5. Scarcity Mindset
Tuesday morning, they woke up and got ready separately. Olivia’s mind was heavy on their session tonight. Having never been to therapy, she was worried that the counselor was not going to understand their dilemma and worst of all judge her for giving up her rights to her child. Especially when she”d technically had an opportunity to get her back, because it wasn’t as if Vanessa was keeping her from Allison.
She’d been worried about it all weekend and knew she had been short with Colin. On top of school stress, she was sad that she felt things were changing within the dynamic with her sister and Allison. Though she knew Jonathan was a wonderful man and a much-needed father figure, she felt like she wasn’t needed anymore, and she began to start closing her heart off from her daughter even more. It hurt too bad to think about. And she didn’t want to discuss it in therapy.
And then there was Colin’s secret. She was so antsy she found herself talking back with Colin, and just withdrawing into herself. She hadn’t been this irritable since she was killing herself working at the diner.
Colin dropped her off at school and she struggled anew, finding that she’d barely passed an exam for one class, and missed reading an entire chapter for another.
By four in the evening, she’d realized she missed several texts from Colin, having been too immersed in just barely getting by to notice her phone. She walked briskly to where she knew he was parked and gave him a halfhearted smile as he rounded the car quickly to open the door for her. He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder as she attempted to get in the car.
“Hey, slow down,” Colin said, grabbing her backpack off her back and putting it into the back seat. She began to try and get into the car again, not meeting his eye. “Olivia, stop. Stop and look at me for a second.”
Olivia turned slowly and met his eye, barely holding back her tears.“I don’t want to look at you,” she whispered.
She kept her eyes on his chest as the tear she’d been holding back all day falling and splashing onto her cheek and she rubbed it away hard, sniffing. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she made herself stay still, waiting for his next move.
Colin walked her until her back was against the open car door and put his forearm on the top of the car and leaned in, affording them a little privacy. Her hackles went up as she realized he wasn’t letting her up until he got what he wanted. She glared at his chest before reaching up on her tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his lips.
His hand grasped her chin and held her still, he tilted her head up until she met his gaze.
The look he gave her was so searingly intimate that her world felt rocked for a split second, and she swayed on her feet. She let out a little whimper and she felt her face flush with emotion. Another tear fell out. Perhaps it was better that she cried before the appointment so she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of the counselor. He leaned down and sealed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. His tongue sweeping along hers ever so gently.
“I’m taking you to dinner before the appointment,” he said softly, he noticed her fingers fisting in her sweater. “It’s ok love, do you need to cry before we leave?” he asked suddenly, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
Olivia whined as she broke, all the pent up emotion just leaving her at once at his question. It was like she needed him to give her permission to let it out in front of him. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him, and she sank her fingers in his shirt. Crying silently into his sweater. All the while he kept his lips pressed to the crown of her head.
After a few minutes, she pulled back, shivering. They were still outside in the cold, but Colin wasn’t complaining, just giving her what she needed. She took a deep breath.
“Thank you,” she whispered, feeling him wipe her tears away. He helped her bundle into the car and dropped another kiss on her mouth before closing her door and getting into the other side.
“Colin?” Olivia said softly, as he was putting his phone on the car’s docking station. He grunted in acknowledgment, putting the restaurant’s address in the GPS.
“Can I pay for our dinner tonight?” she whispered, not looking at him.
He furrowed his brow as he turned to look at her, turning his whole body in the seat to face her. They regarded each other for a second. His stare always seeing too much.
“First, I need you to answer what it’s going to matter if you swipe your card, or I swipe mine?” he asked, an eyebrow arching. She furrowed her own back at him.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“Our money is combined, what’s mine is yours and all of that. You have access to everything baby, you haven’t looked at your account in a while?” Colin asked.
Olivia frowned, digging into her purse and pulling out her debit card. It looked the same. Then took out her phone and logged into her banking app, seeing too many numbers and dollar signs that betrayed that he had in fact merged their finances, without asking her. And she didn’t know because she thought she’d been paying for her school lunches and other things with the money he’d given her for the blueprints, not having a need to look at her accounts like she used to.
Olivia felt stripped of her last vestiges of independence. She felt her blood boil as she snapped mentally.
“Olivia-“
“SHUT THE FUCK UUUPPP,” she screamed at him so loud she felt like she burst a blood vessel.
She turned her back on him in the seat, facing the window and curling in on herself. Colin wisely kept quiet and took a deep breath, determined to make it through the evening. He knew that a break was coming and had been mentally preparing himself for it. He put the car into drive, and drove off slowly in the direction of the restaurant, attempting to get a handle on what was happening between them.
