7. BJs and New Friends
The rest of the week flew by, and Colin called the architectural firm to see if Olivia could do a tour and speak with a couple interns and full-fledged architects who worked there, thinking that maybe it would help her get over this bout of difficulty at her school.
Soon it was Friday, and Olivia solidified plans with Stella before they left campus. She’d had to drive to school that day, as Colin had a business lunch and a full day of work.
She called him before she took off.
“Hey love, I’m headed to run an errand, and then home. When are you getting to the house and what time do you think we’ll be heading out?” she asked, making the merge to get on the highway.
“Olivia,” Colin rasped in his husky voice. She could hear him settling down further in his chair and the muted sound of what she knew was his glasses hitting the desk. “Are you looking forward to seeing me baby? You hardly ever call, you mostly text me.”
She gave him a little giggle.
“I am looking forward to having some fun tonight, yes.” she admitted. His buttery voice doing dangerous things to her imagination. “It’s much needed, this week has been especially difficult, you know. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“It’s my pleasure,” Colin waited a beat before he asked the question; Olivia knew he would catch it. “So where are you going, you said you had an errand to run?”
“Ohhhh, can we just keep this one thing secret? I’m picking up a gift for you,” Olivia said gently.
“Hmmm…you know I don’t like secrets, but I will relent if you text me the moment you get there, and the minute you leave to head home. I won’t pry and look at your location, you may turn it off if you’d like just for this,” his dominating presence radiated out through the phone, causing her to blush. She made a small sound in her throat as she turned into the parking lot of the jewelry store.
“No need for that, Colin. I’m already here. I’ll text you when I’m headed home.”
They hung up and she walked through the store to get the embellished tie clip that she special ordered just for him. It was an engraved, simple silver piece that said ‘OM’ on the front, and on the back had an engraving. To my very own Clark Kent. With love, Olivia. While she was there, she browsed around their men’s ring department and found a piece that screamed Colin. But it was very expensive, hosting a series of black diamonds.
She stood there for a moment, and Dr. Tyson’s voice appeared in her head. His scarcity mindset comment had been bugging her since the appointment.
Colin’s voice now entered the picture, speaking about how much of a turn-on it was for him to have money and the power associated with it hit her hard. Gritting her teeth, she asked the man to check the size on the ring; it was Colin’s of course. Feeling her heart pound, she purchased both the ring and the tie clip and fought back a wave of nausea at the price, so she added insurance just in case.
Carefully stowing the bag into her purse, she made her way to her car and texted Colin she was on her way home.
Walking into the house she greeted Beth and Mary who were currently packing up to leave for the day and gave them both a kiss on the cheek on the way to their bedroom. She went to the bathroom and stowed the boxes on the vanity before changing her mind and taking it into their walk-in closet and pressing the button that released his watch, cuff link, and ring drawer. She took the gifts out of the boxes and then stowed them side by side, closing the drawer back.
She picked out her outfit, a cream cashmere sweater with a matching skirt and red fuck me jimmy choo heels, laying the items on the bed. She jumped into the shower quickly, doing her business so she could focus on her hair, blowing it out into big shiny waves that tumbled down her back.
Olivia heard the moment Colin got home because music played through the speaker, an easy relaxing tempo. She hoped that had meant he’d had a good day, she was looking forward to having some much-needed time with him tonight on a fun outing.
She was putting the last of her makeup on, standing in an expensive hunter green lingerie set when Colin appeared in the doorway. He stopped and leaned against it, moving his eyes down her form and making an appreciative noise in his throat. It was so blatantly sexual of a sound, she stopped applying mascara for a second to stare at him, doing her own once over. He’d removed his tie and jacket, unbuttoned the top two buttons revealing his chest hair and the top of his tattoos, and rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white button up shirt.
“God you’re so sexy,” he said, rubbing his jaw and staring at the front of her reflection in the mirror. She smiled and attached a ruby red stud earring to her ear.
“You’re sexier,” she said, licking her lips as she attached the other earring and turned smoothly to face him, closing the distance between them and smoothing her hands down his chest.
