Chapter 41 - Quinn
FORTY-ONE - Quinn
Hurt her. That's my first thought when I see Olivia waiting for me on her knees, begging me to do whatever I want to do. I want to hurt her. I want her to feel physical pain that I know she loves. For everything she put us through. For all of the pain she made me feel. I want to hurt her because I know it will feed my body’s strongest desire as a sadist, as well as hers as a masochist. I want us both wrapped in the bliss of her beautiful pain.
“Who do you belong to?” I ask as my eyes scan the room, searching for the tool that will go hand-in-hand with my need for depravity.
“I belong to you, Sir,” she replies in a breathy voice.
It hasn't been long since I heard it, but that voice does something to me. I can hear her hunger for me in it, and tonight there is something new—like the wall she had between us has been removed. Now she is unfiltered. Clearer. More convicted. More convincing. It’s like I finally can hear the truth from her lips—like she was never actually mine until this moment. Now there is no hiding it.
“I want to hurt you,” I say, still looking around the playhouse and deciding what’s next.
“I want you to hurt me,” she says, and I believe her.
“Do you think you deserve to be hurt?”
“Yes,” she replies honestly.
My eyes find the bed and focus on the bedposts ascending up to heaven. “Why?”
“Because I denied how I felt about you,” she says. “I lied to myself and hurt you in the process. I deserve to feel pain for it. I want to hurt because I hurt you.”
I nod my head, agreeing with her words and the idea forming in my mind. “I couldn't have said it better myself, baby girl. You do deserve to be hurt, and you're about to get your wish.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Olivia keeps herself seated, never turning around to follow me with her eyes.
While she's facing the stairs, I grab a chain leash from atop a black dresser. It has a pink collar attached to the end, and I secure it to her neck, making sure to keep it tight. Once it’s in place, I wrap the chain around my fist once and tug it so she knows she's under my control.
“Now be Daddy’s good girl and follow me, little puppy,” I command, then I tug the leash again and start walking toward the bed.
Wordlessly, Olivia turns around and starts crawling on her hands and knees.
I keep the pace slow, dragging out the process and grabbing a flogger on our way to the bed.
When we reach it, I raise the leash higher and force Olivia to crawl onto the mattress on all-fours while I drop the flogger onto the pillow.
Once she's centered on the bed, I begin restraining her limbs to the posts just like I did before—the day she balked at the idea of belonging to me.
Tonight will not end in such misery. Tonight, I will be fucking satisfied.
I tie each limb to the corresponding bedposts, then position myself behind my little slave who is now completely at my disposal.
The sight of her is mesmerizing—completely naked and unable to move unless I unfasten a restraint, bent over with her mouthwatering pussy available for me to use how I see fit.
Staring down at her, I realize how lucky I am.
Fuck. I am a god reigning over my kingdom of kink.
“Tell me your safe words so I know you haven't forgotten them,” I say before I walk back to the head of the bed and lift the flogger off the pillow.
“Red to stop. Yellow to proceed with caution,” Olivia replies, reminding me of our earlier moments together, when all of this was brand new and the complications hadn't been born yet. I smile at the memory, because something tells me that life is about to be much less complicated going forward.
“Good girl,” I say as I squeeze the handle of the flogger. “Make sure you don't forget. You just might have to use those words tonight. Now take a deep breath and let it out loud enough for me to hear it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Olivia breathes in deeply with her head raised, then blows it out. The moment I know her lungs are empty, I flick my wrist and watch the tails of the flogger crash against her skin like rough waves wrecking a beach. She yelps like a good little whore and it makes my cock throb with desire.
“I like that,” I tell her. “I like when you yelp for me. I like when you hurt for me, baby. Do it again.” With a grunt, I flick my wrist a second time and the flogger splashes across her flesh a second time.
She chirps again and I have to bite my lip.
It’s music to my fucking ears. Nothing has ever been more perfect.