They sat at a secluded booth at a restaurant he’d chosen, and Colin pissed her off by ordering the most expensive bottle of wine they had on the menu. So, Olivia waited until they drank half of it before she knocked it off the table by ‘accident’, then promptly helped the waitress clean it up. She settled back in the seat and calmly ate the rest of her soup, feeling minutely better.
He waited until they were in the car before he locked the doors and turned to look at her.
She recoiled at the fury in his eyes.
“You’re going to get what you’re begging for, but we’re going to get through this therapy appointment first. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with you right now, but I have been an exceedingly patient man. You need to watch yourself before you bite off more than you can chew, little girl.”
Olivia slapped him across the face before she even knew she did it, hearing his groan as his head cracked to the side. He stayed there, his eyes closed and breathing deep. She gasped; eyes wide before she slowly turned to look out the front of the window. She began trembling, her breaths coming out panicked.
“There’s no need to shake. I would never retaliate by putting my hands on you back in anger,” he said, his tone clipped as he turned back to face the front.
“I’m s-s-sorry, Colin,” she whispered, barely able to hear her own voice through the blood rushing in her head.
Colin threw the car into drive and peeled off down the road. The car ride was uncomfortable, he didn’t even turn music on to break the tension, not saying a word to her. Soon they were at the therapist’s building. It was an indiscreet glass building with no identifiable markings other than a number for the address.
Colin rounded the car and opened her door, she didn’t even know if he looked at her as she was studiously not staring at him, too afraid to meet his eyes. He closed the car door with a slam that made her jump and she winced as he placed his hand on her lower back to escort her up the stairs.
Colin had already schooled his face into an impassive yet pleasant expression as he introduced her to Dr. Tyson.
Dr. Tyson was a short, yet intimidating African American male who had the kindest eyes she’d ever seen. She went to sit on the couch next to Colin, carefully perching herself stiffly, taking a peek around the room to relieve herself of the sudden rush of testosterone that took up the space.
Olivia saw a movement out the corner of her eye and saw that Colin had placed his hand palm up on the sofa between them.
She chanced a glance at him and noticed he still wasn’t looking at her. She tentatively placed her small hand in his and she felt tears prick the back of her eyes when he closed his hand over hers and squeezed softly, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles. She squeezed his back, leaning more into the seat and crossing her legs.
Dr. Tyson explained that he wanted to keep this session light, just an introduction. He spent time explaining his modality to Olivia, how long he’d been a therapist and wanted to know if she’d ever been to therapy, and what she expected to get out of therapy, individually and as a couple. He also spent some time going over their relationship, so he could get a better feel for their dynamic.
He was not shocked or gave any indication of judgment when Colin explained how they got married, and how quickly they got married… and that they were compatible in that way. The fact he liked to give pain and she liked to receive. The doctor wrote some notes on that, and Colin squeezed her hand again when she was unconsciously trying to lean forward to see his notes.
Olivia relaxed back into the seat. She got really embarrassed when the doctor brought up their age gap, not at the age gap itself but at Colin’s obvious pleasure behind it. It was the same pleasure she found that he took in when he spent a lot of money, or really did anything that meant he had power.
But she quickly realized that he didn’t abuse that power.
His sadism was only limited to their sexual relationship. Which was apparently very tame at the moment compared to how it could be. When the doctor brought that up, Colin spoke about how he was aware that though they got married very quickly, he wasn’t rushing or pushing the dominant submissive lifestyle they were leading; preferring to sit back and observe what Olivia really responded to and what he felt she could tolerate in their early stages of marriage.
He stated that due to her fragile emotions lately he didn’t want to inadvertently do something to damage her mental health if she wasn’t yet strong enough to tolerate such a dramatic shift in their dynamic.
This information shocked her, at how much he’d been holding back due to her. And she felt comforted and considered.
Olivia appreciated that and expressed so when the doctor asked her.
“Yes,” Olivia said, licking her lips and shifting in her seat uncomfortably. “I had only ever been with one person, one time before I met Colin. And I found that I was utilizing other means to satisfy that need inside of me, unconsciously. I worked hard because I needed money, but now looking back, I relished the pain I put my body through. Not knowing what I really needed. I still find myself sometimes, when Colin and I aren’t… aren’t...” she trailed off. Not knowing exactly how to say it.
She pointedly kept her eyes from straying over to her husband.
“This is a safe space, Olivia,” Dr. Tyson said, smiling at her gently. She took a deep breath.
