16. Say My Name
Olivia woke up and couldn’t move, couldn’t even stretch. She just laid there, blinking slowly up at the ceiling. She startled as she felt a warm hand land on her head, stroking slowly. Colin.
She turned her head and found his eyes. He was sitting up in bed, in just a pair of loose shorts and nothing else, drinking a cup of coffee. She turned red; he looked so delicious with his tattoos and muscular body. His brown hair was rumpled in a sexy style, and he just looked so masculine.
“Hey baby,” he said, taking another sip of his coffee. “You’re alive,” he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
“Barely,” she whispered, flushing as the memories from last night came flooding back.
Oh God I begged, I really begged. And the sounds I was making!Olivia thought, moaning miserably as she tugged the sheet over her head. She gasped as Colin ripped the sheet back down and hauled her up onto his lap, naked. He groaned as her warmth sunk through his shorts. Shuffling, he pushed them down freeing his dick, lifting her then lowering her onto him, feeling she was still slick from last night.
He hissed as her tightness strangled him. Olivia cried out, pressing her hard nipples into his chest as she went limp against him.
“Better?” he chuckled into her ear as he began moving her hips, grinding her body against him, ignoring her soft sobs.
“You’re going to fuck me to death,” she whined against his neck, her warm breath washing over him.
“Maybe. I just missed you, and I’ve got a lot of energy to expend. And who better to expend it on than my beautiful wife’s helpless body. Giving her orgasm after orgasm and making her take all my cum?” he grinned wickedly as he felt her stiffen.
He made her roll her hips, her clit pressing sharp against his pubic bone. He groaned as she bit down hard onto his shoulder as she came gently, with a soft soughing sigh, as if she was too weak from the night before to give much else. Holding her buttocks, he lifted her several inches and dropped her, her wetness making the glide smooth. He knew she had to be sore, and the knowledge that he was making it worse, chafing already abused tissues fed the sadistic beast inside of him.
“God, knowing this is uncomfortable for you is really fucking doing it for me,” Colin said harshly, nudging her back so he could lean forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, lifting her up several inches and slamming her back down, pressing up and grinding deeply against the back of her sex. He reveled in hearing her sharp yelp. He groaned deep in his chest as he lifted her up and down onto his cock for long minutes, the wet slap of their bodies meeting and her nipple between his teeth his undoing. He came hard, flooding into her. He buried his face into her breasts as he rocked into her, his arms banding around her waist, feeling the little ripples of her vagina as she succumbed to another smaller orgasm.
They stayed locked together that way for a while, him seated deep inside of her. He pulled back to reach for his coffee once more. Taking a deep gulp, he offered his cup to her, surprised when she took it. He normally drank it black. She sipped quietly, still feeling him deep inside of her.
Would he want to carry me around the house like this while he did his everyday routine? Maybe. Maybe he should just staple me to his body and ensure I can’t go anywhere.She giggled, her face scrunching as the coffee hit her taste buds.
“Yuck.”She complained, giving him back his cup.
“What’s so funny?” he mused, taking another deep sip and sitting back quietly, sinking a hand into her hair, content just being with her. She moved to raise herself off of him and he tightened his hand on her hip with a warning sound. She lowered back down.
“I was just thinking how you’d be perfectly content to walk around all day with me wrapped around you. You’d have to strap me to your body,” she said softly, running her hands over his hard chest and abs, getting her first real feel of him since they’d been together. His muscles bunched beneath her hands.
Colin made a deep sound in his throat.
“Not a bad idea actually, I’ve thought about it several times,” he said. His eyes glittered at hers from over his coffee cup, making her blush harder as he took another drink. She watched his throat work around it as he cocked his head at hers, his half hard erection twitching inside her as she so blatantly assessed him.
“You can’t go again,” she whispered, arching one eyebrow.
“Can’t I?” he whispered back, placing his coffee cup on his nightstand. He placed both hands on her thighs and rubbed, giving her a dangerous smile.
“Nooo,” Olivia complained, feeling him become increasingly hard inside of her. She squealed as he suddenly flipped her onto her back and rolled with her, encasing her wrists with his big hands, holding her arms down to the mattress.
