Chapter Twenty- Two
Olivia
T he rage that is burning inside me feels like I could walk through hell barefooted and walk right up to the devil and tell him to fuck off the throne because it’s mine now .
My eyelashes flutter fast, blinking away the tears of anger swelling in my eyes.
I know if I let the floodgates open, I will never do what needs to be done. Gloria is right; I do need to tell Hayes who I am.
The Audi stops outside his home and suddenly I feel the heat from my blood boiling descend south.
My pussy throbs with such force that I get lightheaded for a moment. I know what I am going to do, I have already made up my mind. Hayes is not going to like the end result, but maybe I can distract him long enough to give me an advantage.
I follow him into the front door, and I notice we are alone. If I want to do this, I need to do it quickly.
With his back turned toward me, he shimmies out of his coat jacket, and I take my opportunity to shimmy out of every piece of fabric on my body.
When he turns around, his eyes widen, and I am pretty sure the man licked his lips like I just gave him a buffet full of food.
“Well Mr. Ricci, I think I have an idea of what I want to do tonight.” I smirk, making eye contact.
In one swift motion, he is hovering over me, our noses almost touching and he grins a sinful, devilish grin. “What a confident girl you have become little doe,” he says and picks me up over his shoulder with ease carrying me up the stairs as I giggle.
Slamming me down on his bed, he steps back, taking off his tie and unbuttoning his white dress shirt.
I lean up on my elbows and watch as his eyes glisten with arousal, but he turns, walking to his dresser, grabbing a few things from it.
“What are you doing?” I ask, almost a little worried.
He chuckles deeply. “Deciding what torture, I want to put you through,” he says, but I can hear the smile in his tone.
He walks over to me, grabbing my wrists and putting cuffs on them. They are lace with fabric, so they don’t burn my skin, and he grabs clips to secure them into the rings on the headboard.
Odd, I have not noticed those before.
“Just had them installed,” he assures me as if he read my mind.
I grin; I guess one time was not enough for him.
With my back now at the head of the bed and my legs at his mercy, I can feel myself becoming more wet by the minute.
He walks back over to his drawer and retrieves something long and thick from inside and a bottle of lube.
“What is that?” I raise an eyebrow.
“A butt plug,” he says like it’s nothing.
My eyes widen. “Hayes,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry. I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”
I take a deep breath, trying my best to relax and trust him.
“I am going to flip you over, so you are on your knees,” he says deeply, and I look up at the ropes on my arms holding me down. “Don’t worry. There is slack in them. They will move with you once I release a little tension.”
He reaches above my arms on each side and makes room in the ropes to move with me.
In one fluid motion, he flips me on my stomach and the ropes cross as my hands steady me on the mattress.
Moving his hand to my hips, I am being made to stand on all fours. Slowly running his hands over my ass, over each cheek, and then down my legs, Hayes parts my legs further.
“What a beautiful sight you are,” he praises me.
My breathing labors with anticipation. “What are you going to do with me?”
He chuckles. “It’s a secret. If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
Yep, my pussy feels like it’s on fire from all the blood rushing to it.
I jump at the sudden sensation of his tongue swiping over my backside and embarrassment takes over because the sensation makes me want more so badly that I back up into him.
“Good girl.” he mumbles while his tongue unravels my back entrance.
My eyes flutter at the praises I am being given.
Right at the moment I think I am about to explode, Hayes pulls back from me, leaving me groaning in the pillow.
The son of a bitch smirks, “I think I need to make you want it a little more.”
A top pops on a bottle, getting my attention. Hayes brings the black plug he got from the drawer to the bottle and covers it in clear liquid.
“What is that?” I ask innocently.
The top of the bottle closes and his hands grabs my hips, squaring me up again. “This is so it goes in easier. Relax Olivia, it will hurt at first but then you’ll love it.”
I force down the panic that wants to surface and take a few deep breaths relaxing my muscles.
“That’s my girl,” Hayes praises again and it makes me relax even more.
He runs the tip of the plug over my back side and the cold lube makes me lunge forward for a moment before settling back down again.
A burning sensation takes over once he starts to push it inside and I shut my eyes hoping it will be over soon.
