Chapter 22 - Quinn #2
Then I whip the flogger again. It shoots out, splashing against her skin and making her entire body jolt.
Who needs electroshock play when you have a flogger?
I hit her again and again, covering every inch, including a few hits on her clit, completely losing myself in the moment until my wrist aches from the new movement.
By the time I've finished, Olivia’s tanned skin is covered in beautiful streaks of red.
Her entire torso is a breathtaking display of art painted by my new favorite tool.
I breathe heavily and look it over, proud of the work I've done and how perfectly it came out.
“I've never seen anything so beautiful,” I say, still out of breath. “Your body—every slash, every red blemish, every line—it’s the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
Olivia pants as her head falls forward, nearly touching her chest. “Thank you, Sir.”
“No,” I reply. “Thank you. You gave this to me. You opened my eyes to something I never knew I could see. I owe you everything, and I know there is no way I could ever go back now. I've given in, and it’s forever.”
Olivia swallows hard, but she doesn't say anything.
I have no idea how my words may impact her, and I'm not speaking my truth for any other reason than my own need to say it, but I know how talking like this may make her feel.
Her desire to stay far away from love isn't a secret, so I force myself to be quiet and let my actions speak for me.
I nod—not to Olivia but to myself, remembering the rules of our kinky little game as I stand up straight and walk over to an open chest on the floor that’s full of vibrators.
There are so many different kinds that it’s almost hard to choose one, but I know a wand is popular for always getting the job done, so I grab a black one and walk back over to the X, where my submissive awaits.
Olivia’s eyes find mine once again, but I don't linger on her face.
Instead, I focus on her clit. She has endured plenty of pain, satisfying the masochist in her, but now I want to focus on her pleasure.
I leave the nipple clamps in place just to keep the intensity turned all the way up, then I flip the switch on the wand and smile at the roar of the motor.
This is definitely not the kind of toy that is good for sneaking.
This toy is made for getting results, and when I place it against her clit, I know I've made the right choice.
“Oh fuck,” Olivia exclaims, shedding her quiet voice for one that could combat a megaphone. The few times the flogger hit her clit has made it sensitive, and her body writhes against the restraints of the cross. “Oh my god. Sir … it’s really intense.”
“Good,” I say, pressing it against her harder. Then I kneel and push two fingers inside her pussy while leaving the wand in place.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” she bellows, throwing her head back. “Quinn … it’s too good. That’s so fucking good. Fuck me, I think I'm about to—”
I snatch my fingers out and pull the vibrator away, smirking as Olivia lets out a dissatisfied groan. She looks down on me with pleading eyes that ask why I would do such a thing, but I'm already prepared to give her my answer without her having to say the words aloud.
“I don't want your cum on my fingers,” I say as I stand up and rub her wetness over my hard shaft. It smears like baby oil, coating my flesh. “I want it all over my cock.”
“Oh,” she says with a devilish grin. “Yes, Sir.”
I step forward and slowly slide my cock into Olivia’s soaking wet pussy, and both of us send moans of pleasure up to the ceiling like prayers to heaven.
After a few pleasure-filled strokes, I place the wand back on her clit and keep it there as I fuck her.
I start slowly, but as her moans grow in volume, I can't hold back.
I start fucking her pussy fast and hard, relentless strokes working her from the inside while the wand performs magic on the outside.
I have to bend my knees to hit the perfect angle, but I make it happen.
In almost no time at all, Olivia squeezes her eyes shut and drops her head as tension grips all of the muscles in her body.
“Yeah, that's it,” I say, still pounding her and preparing for what I know is coming. “Cover my fucking cock in your cum.”
She bursts like a broken water main, squirting all over me as her body spasms, sending me reeling.
I'm absolutely shocked at her wet explosion, and I can't help it when my body defies me and I succumb to my own orgasm that sends stars streaking across my vision like the night sky. Both of us shake and quiver, our muscles filled with tiny tremors that make the St. Andrew’s cross rock back and forth against our weight.
It takes time for me to regain strength in my knees, but when I do, I waste no time putting the toys down, removing the nipple clamps, and unfastening Olivia’s arms and legs.
Once she's free, she practically falls into my arms, and I sweep her off her feet to carry her over to the bed, where I lay her down gently and climb on after her.
She immediately curls into me once I'm next to her, wrapping her arms around my torso as I envelop her with my arms at the same time.
She throws a leg over my waist and buries her face in my neck, and the second she's settled she begins to cry.
I frown as her body spasms against mine and she releases soft sobs against my hot flesh.
“Hey,” I say, trying to move my head back enough to see her face, but each time I do, she tightens her grip on me, refusing to let me move away even a centimeter. “Olivia, what’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” she replies, her whimpers quickly gaining strength. “I can't talk about it right now, but just know that you did everything right. This was exactly what I've been looking for. Now, please … just hold me. Please, Quinn.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, I pull Olivia into me even tighter, flexing my arms around her as she begins to bawl.
I'm clearly new to this, so I have no idea what’s happening right now, but she said I did everything right, so instead of replaying the entire session in my head and driving myself crazy with questions, I simply do as she has asked.
I hold her, breathing in the scent of her hair and making sure to keep her as close as our bodies will allow.
I don't make it sexual or try to speak to her about her feelings.
I give Olivia the time, quiet, and peace she needs to unload her emotions. I take it all without saying a word.
We don't need to speak. We just need to be together, and that’s all she's asking of me—to simply be there for her.
So, I settle in while she continues to let it all out.
I don't move a muscle. I'm as still as she needs me to be, and even while sitting in silence and exhaustion, I find myself repeating a phrase over and over again in my mind. Words I don't dare speak.
I could get used to this.