“You know what I think?” His voice deepened slightly as he pressed his body down into hers. Olivia panted for air.
“I think those last two orgasms you had weren’t good enough, and you owe me. So I’m not stopping until you come so hard I want to feel you bend my dick with how hard you tighten around me,” he punctuated the sentence with a hard thrust, stealing her air and making her arch her back, gritting her teeth.
“Sir?” she bit out.
“Yes, Olivia?”
“I’m not screaming for you this morning. It’s too early for all of that.” She taunted, wrapping her legs around his waist and tightening her knees against him.
“Well, baby,” Colin said, placing his hand on the side of her head, his thumb fluttering over her mouth. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t say you had to scream. I said you had to tighten to the point you bend my dick. And you’ve seen how big my dick is, right?” He circled his hips deep, smiling as he drew a strangled cry out of her throat. He slipped his thumb in her mouth, pressing against her tongue. “You think that’s going to be easy? We’re going to be up here all day beautiful. I sincerely hope you appreciated the sleep I let you get.”
Colin”s hand moved lower to wrap around her throat, and he tightened hard, cutting off her air supply as he began to rock them.
It took most of the day, and in the end Colin ended up almost breaking the damn thing off himself, unable to get enough of Olivia”s skin, her smell, and her taste. He carried her downstairs for a late lunch, as she couldn’t walk from the marathon of sex he’d subjected them to for the last twenty-four hours. He let her nap again for around an hour before he woke her up rather violently, thrusting into her from behind and snatching her head back by her hair. Pissed all over again that she’d ran away, wondering how long it would take for him to get over it.
He fucked her sometimes to keep from crying, or to keep the anxiety at bay. He would never tell her just how off the deep end he went when he’d come home to her gone, his garage in disarray, the guest house room open, and her car with the keys still inside. So many sirens had been blaring that day that he had the worst panic attack of his life. Jonathan had to take him to the hospital.
He had never felt pain like that before, even when he lost his mother. This was different. This woman didn’t know she had the power to break him. And he supposed it went the other way too. That was why she left in the first place. He’d broken her heart, and he’d be damned if he let it stay cracked open.
So until they could begin counseling again, sexual healing was on the menu. Copious amounts of it.
Downstairs in his study, Colin groaned deep in his chest as he dripped with sweat. He sniffed and leaned harder into Olivia, who was currently sobbing almost uncontrollably before letting out an ear-shattering scream that shocked him. She was wrapped tight around him while he banged her hips roughly against a wall that held pictures of him and several celebrities and friends.
Through the pain in his back and the blood rushing in his ears, he heard a picture fall and break with their movements.
His heart thudded uncontrollably, and Colin wondered briefly if he needed to worry about that. Mentally reminding himself to schedule a doctor”s appointment, he pulled back and gave her several more hard strikes, wincing as his own orgasm took him by surprise.
Weak. Colin chastised himself. He pounded a fist into the wall next to her shoulder as he stiffened and forced himself to suffer through it silently, his face tight and his lip curled.
He loosened his hold on her thigh from where he had her leg draped over his arm.
“Colin, I can’t!” She cried weakly, holding him to her with her arms and legs. “Oh God p-please,” he smiled to himself as it came out “puh-lease,” she was adorable. “Bunny, bunny, bunny.”
She safe worded.
“I know baby,” he reassured, trying to tamp down the gasps that were escaping from his own mouth. ”We”re done. For now,” Colin bit out, his voice sounding hoarse as he tried to fight through the fire in his lungs, wondering if maybe he overdid it this time.
Looking down between them, he pulled out from her body and checked them both for blood just in case. Nothing. He felt relieved. His dick was finally soft enough for him to not feel like he had a steel iron shoved in his pants. He looked back at her, still struggling for air and took in her red stained cheeks, with big fat tear streaks running down them. She was trembling.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he said, pulling her to him, thankful once more that he’d spent hours at the gym and his body was in its best shape.
Colin carried Olivia up to the bathroom, and they showered with her sitting down on the bench again. He knelt down before her and wrapped his arms around her waist, soothing her, stroking her hair, kissing her stomach. He praised her for how well she’d taken everything, for how wonderful she was, let her know that he loved her, and most of all, thanked her for seeing him and accepting him when he wasn’t sure at times that he could even accept himself.