“It’s a pity the driver’s going to be here soon, we could have had a quickie,” she whispered. He graced her with a slow dangerous smile.
“You’re not topping from the bottom pet, not tonight. I’ll decide if we have a quickie or not,” he whispered, leaning down to take her mouth in a rough kiss. Olivia was glad she didn’t put lipstick on. She’d noticed earlier on that lipstick would be a rarity, as Colin almost always had his mouth on her.
“Where’s my gift?” he said as he pulled back, giving her that intense stare that was also mixed with something new, a fresh excitement that made him look slightly younger. She melted a little at the sight and felt so silly that it took her so long to do something nice for him. She penciled in wanting to give him a gift at least weekly, something that would make his week a little brighter.
Olivia flashed him a wide smile and lightly pushed him through the door. Pulling him into their closet, she studied him, chewing her lip and nervously wringing her fingers.
“You don’t have to like it,” she blurted out. “I literally got it on a whim and-“
“Olivia,” Colin interrupted, but she kept speaking as if she couldn’t hear him.
“We can take it back, it’s not too late. I have insurance on it, and I can sell it or something,” she finished breathlessly. She grabbed onto his forearm anxiously. Her cheeks were pink.
“Give. Me. My. Gift. Now,” he growled, folding his arms and widening his stance. He gave her a filthy ‘don’t fuck with me’ look that had her scrambling to open the drawer. She winced as the drawer flew out then caught, before slowly sliding back in. She moaned, tilting her head, wanting the floor to open up and swallow her whole.
“It’s there,” she whispered, trembling. She was way more nervous than the time she’d gifted him with the tie and beard set at the beginning of their relationship.
He looked at her and gave her a crooked smile as he pulled the drawer open wider. She could tell the minute he saw them, nestled amongst his other belongings. His breath hitched and stopped as he reached in slowly to take out the clip and ring. He saw her initials before turning it and reading the inscription on the back. His nostrils flared and his eyes flashed as he suddenly whipped his head to her.
He seared her to the bone with that look. “Get the fuck on your knees,” Colin snapped, placing the items back and closing the drawer.
“Colin-” she gasped, confused. She licked her lips, her weight shifting to one foot as he suddenly unbuckled his belt.
“Get on your knees before I push you down there myself,” he bit out. Olivia’s eyes widened in excitement at the vision of him pulling out his beautiful cock.
Olivia whimpered as she felt her panties flood with moisture, her mouth suddenly filled with saliva and she hit her knees hard, attacking him. Mouthing the tip, she licked along the seam and then took him deep. She squealed as he suddenly grabbed her head and pushed hard, fucking her mouth so relentlessly that she fell back on her ass with the sudden onslaught and scooched back as he pistoned his dick in and out of her mouth.
Looking up wildly at him she moaned as she felt the back of her head hit the island in the closet, she was trapped between the cabinet and his body. He fucked harder, pressing deep until he reached the ring of her throat.
Olivia cried out around his thickness, fighting her gag reflex. She was acutely aware that her mascara was running, spit dripping off her chin. He suddenly reached down to grab her jaw and he angled her head higher before his thighs suddenly flexed and he pushed a couple inches past the ring in her throat, making her scream wildly.
She dug her nails into his thighs as her desperate moans and whimpers mingled with his harsh sex sounds. She heard the back of her head repeatedly knocking against the cabinet, and the pressure built in her groin at how viciously he was taking her. Just like how he wanted. Her body ached and screamed for him to fuck her like that.
“You’re going to swallow every drop,” he ordered. She felt him swell and pull back several inches until he was on her tongue. His face tightened briefly as if he was in pain, a low groan rumbling in his chest. She felt Colin’s dick twitch before spurting on her tongue and she moaned as she swallowed, licked, and sucked down his uniquely male essence.
She continued to lap at him gently as he spread his hands on the island above her and his chest was heaving, trying to regain control of himself. After a couple delicious minutes, he straightened himself and leaned back, putting his dick away silently and buckling his belt.