“When we aren’t intimate the way I need it…I feel almost like a ticking time bomb when I don’t get…my needs taken care of. It makes everything else worse. So much worse,” she whispered, knowing her face was bright red. She pulled her hand from Colin’s and gripped them together harshly.
“I’m struggling in my studies right now, I’m back in my architectural program and I’m starting back in the hardest classes after having over four years off and I’m struggling,” she paused, her eyes briefly flickering up to find the therapists kind ones. “I’m struggling with feeling like a failure. I just found out today I basically failed a test. I feel like I’m disappointing Colin, my sister, and Allison. I’ve pulled away from her to protect myself,” she sniffled and whispered her thanks as Colin handed her a couple of Kleenexes. She wiped her nose and crumpled the tissue in her hand. “And I also feel bad because Colin’s opened up a whole world to me and I just want to be worthy of it. So, I can’t fail. I never fail! But I just don’t know what to do. All I’ve ever known since I was fourteen years old is to shut off my emotions and work. Succeed at my efforts,” she sighed.
“You don’t feel worthy?” Dr. Tyson inquired, settling back a little and putting his kind eyes on hers. She shook her head.
“I was killing myself to make fifteen grand a month. For my niece and my sister,” she left out that the niece was actually her daughter. “She has a medical condition. But anyways, life has been so hard, and all I knew how to do was work. Then Colin appeared out of nowhere, literally in a storm and wouldn’t leave me alone for a month trying to get me on a date. I didn’t know he was so well off. With the simple swipe of a card he can buy ANYTHING he wants, things that would take me a lifetime to work for. It just seems so….so….” she paused.
“Go on.” Dr. Tyson said, his ballpoint pen poised over his paper.
“Surreal. Like why did I, of all people, hit the lottery like this?” she whispered. “My parents are dead, my d-niece, dropping out of school to take care of my sick grandpa, barely able to make ends meet. Colin didn’t know this but… I hadn’t eaten in two days when he took me out on our first date. He took me to a restaurant and spent two grand on a meal when all I needed was a three dollar cheeseburger to fill me up,” she refused to meet his gaze when Colin turned his attention rather noticeably towards her.
“So, you’ve been surviving with a scarcity mindset, and the drive of a hustler, and then you up and marry a man- a self-professed sadist at that- within months, who gets off on the power of making money. And having a ton of it at that…and you’re surprised why your mind can’t settle? Why you’re so emotional?” Dr. Tyson said softly, not even scribbling in his notepad. She scrunched her nose.
“Olivia, I love you,” Colin said softly. “Even if I was financially broke, I would still love you. My money, yes, is a bonus and I want you to enjoy it. How I built my company is a product of the trauma I have to live with for the rest of my life. I love that someone who actually needs it, who damn sure deserves it, can use it. And won’t take advantage of it? You are a blessing to me. You’re a gift baby,” Colin reached out and grasped her hand once more, giving her a firm squeeze.
She tentatively met his gaze and bit her lip as she tried to decipher the look on his face.
“So, Olivia, you haven’t asked Colin to give you what you need, and Colin, you’re too afraid to take her there? Why?” the doctor said, shifting in his seat and scribbling on his notepad.
“Tyson, you know me. You know how I am. I’m scared to take her there. I’m scared of running her off. Maybe it’s too soon? We’re too fragile right now?” Colin whispered, his hand tightening on hers.
“Why do you think I’m going to run away Colin?” she whispered, turning more towards him and searching his eyes. He met her look with a sad one of his own. He took his free hand and racked it through his hair in a small gesture of insecurity that she was not familiar with coming from him.
“Because, when you find out what happened when I was a teenager, and then you find out just how real it can get for us in the bedroom… I’m scared it’s going to be too much and you’re going to leave me. That’s why I had that clause drawn up in our prenup. It really was the only stipulation,” he said softly, his hand leaving hers once more and scrubbing down his face.
Her eyes narrowed. “I hit him, shortly before we got here, I lost it and hit him,” she said, turning to Dr. Tyson.
“And why did you do that?” Dr. Tyson asked, scribbling now.
“I think it’s because…. unconsciously…I want that reaction out of him, I need him to give me what I need. I want him to ground me. I won’t leave you Colin. Not because of this,” she whispered, opening and desperate for him to see.
Inside her mind, she was holding the lid off her box of hurts and gesturing for him to go inside and explore.
“Colin, she’s telling you that she’s ready. Do you hear it?” Dr. Tyson said his attention focused now on Colin.