They shared a sweet, loving kiss. Her hands wrapped around the nape of his neck as the water worked to soothe their aching muscles and sensitive skin.
Olivia and Colin washed up before napping a couple of hours. Waking up, Olivia put on a black silk robe and him a pair of matching silk pants. They went downstairs and to the kitchen, pawing through the refrigerator and cabinets, ravenous for food this time, instead of each other.
***
“Oh my God,” Colin mumbled around a bite of noodles. Turning incredulous eyes on to Olivia, who was sitting there, sipping red wine and sitting back in her chair looking very satisfied with herself. They were in the dining room with two lit candles, and a big bowl of Asian noodles with a reduced savory sauce, chicken and vegetables.
He’d set the table while she cooked, nervous the whole time for obvious reasons. He glanced at his plate again, twirling his fork around more noodles, chicken, mini corn, watercress and snap peas before sluicing the whole thing in the sauce on his plate and putting it into his mouth. He groaned.
Jesus that’s good.Colin thought to himself.
“You fucking learned how to coo-” he coughed, pressing a fist to his mouth, forgetting himself. “You learned how to make this in China while you were gone?” he said incredulously, mentally kicking himself for almost revealing the most hilarious family secret they all kept.
His wife just wasn’t cut out for the kitchen.
Olivia smiled prettily at him, and his heart almost stopped at the sight. She was just too beautiful. He reached over to push her hair behind her ear as she poured a little more wine into her glass before giving him some as well.
Fuck I missed her so much. Colin winced, the squeeze in his heart becoming deeper.
“Yes, Erick connected me to a small hole in the wall cook there and she taught me how to make bao, and this dish here,” she said, rolling her lips as she saw him narrow his eyes.
Shit shit shit!Olivia thought, she was in for another retribution fuck. Or would it be a revenge fuck? She was starting to lose track as they’d been screwing each other to death for an entire day. She put another small bite of noodles in her mouth, chewing slowly, knowing it was coming.
“I swear to God, I think I would have killed him if you had been taking him back to your bedroom, Olivia,” Colin whispered, leaning back and snagging his wine glass. He closed his eyes momentarily as he attempted to get the thought of the two of them out of his head. She told him that she hadn’t slept with anyone while she was gone and though he believed her, he just couldn’t help imagining it.
She twisted her lips in amusement.“You have no faith in me?” she teased, sipping more wine herself. “I don’t believe that you would kill someone in front of me like that, Colin.” She tsked, setting down her glass.
“Have you seen yourself? Like really seen yourself, baby? You’re a goddess. Men would do anything to get in between your thighs. You’re like a fucking siren. I was so lucky the day you agreed to go out with me. I was getting desperate. I’m not used to being told no,” Colin said, taking another bite. He groaned in appreciation. He knew Mary would be happy to have a break cooking, because he wanted Olivia to make this dish at least once a week.
“So,” she said, speaking around a bite of food before swallowing. “I didn’t know you could wield a gun like that. Like you had practice,” she asked curiously, changing the subject with her eyebrow raised. Her fingers twirled nonchalantly in her hair.
He stared at her for a second, biting his bottom lip as he tried not to break out into a smile.
“I used to be a sniper for the marines. From oh seven, to two thousand and thirteen,” he said simply, raising his wineglass and sipping with a rather proud look on his face.
“I’m sorry what?” she asked, both eyebrows raised. “You were what for the marines?” she gave him a goofy smile before giggling at him. “Come on Colin, that one really takes the cake! Be real please.”
“You don’t believe me?” Colin scoffed. Finished with his food, he sat back and placed an ankle over his knee, twirling his wineglass in his fingers. He watched her dark red eyebrows raise incredulously.
“Well…I just thought…you and Jonathan did the software car taking-over-the-world thing this entire time I guess?” she mused, grabbing herself a little more food. He smiled at her appreciatively, she’d gained a little weight while she was gone, and he was happy to see it, loving her curves in his hands. He felt his cock stir and he mentally tamped it down. They had to be able to get through a dinner without fucking. He ate another bite, sitting back and watching her chew her food. His dick hardened further. He cleared his throat.