Olivia stayed on the floor, slightly in shock at what just happened. Her body thrummed happily but her mind was reeling. She started slightly when he’d suddenly bent down and grabbed her under her arms to haul her up off the floor. He perched her on the island top then stepped forward and buried his face in between her breasts, banding his arms across her back. Olivia blinked in surprise, her own hands coming up to sink into his hair.
“Uhm C-Colin...” she said hoarsely, wincing at the ache in her throat. “Does that mean you like it?”
She gave a tentative smile as he chuckled darkly in between her breasts, pulling back to look at her. She gasped, his eyes were shiny, the crinkles around his eyes betraying his emotion.
“I know how hard that must have been for you, to pick something so expensive. I love you baby,” he said, his own voice betraying his own emotion. Her eyes widened as she barely got to see him vulnerable. It seems like he was giving her a gift of her own. He turned to grab the ring, sliding it on his right ring finger, then turned back around to face her.
“Can I help you, make yourself back to being presentable?” he offered hesitantly, his hand reaching out to smooth down the back of her hair.
She shook her head no slowly. “I got it. Will you go downstairs and make us a quick drink while I finish? I won’t be long.”
He nodded and leaned forward, kissing her softly, his big hand palming the side of her head. She leaned into his touch reverently. He pulled away and walked out of the closet leaving her alone.
After a minute she felt a goofy smile break out on her face. That was the feeling she couldn’t figure out. Pure feminine triumph. Her heart soared at being able to see how she could make a powerful man like him lose control. She jumped off the island and did a little happy dance. She hurriedly freshened up, brushing her teeth and throwing clothes and heels on before heading downstairs.
Colin was dressed slightly more casually than his suit, but still ever the killer in a fresh pair of slacks, black button down shirt, and a pair of Graysons. He was leaning against the sink, sipping from a glass of whiskey. Her heels clicked loudly as she rounded the corner and headed straight to her drink. She necked it down and licked her lips, heading to the fridge and pulling out a few grapes and a piece of cheese. Fully aware that she was blushing and unable to meet his eye after what just happened in the closet.
“Do you want some?” she asked quietly.
“No, I want to talk to you about something. I’d like to play next weekend. We’re going to talk about stuff at our therapy appointment and I’d like for us to be more vulnerable with each other,” Colin said. She turned back, looking at him over her shoulder.
“What?” she said, meeting his gaze and shivering.
“I want to play how I want. Are you ready?” Colin asked, not requiring her permission but wanting it.
He smiled slowly at her blush. She nibbled on the piece of cheese before taking another swallow of her drink. Just then the phone beeped.
“Driver is here,” he stated, pressing another button to open the gates for him.
He put their glasses in the sink and grabbed his keys, escorting her to the front and chuckling at her exclamation.
“You got us a limo to go mini golfing!?” she’d admonished excitedly.
She reached up and smacked an excited kiss on his mouth before trying to run down the stairs in her heels. Terrified for her safety, he hauled her up short by her arm with a firm grip, making her go slow so she wouldn’t break her ankle. She was practically bouncing in excitement.
The driver pulled away when Colin gave him the address to where they were going. He’d looked at the neighborhood ahead of time through Google maps and deducted that Olivia’s friend and her husband did well for themselves.
Not that he was judging.
Twenty minutes later they’d pulled up into a gated community, one that was smaller and not as rich as theirs but still leagues out of what Olivia could have imagined just half a year ago. She bounced excitedly in the chair next to him, and he felt his heart swell as he looked at the ring she’d gifted him on his finger. She was too much.
They pulled in front of a very nice house that looked similar to the one off of Home Alone, but more modern and with very pretty landscaping.
She rolled the window down to stick her head out the door and Colin was gifted a very pleasing view of her backside as she began to wave vigorously. Stella, who’d just appeared out of the house, was waving back excitedly with a big smile on her face. Colin looked past Olivia to see that Stella was doing an excited little bounce of her own, her husband appearing out of the door next to her. He turned to lock up the house before she took his hand and tried to bulldoze her way to the limo. Olivia opened the door and unfolded herself from the limo, running to her friend and snatching her up in an excited hug.
