Chapter Eight #4
“No, but his twin is, you bastard,” she replied with a
little pout.
He slapped her ass again and was about to give her a lecture
about politeness when he realized why she’d done it. He wasn’t going fast
enough for her. He spanked her again. “Sorry, sweetheart. I was taking my time
with the exchange. You keep talking. We want to know everything.”
She needed the physical sensation to feel safe enough to
talk. Needed this to be part of the play. He could give that to her.
Garrett relaxed a bit and put a hand on her hair. “So you
continually find yourself in situations with a top and a switch?”
Keane brought his hand down again, loving how she responded.
“Bobby’s not a switch. I don’t think he’s explored enough to
know what he is, but Will is definitely a top. It was weird when he kissed me
because it was Bobby I loved. Will and I got along fine, but there wasn’t a
real spark between us. Until then, and I’m fairly certain I would have felt the
spark from any dominant partner. But it was confusing to kiss the boy I thought
I loved and feel nothing and get all hot and bothered by the one I knew I
didn’t.”
Another set of smacks and her cheeks were getting a nice
rosy sheen to them. “You can be attracted to someone and not love them.”
She smiled, wiggling her ass a bit which let him know not to
stop. “I think there’s a whole trope about that. Enemies to lovers. I love to
read it, but I have seen too many enemies try to come on to me for the wrong
reasons that I don’t want it in real life. I like friends to lovers more.”
Another smack, and she was starting to relax. She needed
this. It wasn’t merely about sex. Her body took this kind of pain and turned it
into something that relaxed her, allowed her to let go.
“You knew Bobby was gay when he kissed you?” He wanted all
the clarifications. He needed to know if she was still in love with a man she
couldn’t have. A man who might love her in one way but couldn’t give her what
she needed.
“He never lied. I lied to myself.”
This was where the discipline came in. Being a Dom was being
part therapist. A hard smack sounded through the air. “You were fourteen. It
was puppy love, and that is a sweet kind of love.” Another smack. “You were
young. You loved him. He had a twin who fit into the lifestyle you were born
into. You understood that kind of relationship, so of course you wanted it. You
did not lie to yourself. You were too young to understand.”
He saw the tears in her eyes, but he didn’t think they were
from physical pain. She needed to hear the truth because sometimes it was hard
for the heart to understand. A woman like Olivia would take the responsibility
on herself. She was the type of woman who took more responsibility than
necessary because she was in control all the time.
So when her girlhood dreams imploded, she wrongly blamed
herself.
“I’m fine with it. I have been for a long time,” she gasped
between spanks.
“You’re fine with him. You’re not fine with yourself,”
Garrett said quietly. “You were fourteen. When did you date that asshole Jason?
That guy who was the absolute opposite of your kind, intelligent dream boy.”
Garrett was no dummy. This was exactly where he wanted to
go.
Olivia stopped. “You think I…oh, I did. I did do that. And
then I dated Scott because he fit into my life. I’ve never dated just because I
fit with someone.”
“Until one night when you picked two guys because they
looked good to you,” Garrett concluded.
“I always thought…” She stopped.
He could finish it for her. “You thought your instincts are
all wrong and that anyone you want is going to end up being bad for you. But
that’s not true. No one has great instincts when it comes to our partners.
Relationships form for different reasons. Some fall apart. Some stick together
because everyone works hard to make sure they grow together instead of apart.”
“Is that what happened with you and Garrett?”
Such an innocent-sounding question. And so loaded, but he
promised he would answer.
She needed something to help her get through her
vulnerability. So did he. “Garrett, could you get the plug?”
He slapped his hands together. “Thought you’d never ask.”
“Plug?” Olivia squeaked out the question.
He knelt down so she could see him. “Oh, has my poor
princess never taken a plug?”
That plump bottom lip of hers pouted. “There’s never been a
reason.”
“There is now, and we don’t have much time. Tell me you
don’t want to be between us and we can move on to the sex.”
Her mouth formed a stubborn line.
Plug it was then. He stood and took the plug from Garrett.
He liked the playroom. It was intimate in a way the club wasn’t. The plug was
perfectly lubed up and ready to go.
It was good to have a partner.
“You want to get her ready?” Keane asked.
“Are you asking if I want to rub lube on her asshole and
shove my finger up there like I’ll shove my cock in someday? Yes. Yes, I would
like to do that.” Garrett moved between her perfectly placed legs and spread
her cheeks.
Keane moved back to kneel beside Olivia. “As for how my
relationship with Garrett happened, it was fast and slow and all the things in
between. That’s what happens when you’ve known someone for half your life.”