Chapter Eleven #4
When we reach the house, I walk her down the path after sending Jimmy home with the car. She doesn’t tell me I can’t stay, so I assume she’s fine with it.
She unlocks the door, and as we step into the house, the glow of the living room light warms the room.
The date has gone better than I could have imagined.
She leaned into me, held my hand, and let me touch her.
She’s been as playful as she was when I was under her control in the basement.
It gives me hope that she’s believing me when I say I’m not going to hurt her.
But I temper my feelings. I can’t overwhelm her with this.
It’s new to us both, but this change in dynamic is much more difficult for her.
This has been inevitable to me since last week, probably since before then.
But she tased me yesterday. So I’m going to have to live up to my word and be patient.
She stands, looking at the floor awkwardly. I run my fingers through her hair, with my other hand cupping her jaw. She licks her bottom lip before biting it lightly.
Fuck.
Any other date, any other woman, I’d take. Take her mouth, take her tongue, take her to bed. I’d take and take until there was nothing left for her to give.
I use my thumb to pull her lip down, all while she’s looking up at me with a mixture of lust and apprehension. It’s too soon, I know this.
“Tonight was better than I could have imagined. You’re perfect, Olivia.”
“You were mostly a gentleman, something that surprised me.”
I grin wickedly, desperate to spar a little longer with her.
Sighing, I run my fingers down her arm. When I reach her hand, I draw it up to my lips and kiss her knuckles.
“Good night, Killer.”
She frowns a little, and with a sag in her shoulders, she whispers, “Good night, Austin.”
For the second night in a row, I willingly descended the stairs to the basement alone.
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Rolling over for the fifth time in as many minutes, I’m torn between striding up the stairs to pin Olivia to her bed or going for a run to shake off my discomfort.
I never used to consider options. I would take what I wanted, when I wanted it.
And it was clear Olivia wanted me as much as I did her.
At least her body did. But as discussed with Dr. Alfie, I’m in this for the long haul.
My dick is protesting, but my chest is puffed out with pride.
My control around her is hanging by a thread, but I cling to it like a life preserver.
I won’t let my past dictate how I behave now.
That being said, there’s nothing wrong with watching her for a few moments as she sleeps. That wouldn’t technically be breaking the rules. And given that I’ve already watched her sleeping once before, it doesn’t really count.
With that justification, I slip out from under the blanket and pad up the stairs.
Despite not being locked in the basement, my heart rate increases as I sneak through the moonlit hallway and into the living area.
Reaching the stairs, I keep my feet close to the edges of the steps so as not to creak any loose floorboards.
My mouth waters in anticipation as I take the final step on the stairs. A red glow hums from her room and the door is open an inch. Perhaps she’s not asleep yet.
I stalk toward her bedroom door and position myself so I can peer through the crack.
A small moan rings through my ear, and my first concern is that she’s having some kind of nightmare.
I could push my way through, smooth back the hair from her face, and soothe her out of her bad dream.
But I pause for just a moment as another moan escapes her lips.
The blanket ruffles around her as I watch her bent knees part.
“Yes, Austin, just like that.”
Holy shit.
The gods are testing my resolve today, testing the strength of every fiber of my being.
I watch through the crack, undoing the button of my pants and slipping my hand down beneath my boxers.
I’m as hard as stone, no surprise there.
I grip the base of my cock, pulling upward; my release is imminent.
Like a goddamn teen who’s seen a girl naked for the first time, I’m ready to blow my load at her soft whimpers.
I can’t hear any noise except her own, so I know she’s only using her fingers. How I wish she’d kick off the blanket and expose her bare pussy for me.
“Yes, please . . . I need it. I need you .”
Fuck. Me.
My girl likes to beg, and I store that tidbit away for later.
Her breathing quickens, and I watch as her head pushes back against the pillow, her back arching, legs falling further and further apart.
She’s close. Her left arm reaches up and grips the bar of her bed frame.
Her knuckles turn white from the strength of her hold.
She lifts her hips, and I practically thrust mine into the vise hold I have around my cock.
She cries out my name one more time, and I lose all semblance of control.
I pump myself faster and faster, and as her hips pulse up and down into her fingers, I allow myself to come.
My orgasm powers through me, pulsing up to my head, causing my eyes to roll back into my skull.
My toes tingle as my blood soars around my body.
I have never fucking come so hard. Euphoria settles through me like an anchor falling through deep water.
I pump myself a few more times, relishing the power she has over me, the sticky residue of my orgasm coating the inside of my briefs and my hand as I watch her come down from her own climax.
She brings both hands on top of the blanket now but stares at the ceiling, smiling, a small giggle reaching her lips.
She pulls her knees back together and swings her legs off the bed so her feet touch the floor. Her panties are around her ankles, and she pulls them up before I have the chance to see any more of her.
As she heads toward me, I step back quickly.
She’s not ready for the real me to invade her fantasy.
I’m halfway down the unlit hallway as she opens the door.
As I creep carefully down the first step, I watch her swing into the bathroom, switching on the light so I can see the burgundy panties and matching silky sleep top in all its glory.
Olivia washes her hands and then leans against the vanity.
She glares intently at herself, until a small curve breaks on her lips, and she caresses her collarbone with her fingertips.
The flush of her orgasm still stains her neck, and I fight back the urge to creep up behind her to run my tongue along the flush.
She sighs, smiling to herself again before flicking off the light and heading back down toward the red glow of her bedroom.