I let loose on Olivia, working myself into a sweat as I flog her like a prisoner being punished.
The skin on her ass turns gorgeous shades of red and pink, and all I want is to drop my pants and push myself inside of that pussy that I already know is wet beyond my wildest dreams. But I'm not done just yet.
An idea pops into my mind and I have to act on it.
“Don't move,” I command, as if she has a choice while restrained. “I’ll be right back.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, her voice trembling.
I leave Olivia in place while I run up the stairs, my heart hammering as I enter her kitchen with sweat on my brow.
I'm about to do something insane. Something I've never done before. Something that might force Olivia to use those safe words. I know it’s a risk, but she wanted to seal the deal on our reunion, and this is how I want to do it. Fully giving in to my darkness, I grab a knife from the butcher’s block on the kitchen counter.
I've never done anything like this before, but that doesn't stop me.
What I'm feeling is brand new, so it’s time to experience something new, too.
When I return to Olivia, I place my hand on top of her beautifully marred ass and inch myself closer to her, knife in one hand while I push my pants down with the other.
“When I said not to move,” I say. “I meant it. Even now. Don't move. I'm going to run the blade of this knife over your skin, and if you move it might cut you. Not that I would be bothered by that at all. But when I cut you, I want it to be intentional. So, don't move.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says weakly, then she tenses and adds, “Yellow.”
I lick my lips as a flood of nervousness spews into my veins.
I want this, but I do not want to make her so uncomfortable that she asks me to stop.
So I debate with myself for a moment. Should I drop the entire idea?
Or do I force my submissive to push herself into a new realm?
This is what BDSM is all about, right? Learning our limits?
Pushing our boundaries with one another?
If she wanted me to stop, she would've said red instead of yellow.
So I know she's willing to test the waters with me.
I'm going to test us both, and I’ll be ready for the moment she says red.
I won't hesitate even for a second when it’s time, but for now, I choose to carefully move forward.
Gently, I place the knife’s edge on Olivia’s soft skin, then I grab the end of my cock and slowly push it inside of her soaked pussy.
The warmth envelopes me and I have to close my eyes for a second from how good it feels.
I shake my head, completely shocked by how someone else can make me feel like this.
It’s intoxicating and enough to make me an addict of the sensation.
I need air, I need water, and I need her pussy.
“Fuck,” is all I manage to whisper as I slowly begin fucking Olivia with the knife resting against her skin.
I stroke slowly at first so that I don't push her body forward and cut her unintentionally, but the feeling becomes overwhelming eventually and I find myself speeding up.
I keep my eyes trained on the knife and slowly drag it across her skin, but not enough to slice through, and I keep fucking her with my eyes on the blade, hoping she doesn't say her safe word.
As I pick up the intensity, her body starts to bounce, threatening to cut itself on the knife unless I ease up on the pressure, but I can feel the rush of an orgasm barreling forward and I don't want to stop it.
Just seeing the shining blade against her skin has me ready to combust.
“Fuck, I'm getting close,” I announce, as I continue thrusting hard.
Olivia’s breathing picks up, then she pounds the final nail in my coffin.
“Cut me,” she says.
My eyes widen. “What?”
“Cut me,” she repeats. “Please, Sir. I want to feel the pain.”
“Oh my god,” I say as I realize what’s happening. She's pushing through her own boundaries and is ready for me. My fucking god … this woman. I press down on the blade and watch as a tiny trickle of blood oozes from a thin wound on Olivia’s ass.
“Fuck!” she screams, then her arms and legs stiffen like they've been stricken with rigor mortis. “I'm coming, Sir!”
Her announcement is all I need to be tossed over the edge.
My orgasm sends my soul skyrocketing into orbit as Olivia and I come at the exact same time, both of us shaking and trembling as the blood streaks down her ass and drips onto the bed.
Stars are born in my vision and die in seconds as I squeeze my eyes shut, my very existence is completely overtaken by the beautiful agony of our reunion.