Colin chuckled as the tall African American man bent down to give Olivia a half hug. Stella’s husband’s face broke out into a wider smile at Olivia’s excitement, keeping his hand firmly around his wife. They entered the limo and settled in their seats. Colin reached forward and gave Stella’s husband a firm handshake.
“Colin. Nice to meet you,” he said pleasantly, feeling in a very good mood due to Olivia.
“I’m Vincent. ‘Sup man?” Vincent looked at Colin and gave a respectful nod towards Olivia. “And you’re the friend I’ve heard so much about,” he flashed her a smile, his teeth gleaming white in the muted light of the car.
Olivia smiled back, liking the man’s energy, seemingly a lot like Jonathan’s.
“Better be ALL good things!” she said teasingly, sipping on her drink she heard Colin tell the couple to drink whatever. There was a shuffling as Vincent moved quickly to make Stella a drink, and then held it to her lips. She leaned forward and sucked at the straw, moaning slightly as he tilted the glass away and put it back in the holder.
Colin met the man’s eye who gave him a discrete nod at his look, seeing him put his arm around Stella and holding her close.
Colin peeked at Olivia who was blinking rather confusedly, a small smile on her face as she looked between the couple. She hooked one of her legs around Colin’s, a thrill going through her as he placed his hand on top, curling his fingers around and digging in slightly.
The men started to talk about Vincent”s security company and Olivia leaned forward slightly to speak to Stella.
“Hey, did Dr. Ferguson give you a bad grade on that test we got at the beginning of the week?” she said quietly, the girls had been comparing teachers and grades, both seemingly struggling in the same area.
“Yes, I got a D, can you believe it? It’s so foul,” Stella lamented back, reaching forward to grab her drink and pursing her lips as Vincent quickly took it and held it to her lips.
Colins ears pricked as he heard a small clicking noise.
Stella leaned in again. “Are you still spending hours a night trying to get through the text?” she whispered, pushing back her heavy braids that had fallen between them.
Olivia leaned further forward and nodded, “Yes. Colin has sat with me damn near every night while I try to figure out the texts. I didn’t struggle this much when I was in the program a few years ago. It’s really disheartening. Freaking embarrassing,” she said, a sad look passing her face.
Colin suddenly pulled her back and turned her face to his. He stared at her for a moment before he leaned down and licked into her mouth lewdly, tightening his grip on her when she tried to pull away embarrassed. He waited her out until she softened in submission and relaxed in his hold. He pulled back to feather a thumb across her cheek and searing her once more with his gaze.
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk about school tonight. I don’t want any sad looks on your face for the rest of the weekend,” he ordered.
“Yes sir,” she breathed, not even realizing she said it. She was so overcome by the intensity of his eyes.
Stella interjected softly.
“Something tells me ice skating isn’t exactly what I think it means?” she asked questioningly, leaning forward once again to sip from the glass Vincent held out. Stella reached forward suddenly and stilled his hand as he attempted to take it away too soon.
Colin’s ears pricked again as he heard another two clicks. His eyes widened in recognition, meeting Vincent’s and gave him a knowing smile.
“My man,” Colin said with a thoughtful grin on his face. “You’re in the lifestyle too?” he questioned, smiling even brighter when Vincent replied they were.
Olivia looked between the two men again, hearing their exchange that quickly quieted as the limo slowed, approaching the adults only mini golfing arena.
The women got out and practically dragged the men to the front where Stella pulled out a card and got them all tickets.
“There are two levels, a MASSIVE food court, an arcade, music and dancing! This place is like Disneyland for adults!” Stella shot back to the men excitedly. Colin leaned towards Vincent.
“Is she always this excitable?” he asked, flashing him a good natured smile as they followed the women into the big building, taking a second to crane their heads up and look around the massive space.
Vincent looked at him with a weary look. “Yes, she takes quite a firm hand to manage. What about yours?” he asked Colin.
“Same, we’ve only been married about four weeks, so I’m trying to not be so hard on her. She’s new to the lifestyle, I’m trying to figure out how hard to push her.”
He looked at Vincent who was already pulling out his phone.
“Send me your NDA, and I’ll send mine. We’ll sign them real quick through DocuSign.” Vincent said first, already reading Colin’s mind.