Colin gave them both a short nod.
“Not until I tell her what happened, Doctor,” he said, leaning forward and scrubbing his hand once again down his jaw.
Dr. Tyson nodded. “That’s fair,” he said, closing his notebook. Olivia felt herself deflate slightly, the leather of the couch feeling hot against her body.
“Ok, we’re at the end of session, and we can discuss more next time when we can give the topic adequate holding space. For homework I want you each to write down what it is you want the other to know. We will then read it outloud at the beginning of our next session next week,” the doctor stood up and shook both of their hands and led them to the elevator.
The drive home was harder than the drive there, if that was even possible. Olivia kept thinking about the slap she had given Colin, knowing that he was going to punish her one way or another.
“Colin...” she said.
“I think therapy is going to be good for us,” he said suddenly, taking the turn that led them into their neighborhood.
“Colin-“ she tried again, turning in her seat slightly. Her fingers grasped her seatbelt hard, twisting against the restraint, wishing it was another type of restraint.
“No, Olivia. When we get home I want you to take a shower and go to bed. Leave your backpack in the car and leave your phone with me,” Colin interrupted, holding his hand out. Olivia placed it into his hand and watched as he pocketed it and hit the button for their gate and drove slowly up the curved driveway.
Olivia let him walk her into the house and then blinked when he continued through and made his way to a door that led to the outside without another word to her. She took the stairs up, hearing the door close behind him. She showered and cried, feeling vulnerable after their first therapy appointment, but not knowing what to do to fix this sudden chasm that opened between them.
Completely mentally exhausted, she fell into bed and crashed. She was so sick of crying.
A couple hours later, Olivia had awoken with a start, and noticed that Colin’s side of the bed was empty, the covers not even ruffled, betraying he hadn’t come to bed. Rising, she spotted her phone on the nightstand next to her, charging. Colin had come in at some point to check on her. She looked at her phone, seeing it wasn’t even midnight yet.
She grabbed her phone and padded downstairs, trying to find him. He wasn’t in the house that she could tell.
Taking her phone, she unlocked it and texted him.
Where are you? Did you run away? -O
She was mixing a drink, now wide awake, and a couple minutes passed before she heard her phone ding.
Do you have to be so insulting? I’m in the guesthouse, come here. -C
She went back upstairs and hurriedly threw on a tank top and a pair of sweatpants before grabbing her drink and shoving her feet in a pair of Ugg slippers she usually wore on the grounds around the house. She walked out the backdoor and made her way to the heated path that led to the guest house, seeing the lights on there, with more landscaping lights leading the way.
She was busy bracing herself against the cold air when suddenly music swarmed the space from hidden speakers in the landscaping. The sounds of a deep bass and a skilled guitar riff filled her ears. She had a prickle of awareness as she walked, sipping her drink to help calm her nerves.
Sliding the door open, Olivia took a second to let her eyes adjust to the dimmed lighting of the small house. Turning, she saw Colin standing in the middle of the room and shredding a guitar against the sounds of the music track. He was in a deep gray T-shirt and loose dark jeans. His muscled arms worked the guitar vigorously, the veins in his forearm standing out in sharp relief.
Olivia’s eyebrows raised as she looked around in shock.
He was in the big space that would normally be used as the entertainment center, and he’d seemingly converted it into a small studio. The space was dark, intimate, and a slightly dangerous feeling settled over her as the space seemed to pulse with Colin’s aura. The notes he was playing were a skilled piece, and Olivia found herself raising an eyebrow at him when he caught her eye, extremely impressed.
His fingers worked the strings in a complicated rhythm, and Olivia felt herself getting wet just watching him.
Her breathing became ragged at the unparalleled sexiness of him wielding the guitar and the strength in his body being aimed at the instrument, knowing that he unleashed that same power on her. She kicked off her shoes and walked over to the plush sofa. He caught her eye as she folded her legs under herself, and he transitioned his song into a track she recognized from a famous movie. Surprising her even further, he leaned into the microphone stand and began to belt out the lyrics, his rich voice growling into the mic.
Olivia’s jaw dropped in shock as she watched this man lose himself singing to the music.
Looking around, she really took stock of her space once more, seeing what looked to be thousands of dollars of professional equipment lining the walls around them. Colin had never once alluded to her that music was a hobby or passion of his, however looking back, she realized it made sense. Music was always around them; he asked her to make personal playlists for him, he’d had an expensive sound system all throughout the house ready to go at the touch of a finger.
He even fucked her to musical playlists he’d carefully curated.