“Well, we had a life before that love. Joining the marines was the best thing I could have ever done for myself, at the time. Jonathan and I actually joined together; he was in the torture division. Super top-secret confidential stuff. I just got out later than him. I enjoyed it too much to want to quit. Jonathan was busy building a car brand and wanted to take me along for the ride. No pun intended.” He gave her a cheeky grin. “I must say, I’m glad I listened. I owe a lot to him,” he said, sipping deeply. “Now, put some more on my plate, wife! You’ve really worked up my appetite,” he said, his eyes becoming hooded with renewed desire as he leaned back deeper in his chair, eyeing her appreciatively.
Olivia smiled mischievously as she stood up and leaned over to twirl some more pasta on the serving spoon and put it on his plate. She picked more chicken, veggies, and sauce to top it and replaced the cutlery. Turning to sit back in her seat, she let out a surprised gasp when he grabbed her by her waist and jerked her back to him roughly.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, staring up at her dangerously. His hand gripped her buttock tightly.
“Nothing, I just find that I love serving you, Colin,” she whispered down at him as he nuzzled her robe apart at her breasts. She inhaled in pleasure as he found her nipple with his hot tongue and sucked it into his mouth. He spent a minute nipping her with his teeth and sucking softly before pulling back. Her robe had gaped open, one round breast bared with a dark pink nipple wet from his lips, teasing him, driving him crazy. He plumped her breast with his hand.
“Say it again, except this time with the name I prefer,” Colin whispered up at her as his tongue lashed out at her nipple before his teeth grabbed it and tugged.
“I love serving you, sir,” Olivia said shakily, his teeth rolling her nipple and making her juices slick down her thigh.
Oh God, why do I like this so much?She lamented. Letting go of her with an audible pop, Colin’s nostrils flared as his eyes flashed, his expression looking almost angry. Her face paled.
“Down!”he snarled, pushing her roughly to her knees.
Olivia’s mind raced nervously.
Colin tore open the ties to his silk bottoms and yanked his dick out. Her mouth instantly flooded with moisture. He was hard again. How he maintained this level of stamina she’d never know. She whimpered at the sight of his thick flesh in his hand, the veins in his hand and arms protruding deliciously underneath his black tattoos that encased almost the entirety of his arm. He pumped his fist roughly, a drop of precum settling on the tip.
“This is your fault,” he said, leaning forward and grasping her jaw, prying it open with a finger, then hooking his thumb around her bottom teeth before pulling her to him. “Now, I don’t want to take your pussy again because I know you’re tender, but you will open your mouth and do as I say. Suck it. All the way Olivia. Don’t fuck with me,” he hissed, his control clearly gone for not the first time today.
She whimpered, desire deep down in her belly making her hot, she tore at her robe, baring herself from the waist up as she dropped her mouth over him, tasting his clean musk that was uniquely him. His scent and taste made her damn near feral.
Olivia moaned as she rose off him and leaned forward, her tongue lashing along his fingers, licking up his knuckles. She found a vein and licked it all the way up his arm, across his shoulder, and up his neck before ending with a little nibble on his earlobe.
“You taste like my dirtiest fucking wet dream come true. You want to come in my wet, hot, mouth baby? I think you deserve it from beating my cunt up so well over the last couple days. You want to come down my throat like a good boy?” Olivia whispered with a little giggle before sealing the words inside his ear with a little kiss.
She squealed as he snatched her by her hair and slammed her mouth down on his cock with a growl that echoed throughout the dining room. He scooted the chair back with his harsh movement, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor loud in her ears, her eyes watering as he shoved her down on several inches of his cock.
“Oh God,” she mumbled around his thickness, earning herself several more inches of cock into her mouth as he pressed hard against the ring of her throat. She gagged and he let up, cupping the back of her head tightly. Breathing deeply, she pulled back before flicking the tip of his erection several times and then lowering. She repeated this process before she relaxed her gag reflex and took him past the ring in her throat. She froze in shock before screaming around him. He’d thickened even further. She wiggled on top of him, struggling to control it.
“Stop and breathe, my love. Concentrate,” he gritted above her, his scent sharpened in her nose as he broke out in a sweat.