Colin grinned, making up his mind about this man; he had a good feeling about him. They exchanged information quickly and sent the necessary signatures. With a nod, they rejoined their women who were busy trying to figure out where to go first.
They went to the area to grab their clubs and Olivia practiced swinging. Colin had to jump out of the way at her violent upswing. His chest was tight as he sidled up behind her. For not the first time, he thought about the fact that this woman spent years beating wealthy men, the exact thing he so badly wanted to do, yet prevented himself from doing to her.
His erection strained against his pants.
“Slow down, I know you must have a vicious swing, but you need to take it easy,” he whispered in her ear. He got behind her and wrapped his hands around hers, gently pulling her arms back and hitting the practice ball. It rolled into the hole. He tightened further at her smile; she really had a delightful smile.
He groaned quietly, pushing her hair back behind her ear and leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead.
“Let’s play for real,” he said in his smooth voice, jerking his head and leading his way to the first hole.
An hour and a half later they were in a vicious competition. Colin and Vincent were neck and neck, not even willing to concede and let the girls fake win. They were apparently not those types of men. Colin looked back, Olivia and Stella were tipsy, giggling and laughing at something on Stella’s phone, unconcerned.
Vincent sauntered over and placed his hand on top of the screen and Colin observed his actions curiously.
“Are you ogling at other men, boo?” Vincent teased, leaning forward to take Stella’s mouth in a hard kiss. “Can you pause for a second to watch your husband kick this guy’s ass? I’d appreciate it,” he said softly, leaning down to muzzle her ear.
Olivia looked away and smirked, catching Colin’s eye. He was leaning against a sturdy wooden fence that was the theme of this hole, waiting. She drank the rest of her drink heartily, and cheered good naturedly as Vincent won the game by a hair’s breadth.
She skipped over to Colin and threw her arms around his neck.
“I’m just being a good sport,” she said against his mouth, kissing him and licking her tongue along his lips. She pulled away to give Vincent a high five before linking arms with Stella.
“Food court,” Stella yelled over her shoulder, and they took off in a hurry, leaving the men to catch up.
“Yours a brat?” Vincent said suddenly, catching Colin’s eye as they walked.
He shook his head no, with a wry smile.
“No, she’s a masochist. But Stella being a brat, that explains the clicker,” Colin answered, turning the ring on his finger.
“Ohhh…you’re a sadist, huh? Well, I guess that makes sense considering she’s a redhead. They got some sort of interesting reaction with pain,” Vincent said suddenly, turning teasing eyes onto Colin’s and bumping shoulders with him in a brotherly way. “Us doms have to stick together. You let me know if Stella is rubbing off on her. I’ll correct her.”
Colin threw him an appreciative glance.
They caught up with the women at the food court, snagging a circular private booth. The women went to two different lines and came back with a crazy amount of food and plates for sharing. They helped the women unload everything then go back for drinks before settling back and started to divvy out the food.
Colin wrinkled his nose at Olivia, who was mixing some cuisines that probably shouldn’t be.
Stella and Vincent were also looking over in shock, trying unsuccessfully to hide it. He threw them a slight apologetic glance, placing his hand on Olivia’s back and rubbing slightly.
“Alright now,” Stella said with an amused smile on her face as Olivia took her first bite and moaned. They all laughed lightly at her.
Colin once again slightly rolled his eyes, wondering if she would ever not eat in her weird way. He placed his hand on her thigh and curled his fingers in hard, relishing her gasp. He dug in a little harder, hearing her soft moan, looking over and seeing her face flush.
“Are you ok love?” he said innocently, putting a bite of chicken in his mouth and grinning. She nodded, putting another bite of food in her mouth.
“You can’t eat or drink too much, I have plans for us later,” he whispered against her ear, kissing the shell and biting her lobe. She squeaked and dropped her fork, snatching her napkin and placing it higher in her lap.
“Colin, I”m in a cream outfit! You’re going to make me drop food on myself,” she hissed back, taking another big swallow of her drink and protesting when Colin took it out of her hand and smoothly threw it in a trashcan nearby.