“This is the smallest one. We will work you up to the larger ones before I use my cock,” Hayes states pushing it in a little farther and leans down by my neck making a trail of kisses. “Relax Olivia. It’s almost in. You are doing so good.”
Every time he praises me, I relax a little more.
A moment later, my legs are being forced open wider, and Hayes slides himself in between them on his back, facing my front. “Now this is the fun part,” he assures me and reaches around the covers beside me grabbing something that looks like a remote.
“What is that—” I start, but before I can finish my sentence, he hits the button and the plug he just put in me starts vibrating, making my eyes roll back and my feet curl.
As if that was the best part, his hands grab my hips and bring my front to his face allowing him full access to my clit.
If this is what heaven feels like, I don’t want to know any different.
“Hayes!” I moan louder and louder with each suction he makes, and I think I may have a heart attack.
“That’s it. Good girl. Keep coming on my face. What a beautiful girl you are.” Hayes sings his worship to me, and it makes my whole body converge.
Not only do I soak him but the bed, too.
I don’t remember him removing the butt plug or cleaning me up.
All I remember is the sheer bliss of relaxation I feel as euphoria takes over my limbs.
“Now, my turn.” I smirk, pleading for him to untie me from the ropes.
He grins at me, “Who says I was done with you?”
His pants and boxers slide off within mere seconds, exposing his hard cock.
I have now been made to turn over on my back and without warning Hayes grabs my feet, pulling me to him holding my legs over his shoulders.
“I am going to fill you up,” he tells me and pushes right into me.
“Ahh!” I scream as the sensation burns at first but as he slowly pulls out and glides back in, the wetness from my previous orgasm makes the burning turn into the same sensation from the butt plug.
My noises of pain quickly turn into noises of pleasure. “Hayes. Oh fuck, Hayes.”
“That a girl. Milk me.” His words sound like hymns in my ears.
It does not take long before my muscles take over his rhythm and clamp down releasing a feelinglike I have never felt before.
He throws his head back enjoying his release, too, and that’s when I feel it; he unloads a warmth inside me.
We both fall over, both breathing wildly while we calm ourselves.
He lays beside me, eyes closed, and I feel like doing something I have never done before; I kiss him.
His eyes shoot open and for a moment, I think he might get mad.
Instead, he wraps his arm around me, leans in closer, and kisses me back.
No physical words are spoken but so much was said in that moment.
“Little doe,” he finally whispers, “what are you doing to me?”
My heart constricts and for a moment, I feel guilt. Guilt for what needs to be done.
Now I know I need to tell him the truth.
***
H IS brEATHING HAS BECOME slower as he finally falls off to sleep beside me.
I have laid here pretending to be asleep for awhile now hoping he would go to sleep, too.
His arm was wrapped around me for a while, but thankfully, he rolled over not too long ago.
Easing the covers off slowly, I grab my clothes from the floor and put them on as fast as I can while trying to be quiet.
I freeze when Hayes turns over in his sleep, catching myself from almost falling over as I only have one foot in my pants.
Thankfully, he stays asleep, and I am able to get dressed before making my way to the kitchen.
I check to make sure no one is around before grabbing a piece of paper and pen from the drawer. Taking a deep breath, I think for a moment, making sure this is what I want to do.
No, but it’s what I need to do.
Picking up the pen, I write:
Please don’t be mad at me.
There is something I have never told you. I am Olivia Ashton, Frances Ashton’s daughter. I need you to know how sorry I am that I never told you, but I was unsure who to trust. I have found some new information, and I have made up my mind. My father is going to pay for his sins. Please do not try to find me. Thank you for being good to me and caring. Try to be that way to others before you are labeled an asshole, and no one wants to work for you or be around you.
P.S. Please return Jessica’s apartment key to her. I will not be needing it anymore.
-Olivia
Placing the key to Jessica’s apartment next to the note on the bar, I take one last look at this house. Holding back my tears, I reach for the front door handle and head outside, thankful security is somewhere else for the moment.
It is time to take matters into my own hands. Those women in the Hope House and my mother deserve someone going to war for them.
But I am afraid Hayes might make his own war when he wakes up in the morning and finds my note.