Thinking of fucking, Olivia felt her body get hot, her heartbeat pounding against her chest. She took a healthy drink of her liquor and winced feeling her body overheating. The sounds of the bass and guitar were pounding into her body. She put her drink down, maintaining eye contact with Colin as she shimmied out of her shirt and sweatpants. He held her eye contact the entire time, his eyes smoldering into that hot intense look that intimidated her, tortured her, and that she loved so much.
He didn’t miss a beat as she leaned against the plush pillows and arranged her hair around herself, feeling it flow down her arms and breasts, tickling her waist. She looked over him hotly, pulling her legs up and smoothing one hand to cup her breast, and pulling her other hand down to smooth over her mound.
Watching him work his guitar, she licked her lips and began to play with herself like he played with his guitar. She could not believe how turned on she was and looking down saw her pink nipples poking out through her hair. She twisted one and gasped sharply, tensing as her fingers also grasped her sensitive clit. She felt the wetness on her fingers and moved up her hand to lick it off seductively, slightly embarrassed but knowing he liked that.
She heard the minute mistake in his playing as she did and knew that she was affecting him.
Olivia closed her eyes, moaning as she sunk a finger inside of herself, pumping hard. Imagining it was his cock, his fingers, or his tongue inside of her instead. Her mind filled with dirty images of them together, and the sound of his voice filled her ears as she arched off the couch with a cry. The fierceness of the orgasm took her by surprise. Her skin felt like razor blades were being pulled across the delicate flesh she was so sensitive.
She’d briefly doubted her sanity at doing this so blatantly in front of him, especially when he hadn’t gotten his after her bratty behavior during the day. Her thoughts took a left turn, remembering them doing anal at the beginning of the weekend and realizing that’s why she’d been on edge. She’d been left reeling, feeling incredibly vulnerable after their moment on the couch in the media room.
Dazed, she blinked slowly and began to close her legs, feeling more exposed than she was comfortable with.
“Keep them open mama,” she heard Colin growl through the mic.
He turned and clicked a button on his laptop, putting his guitar down on a stand, the instrumental music resumed as normal through the speakers. He grabbed the mic and lowered it, picking it up and placing it next to her head on the side of the couch. She looked at him in alarm.
“Colin, what are you doing? I’m not singing!” Olivia looked at him in alarm. Her voice echoed around the room through the mic. She might be talented at dancing, but she could not sing to save her life.
“Incorrect, you’re about to sing me a special song,” Colin grated out in his rough voice, and Olivia noticed his face was pulled tight. He ripped off his shirt and she realized he was barely restraining himself. His movements betrayed the barely suppressed violence of his actions.
“No, I can’t!” Olivia gasped, suddenly trying to get up. She looked at him with wide eyes as he shot out a hand and pushed her back down with a big hand on her chest.
“Open your legs and bend your knees back. You’ve been too mouthy with me, and I don’t appreciate it. You’ve forgotten your place, huh?” he asked, cocking his head at her. That invisible string between them tightened, strengthening just a bit more.
She whimpered as she complied. His voice taunting her, echoing around her in the small space, pulling against her and hardening against her defenses.
“Bend your knees back further. Further. Arch your back harder. Don’t fucking test me, Olivia,” he growled down at her.
Olivia whimpered, hearing that through the mic as well as she quickly jerked her knees back, holding them tight with her hands. Her body quickened again at his veiled threat, her heart pounding hard. She reddened in embarrassment and started shaking her head, tears filling her eyes at the magnitude of the moment. Having kicked his pants off he laid his body on top of hers, placing a hand on the side of her head to still her movements.
She bit her lip as she smelled her arousal, she was dripping.
“If you even think that because we’re married that it voided our original agreement, you are sadly mistaken Olivia,” he said down to her, his authority scratched at the already overstretched and sensitive nerve endings of her mind and body. “You will do as you’re told.”
He moved, notching the thick crown into her slit.
“I’m going to bruise this pretty cunt,” Colin said, his dark eyes flashing at her. “This is going to hurt. And if you don’t give me what I want and try to close off those sexy screams of yours, I’m going to make it hurt worse.”
Olivia arched hard, pressing her chest into his as she clenched suddenly. His words too much, tipping her off into an orgasm that reached into the deepest recesses of her mind. And instinctively she knew that the next orgasm was going to blow her to so many pieces she wouldn’t be able to put herself back together again without any help.
Fuck.
