Chapter 6 #3
“Bend over the bed, little one.” He ground out the words.
She did as instructed while he moved to the bedside table where he kept oils. Returning to her, he began to withdraw the beads with deliberate slowness, one sphere at a time. Each extraction forced a moan from Olivia’s lips as the graduated sizes stretched her sensitive opening.
When the final bead slipped free, Victor set the strand aside and began unfastening his breeches. His arousal had grown painful during her punishment, desire heightened by her submission and the lingering jealousy that still burned within him.
He poured oil into his palm and used it to coat his rigid length. After covering his fingers with oil, he slid one inside her without warning. “Now you will deny me nothing. Every part of you belongs to me, Olivia. Every secret, every thought, every response of your body. Do you understand?”
She nodded and then cried out when he added a second finger to join the first, coating her with the oil.
Unable to wait any longer, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at her well-prepared entrance, the head of his cock pressing against the tight ring of muscle that clenched at his approach. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Daddy,” Olivia responded immediately, her voice breaking with anticipation. “Only you.”
She gasped as he increased the pressure, not yet breaching her but teasing her with what was to come.
“Who decides when you experience pleasure and when you are denied?”
“You,” she moaned, pushing back slightly against him despite her vulnerable position.
With one slow, powerful thrust, he entered her, claiming the part of her body that had remained untouched until now. Olivia cried out, her fingers digging into the bedcovers as he filled her.
“Will you ever lie to me again?” he demanded, his voice rough with desire and possessiveness as he held himself deep within her, allowing her to adjust to his invasion.
“No!” she gasped, her body trembling around him. “Never again!”
“Good girl,” he growled, beginning to move within her with slow, deliberate strokes.
Victor established a relentless rhythm, each thrust deeper and more demanding than the last. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, holding her in place as he warred with the onslaught of emotions that coursed through him.
“Say it again,” he commanded, his control starting to fray as her tight heat threatened to overwhelm his senses. “Say you are mine.”
“I am yours,” Olivia panted, her body responding eagerly despite any pain she might be feeling. “Completely yours, Daddy.”
He rewarded her by allowing his hand to slip to her front, massaging her pearl. She released a series of unintelligible moans and pushed harder into him.
Victor grinned to himself and removed his hand, only allowing her a tease of pleasure.
“Please,” she begged.
“Not yet,” he growled, his voice harsh with barely contained desire as he thrust into her. “You do not get to find pleasure until I decide you’ve truly learned your lesson.”
“Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice breaking with frustration. “Please, touch me again. I need—”
“What do you need?” he demanded, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of her. Stretching her in ways she had never been stretched before. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“I need you,” she sobbed. “I need you to make me feel things that only you can provide.”
Victor’s restraint finally snapped. He drove into her with renewed force, his rhythm becoming punishing in its intensity. One hand moved to grip her hair, pulling her head back to arch her spine while the other pressed firmly against her lower back, holding her in place while he fucked her.
“Feel how completely I own you,” he growled against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Every breath you take, every beat of your heart, every secret thought. They are all mine.”
Still gripping her hair, he shifted his other hand back to her front, teasing the place he knew she longed for him to touch. Olivia’s body began to convulse as she moaned and panted from the sensation of it all.
“I have yet to give you permission to come,” he commanded sharply, withdrawing his hand when her breathing had become erratic.
“Please,” she sobbed, a few tears escaping the corners of her eyes.
Victor pressed his lips to her cheek, tasting a salty tear.
He wanted to reward her, to give her everything she wanted.
But a part of him was still punishing her for making him feel things he hadn’t intended.
Or expected. And that scared him almost as much as the notion of her sneaking off to be with another man.
“Daddy,” she cried. “Please grant me a release. I belong to you completely. I surrender everything to you.”
“I told you, little one. That you were going to come to enjoy Daddy fucking your arse.” Not that he could admit just how much he enjoyed it, too.
He loved her tight cunt, but taking her like this unleashed a raw, feral need he couldn’t tame.
Once he got her with his child, her arse was going to get a lot of use.
He began teasing her with his hand again, loving the way she clenched tighter from the sensation, and how she fought not to climax until he gave her the direction. His girl was learning.
The sensation of it all pushed him over the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his own release exploding from his body as he filled her arse. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force, marking her in the most primitive way possible.
Victor withdrew his cock, and his fingers resumed their torment of Olivia’s clit. His seed began to drip from her puckered opening, which made him want to take her again.
“Now,” he commanded, circling her pearl. “Come for me now, with my seed running down your thighs.”
Olivia’s body trembled as she immediately cried out, her climax crashing through her. She moaned a series of unintelligible words as she rocked against his hand.
“That’s a good girl,” Victor praised, and she sagged down onto the bed. “Now thank your Daddy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She sounded as if she were on the verge of tears.
The satisfaction in that single phrase and the sincere emotion in her words did things to him. And as much as he hated to part from her for even a moment, he forced himself to move to the wash basin to claim a clean cloth, dampening it with the cool water.
When he returned to her, he carefully cleaned her. Victor wiped away the oil and fluids, and used the cool cloth to soothe her sensitive opening. After he’d tended to her, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled her to him, finally allowing himself to hold her in his arms.
Once she settled against his chest, she began to sob. It was like a hundred knives had been stabbed directly into his heart. He held her tighter and kissed the top of her head.
“What is it, little one?”
“I know I shouldn’t have kept Reynolds’ letter from you. I just didn’t want to risk losing what we have.”
Victor knew that fear well. It was the same fear that had sent him into a rage and led him to follow her.
It was all from the fear that she might leave him.
Fear that she might prefer another’s touch to his own.
Fear that the marriage they had formed might prove as fragile as the arrangements that had brought them together.
The realization unsettled him profoundly. He had built his adult life on control, on the ability to command and be obeyed. But there was something more between him and Olivia. And it scared him almost as much as the thought of losing her.
“You are mine,” he finally replied. “And nothing shall ever change that. I won’t allow it.”
He couldn’t summon the words for the depth of feeling churning inside him. Or the willingness to speak them if he could.
She was his to protect, his to cherish, his to guide through the complexities of their arrangement. But he wasn’t certain he’d ever find the strength to offer her his heart.
Olivia seemingly accepted his response as she nuzzled into his chest and clung to him.
That would do at present. The words that remained unspoken would just remain that way. Possibly forever. But one thing was clear . . . he was spoiling his little one, and that would have to change.