She paused, her breath coming out hot and fast through her nose. Her eyes were wet, and she realized how messy she was being. She was startled as he suddenly pressed a napkin to her nose, collecting her tears and snot.
“I know you don’t like that, so now you can stop worrying about it and take me the rest of the way inside so I can fuck your mouth the way I need to,” he said in his deep voice. He hissed, throwing his head back as she suddenly lowered more, pressing her nose into the crisp hairs of his pelvic. After a few seconds, she began to bob, making greedy sounds. She hummed deep in her throat and felt his thighs tighten in response.
“You’re such a good little slut. My baby,” he said hoarsely above her, his hands went to hers and gripped, showing her that he was right there with her. Affected by his words, she sucked hard on an upswing, and he made a deep growling sound before thickening even further in her mouth.
That sound was her undoing. Olivia pulled all the way off of him and ignored the exclamation of surprise and his order to get back on her knees. She threw herself at him, tackling him so hard that the chair tipped over and dumped them both on the floor. Turning fast, she righted herself and pulled herself up by the table.
“Olivia, get back here!” he snarled as he pushed to his feet himself, like a predator. She sidestepped quickly, hurriedly putting him where she was with her back to the gleaming cherry wood table. They assessed each other greedily. Olivia moved first, throwing her body through the air making him stumble back into the table. She crawled up his body and slapped him sharply across the face, stunning him momentarily before she reached over and took her empty wine glass and broke it, taking the sharp stem and suddenly placing it against his neck.
They stared at each other wildly. He let out a dark chuckle, completely unconcerned with her actions and placed his hands behind his head, relaxing as if he didn’t have a sharp wine stem at his jugular.
“Tell me, baby, what’s wrong?” he goaded, rolling his hips tightly into hers. She straddled his lap, her robe had gotten in between them so they weren’t touching skin to skin.
“I don’t want you to come in my mouth, I want you to… to..” she couldn’t say it. Her eyes narrowed at him as she struggled mentally. She pressed the stem harder into his neck but still he didn’t react.
He tilted his head as all the air seemed to leave the room, leaving her panting.
“All you have to do is say my name. You know this, Olivia,” he whispered. “So ask me nicely, with my name attached to the request, and tell me what you really want. And I will deliver. Oh and this had better be good for you to lose your fucking mind the way you just did, you’ve got a piece of glass in my neck. So if it’s not good, you better fake it till you make it baby,” his words came out stern, he bared his teeth at her in a feral smile. Ready to pounce, but holding himself back, needing her to tell him what she wanted, needing her to trust him again.
“I want you to fuck me like a whore.”
“Noted.”
“And I want you to…to…” she whispered, words failing her.
“Tell me Olivia,” he rasped, feeling the fires of hell beginning to lick at him at her sudden mortified expression that crossed her face. He let himself have a moment of secret pleasure. Though degradation was in their contract, he hadn”t utilized it much until he found her in China, and he”d gleamed just how much it turned her on to be forced to be embarrassed and vulnerable with him.
“I want you to whip me like that red headed woman that was in that porn video you showed me.”
“Where?” Colin growled.
“On my back.”
“My way?” he licked his lips.
“Yes.”
“It’s going to be filthy. I might scare you. It’s going to be much worse than that video,” a little grin graced his mouth.
“I’m terrified,” Olivia said sarcastically. His eyes flashing was her only warning before his hand shot out and grabbed her throat cutting off her air supply. Her nails dug into his chest as she squirmed on top of him, gasping.
“I’m going to let the disrespect slide. Now, I want you to put it all together in a lovely little sentence, with my name at the end. And your wish shall be my command, little girl,” he said, his fingers loosening enough to let some air in. She wheezed for breath, suddenly uncertain.
“I want you to whip my back, and then fuck me mercilessly like I’m a dirty whore, the way you like it. And no safe word. I want you to take me exactly how you want, Sir,” her eyes rounded as he suddenly tightened his fingers once more.