Colin waited patiently until she lowered back down to the couch. He looked deep into her eyes before his abs tightened and he slammed himself home in one solid thrust so hard he’d shoved her up the couch on a growl. Her wild screams pierced the room, echoing through the help of the microphone stationed by her head as he proceeded to fuck her harder than he’d ever fucked her yet.
He was pissed and unleashing his frustration onto her willing helpless body.
The sharp slaps of their bodies meeting, mixed with her screams, broken moans, and cries filled the room. He growled, the sound echoing loudly around them. He persisted, not letting up on the pace, and his lungs burned for air as he tugged her hips off the edge of the couch and really put his back into it, shoving all of his body weight into her. Fresh cries pierced the air at this new angle.
The couch slammed hard against the wall, and he briefly thought about Jonathan and the check he had to write to cover the expense of the damage he and Vanessa did to his guest room that required him to contract work out to fix the drywall. He pounded into Olivia harder at the thought and silently reveled in her sharp scream.
Colin looked down into her shocked face, his brow furrowed and his face was tight with tension. He grunted, thrusting hard in between each sentence, their flesh colliding sharply. Olivia’s heart beat wildly at the sound of his voice, harsh and gruff as he spoke down into her face.
“You’ve been back talking me.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Being fucking moody.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Picking fights with me.”
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“Then had the nerve to hit me? It’s like you’re fucking itching for it. Keeping this greedy cunt satisfied is like having a full-time job. You better be glad I like work, baby,” Colin snarled on a vicious downstroke that had her arching her body off the couch. He pushed her down hard, stunning her.
“Colin.” Olivia shrieked; her cries falling on deaf ears. He blatantly ignored her. Her safe word was on the tip of her tongue.
“I don’t even care that you’re going to be sore, imagining the look on your face when you lower yourself into the seats at school because you’re going to be too tender to sit down right is what’s going to get me through the rest of the week. Yeaaah,” he groaned, the low sexually charged sound rumbling through his chest, the primal sound awakening something even more wild inside of her that she couldn’t explain.
Her safe word dissipated, and she snatched her one opportunity to get what she truly craved from him.
“You’re not fucking me hard enough,” she snarled up at him, her eyes flashing defiantly at him. Her fingers clawed into his back.
Colin narrowed his eyes and reached forward and slapped her cheek, not a true slap but a stinging one. She gasped and narrowed her own eyes back at him. He slapped her again, his eyes wild on hers.
He wanted a reaction, so she unclasped her hands and tore at his hair, pulling hard and screamed again, this time in shock and fright as they fell to the floor with a crash. They tore at each other like animals, and suddenly Colin lowered and bit into the juncture of her shoulder and neck with his teeth, breaking the delicate skin of her neck.
She screamed, bucking under him, trying to tear him off her or pull him in closer, she wasn’t sure. “Slap me Goddamnit it!” she screeched, clawing at him again.
She rejoiced when she felt the hot stinging pain burst across her face and she arched violently, screaming so loud she lost her voice.
The mic stand fell to the floor with their actions, and she raked her nails down his back hard, overcome with lust. He roared with pain, reaching for her arms and slamming her hands into the floor above her. He lowered his head and took a straining nipple into his mouth in a harsh bite, tugging and pulling.
She felt the room spin as her orgasm hit her so hard that she screamed in a panic as her vision wavered, feeling her body completely blow apart, arching and bucking wildly underneath him.
Heaving screams left her body, tortured sounds that she’d never heard herself make before. Her orgasm felt like it broke her in half, and the only thing grounding her was Colin’s teeth on her nipple and his hard dick nailing her to the floor, holding her together, tethered to him.
It lasted forever, and he just waited patiently as he rubbed out her pleasure, making it last even longer.
She lay there underneath him, shivering, feeling like her body was caught on fire. He looked down at her, his own chest heaving as he paused in his brutal thrusts. He reached for her face suddenly and roughly scrubbed his palm across her jaw and mouth, wiping the spit from her chin. Her eyes closed, and she tried to turn her face, shame suddenly filling her.
“Don’t you dare look away from me,” he growled, forcing her face to him once again. “I fucking love making you lose control. We have nothing to be embarrassed about, do you understand me?”
Olivia gave him a nod, and blinked the sudden rush of tears away. She gave a pained whimper when he ground himself into her hard. His hand flexed hard on her wrists as he began to thrust again.
“I’m not done,” Colin said, leaning down to take her mouth, this time swallowing her cries. She moaned as he began to twine the extension cord from the mic around her neck, holding her in place for his brutal pounding.
He loved to punish her this way, and loved that she loved it as much as he did.