitement bubbled in my belly as I dashed up the stairs and into the second room on the left side of the hall. My favorite red leather outfit hung in the closet, waiting for me to slip into it and make my first trip to the club on the arm of my Master, my fiancé—Master James.
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John
The lights inside the Club Stratosphere were dim, as usual. What wasn’t usual? How packed the club was for a Thursday night. I watched Olivia’s face as we walked through the heavy throngs of people and made our way to the dungeon door. As instructed, she scanned through first and waited for me on the other side of the door. Sure, we could have come in through the private door reserved for use by the Masters, but I had a plan and it involved making sure the club patrons saw us together.
Olivia’s wrists were cuffed and bound to the collar she wore so that they hung close to her face. I’d insisted that she keep her hands facing forward, the diamond on her engagement ring glinting from her finger. Curious glanced and whispered conversations followed in our wake. Murmurs of “Master James and Kat”, and “Is that an engagement ring?” reached my ears as we walked into the dungeon and made our way to the centre stage. Matthews, better known as Master Matt in the club, had set up a small table and whipping post in the middle of the raised area. The spotlight had been dimmed, per my instructions, and provided a soft glow around us as Olivia and I stepped beneath it.
As expected, Olivia gracefully settled on her knees, palms facing upward and thighs spread apart. She tilted her head up at me, careful to keep her eyes downcast. “Master? What’s going on?”
I tugged her ponytail, eliciting a small yelp. She bit her lip and turned her face forward once more. Olivia knew better than to question my plans. There would be no repercussions, this time. She was confused, and I knew that I was the cause of it. I couldn’t fault, or punish her, for it.
Sinclair, Master Sin, handed me a microphone and stepped back to take his place with the other Masters. Each of them were lined up behind Olivia and I, their faces bared of their customary half-masks. Instead of masks, the five of us had voted to replace them with simple red bands around our biceps to identify ourselves to staff and patrons alike.
I nodded to the disc-jockey and he faded out the music. All eyes turned toward the stage where I stood with Olivia and the four other Masters. Murmurs ran through the crowd as I took a moment before speaking.
“Those of you who read the email from Club Stratosphere earlier this week will have some idea of what tonight is about. Those of you who didn’t read the email… Do it. Things are changing here, including the way we manage our memberships. If you haven’t read the email by your next visit, you will be denied entry until you do so, and agree to the new terms.” I watched Olivia, a frown creasing her brow. She held still, but I could see the confusion on her pretty little face. The email outlining the club’s new rules and guidelines had purposely not been sent to her or her friend Melissa.
“But,” I scanned the crowd, a mischievous grin on my lips. “That’s not the sole purpose for tonight’s fes
tivities. You see, I’ve asked our darling little Kat to marry me in the vanilla way.” Olivia’s shoulders stiffened as the words left my lips, her body turning slightly toward me. She maintained her posture, but just barely.
Taking a step back, I lifted a small kerchief from the table and revealed a woven silver strand day collar with a diamond studded locking mechanism. The crowd let out a collective gasp as I lifted the collar from the table and moved to stand behind Olivia.
“Kat, I’ve promised to love you forever in the vanilla way of doing things, and you’ve agreed to be my wife. Your response was?” I tapped the top of her head and she responded with the appropriate “Yes, Master.”
I grinned and settled the collar around her neck. “Now, my darling kitty, I’m asking as your Master if you’ll be my kitty, my slave and my lover. Will you wear my collar, Kat? Look up and answer me, sweetheart.”
Olivia looked up at me from her perch on the carpet. Tears swam in her eyes, trailing down her cheeks and leaving streaks of black mascara in their aftermath. “Yes, Master. I’ll be your kitty, your slave and your lover. I will wear your collar proudly and serve none other but you.”
“Good girl.” I held out a hand and helped her up, gather Olivia into my arms as those gathered around us clapped and cheered their congratulations. Olivia pressed her lips to mine, salty tears flavoring her kisses. “I love you, Liv.”
She grinned up at me. “I love you, too, Master Boom.”
I quirked a brow at the new name and burst out laughing. It suited. Leave it to my beautiful girl to think of a way to combine two aspects of my life in a way that fit perfectly. Just like she did.
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