“No safe word huh?” he said quietly, his eyes boring into hers tightly. Olivia shook her head no. “Gahdamn,” he whispered, a truly evil grin graced his face. “It feels like Christmas,” his fingers loosened then fell away. “Get the wine glass out of my neck,” his eyes flashed dangerously. With a gasp, she unclenched her hand and the stem fell to the table, shattering in half. There were a tense few heartbeats of time before he spoke again.
“Now while I love that you begged me so sweetly, I cannot make good on your request tonight,” he held up his hand at her indignant gasp. “No. You are much too tender; I’ve been fucking you almost nonstop for twenty-four hours. I’m not risking damaging you, it would be incredibly irresponsible and I don’t think you’d forgive me,” he said, easily righting himself and sitting up on the table.
She sputtered angrily on top of his lap, before hopping off and storming out of the dining room.
“Fuck you, Colin!Fucking jerk,” she said, flipping him off over her shoulder. He chuckled darkly at her as she rounded the corner. He fisted his hand in his dick and pumped it a few more times before spilling his seed on his hand. He walked to the powder room and washed it off. Smiling as he went back to the table, righting his chair and then quickly finishing his food.
Upstairs, Olivia was seething. Jesus, didn’t he know how hard that was for me to say? she thought.
Huffing, she stomped to their bedroom before opening and slamming the door shut and then going into the bathroom and slamming that door too. Starting the shower, she went to the sink and put her hair in a clip and began the process of brushing her teeth. Irritated that she was scrubbing her mouth of his scent to be spiteful, she untied her robe and kicked it to the side uncharacteristically of her, hoping if he came after her that he’d slip and fall.
She rinsed her mouth out and hobbled her way to the shower, moaning lightly as she settled on the bench that seemed like it’d been her home for at least five showers since she’d been back. She didn’t have the strength to stand up long enough to let the water work its magic so she stretched out on the bench, laying flat on her belly on the white ceramic tile, her arm drifting down to the floor. Closing her eyes, she breathed the steam in deeply as the water pounded down on her back and her hair as she relaxed into almost a trance-like state. Her hair growing heavy, its weight made more noticeable from soaking up the water hitting her.
With an irritated eye roll, she silently conceded that Colin was right. Taking stock of her body now in its relaxed, heavy state she realized that her body had taken a beating. They just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. And if he’d done what she’d asked right away, it might have tipped them both over the edge. She pursed her lips in irritation that he hadn’t come after her right away, and realized that their physical need for each other was borderline psychotic.
She wondered if this hot and heavy phase they were experiencing would fade soon. They’d need it to if they were ever to have a hope of being functional.
Olivia sat up and began to wash herself, paying careful attention to be gentle on any sore spots, which was basically her entire body. Finishing up and stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off before making her way to the guest bedroom, wearily crawling in between the sheets and sighing as her head hit the pillow. Mentally shrugging off the fresh wave of guilt for leaving the dining room a mess, she promised herself she would just take a quick nap before getting up to go down and clean.
***
Colin walked into their bedroom quietly, not seeing Olivia. He backtracked and went down the hallway, seeing the guest bedroom door closed. He cracked it open, walking in and seeing her knocked out on the bed.
He tsked and went to her, pulled the blankets off carefully and picked her up. Carrying her to their bedroom, he put her on his side of the bed before pulling the sheets back up and pressing her lips to her forehead. Turning, he went into the bathroom and started the shower, still seeing a lingering humidity from her shower earlier. He had come up, wanting to talk with her but he saw how peacefully she was laying there on the bench and decided to leave her be while he cleaned up downstairs. He thought about her requests, and how sexy those words sounded falling from her lips.
He started formulating a plan to give her what they both desired. But he needed her one hundred percent with him mentally and physically, not worn out from an entire day’s worth of hard sex.
When he was fucking her downstairs in the study against the wall, she’d screamed so high that he thought he’d broken something inside of her. Colin winced, knowing he overdid it, hating himself for wanting to wake her up and take her again. He glanced down at his cock as he fisted it in his hand and hissed, seriously overstimulated. He didn’t think that either one of them could handle another session right now. Drying off, he walked naked back into the bedroom and laid down on the couch, not wanting to be next to her, smelling her, touching her. They needed a full night of sleep to recover, at the very least.
Groaning slightly, he pulled the blanket over himself and closed his eyes.