“I said no,” he said, not even trying to hide their dynamic. She pouted prettily as she continued to eat. Only her flushed cheeks betrayed her excitement and anger. She flickered her eyes nervously to the couple seated across from them.
“Well,” she said haughtily, turning to pierce him with her green eyes. “It better be fucking worth it then.”
Stella whistled across the table. Colin briefly heard Vincent admonish Stella before he turned to pierce Olivia with a look of his own.
Colin‘s jaw clenched as he bent into her face. “It’s going to be worth every welt, scream, and tear I get the pleasure of wringing out of this pretty body tonight, best believe it,” he whispered, hearing her sharp inhale. Leaning in, he inhaled slowly.
“I smell you, did you just come?” he growled quietly in her ear. He briefly felt her slight shake of her head. “Are you ok? I know how wet you get,” Colin ignored the way she hunched her shoulders up in mortification and leaned in rather indecently, pushing her slightly forward with his movements.
“Colin, no… I’m ok,” Olivia whispered. She turned bright red, her voice coming out whiny as he suddenly wedged his hand under her bottom to feel if her skirt was wet. He didn’t want anyone seeing any evidence of her desire. He grunted happily.
“Good girl, not so messy this time, huh?” he said softly, for her ears only.
Olivia peeked through her hair and saw Vincent and Stella momentarily submersed in their own world, not paying them any attention. Stella was giggling as she was holding a bite of food to her husband’s lips to eat, and laughing harder when he would bypass the fork and take a bite out of her neck with a growl.
Olivia smiled, not feeling so put into the spotlight. It suddenly clicked.
“Colin,” she whispered. “Are they like us?” She turned to him with a questioning look.
“They are in a dominant and submissive relationship, yes. But he is not a sadist, and she is not a masochist like you. However, she is a brat, and if you’ll pay attention, she pushes him to get a reaction. Look at them, don’t they look happy?” he interjected, running his hand down her arm and pressing her to him.
Olivia nodded, a weird peace settling over her. She didn’t feel so alone after seeing another dynamic in person. She looked at him again.
“I want it. I can handle you, Colin,” she whispered, lured in by his magnetizing gaze. “I want the pain that I believe only you can give me.”
He nodded, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles.
“Then let’s go,” he said, signaling Vincent. They stood up and cleared the table, taking the women’s hands and walking them out of the building to the limo waiting for them outside.
He was relieved to see the trust between them being nurtured. It gave him hope for the next week ahead, when he would tell her about his past, and the accident that changed his life.
***
They had a fun time driving Stella and Vincent back home, blaring nineties hip hop and rap music and trying to outdo each other lyrically. Colin won this round, with Vincent coming in a close second. As they pulled up to their house, he shared a friendly hand clasp and back pat with Vincent, who promised to contact Colin about hiring security in wake of what Gypsy relayed to Olivia regarding Judge Carmichael.
“I don’t want security following me! I’m going to look like the biggest freak at university!” Olivia lamented as the couple left, and it was just the two of them. Colin shrugged out of his blazer, spreading it on the floor in front of him and relaxed back into the seat. He cocked his head in that dangerous way of his, his arms rippled with his tattoos standing out in sharp relief.
His brown eyes pierced hers. “Come here, Olivia,” he said, tension thickening the air and stealing her breath away. She glanced down at the blazer before looking back at him.
“In the limo?” she whispered. Swallowing hard as he gave her a sexy grin. He reached over and grabbed her arm, pulling her not so gently to her knees on the blazer in front of him.
“You ready for a workout, baby?” he murmured softly, leaning forward and placing his hands on either side of her hair and taking her mouth in a raw kiss that left her flooded. He sucked at her lips for long seconds, groaning into her mouth, letting her know how good she tasted.
“A workout?” she teased, “Are you taking me to the gym?”
“No baby, I’m about to take you to church, because we’re going to need to repent for our sins tonight. We may need to invest in some holy water to cleanse you of the filthy things I’m going to do to you,” Colin whispered, opening the door and ushering her out and into the night air of their property.
Olivia walked beside him, his words repeating a thrilling echo around her brain. Knowing she would follow him straight into hell if he asked her to.