19. Modus Operandi
The week flew by quickly, and they all chartered the private plane to Bora Bora for Vanessa’s vacation. Olivia was momentarily distracted, easing into having security, and finding herself thankful that constant surveillance wasn’t as bad as she initially thought. It helped her to observe that Vanessa seemed much more at peace knowing they were protected, and seeing some of the stress leave Colin’s features helped to soften her viewpoint as well.
They spent three days on vacation and between drinks with the girls and sex with Colin, she had a momentary lapse in her depression and let herself feel light for the first time in weeks. She went home feeling refreshed and made her and Colin the asian dish he’d come to love so much.
That night, while Olivia was getting ready for bed in their closet, she said a rare prayer of thanks for her new life, despite the struggles they were currently going through. Acknowledging that she could have been single, and left unprotected, attempting to fend herself off from Carmichael’s advances. She wouldn’t have stood a chance and could have easily been one of the millions of women who fell victim to a predator’s tactics.
She was staring off into space, pondering where she would have been had Colin not entered into her life, when she heard a ping come from her phone, breaking her out of her daydream. Walking over to the island, she picked it up, opening it. Her eyes widened as she read the text from an unknown number.
There’s only so long we can play this cat and mouse game. Will you only be satisfied when you are the last redhead left on Earth? Because if that’s the way you want to play it, we can. We can play as long of a game as you want to, Olivia Alexandra. You know how to stop this. The more you resist me, the more people are going to die. Because of you.-ANIMUS POSSIDENDI
Carmichael!Olivia felt all the blood drain from her head.
She swayed and hit the floor hard with a pained gasp, dropping her phone with a muted thump onto the carpet. Seeing his text still staring up at her from the lit screen, Olivia’s face contorted and she leaned her head into her hands and sobbed. Not as bad as I thought? Wishful thinking.
Worried that he hadn’t seen her in a while, Colin searched for her, finding her in a ball on the closet floor, crying. His heart stopped in his chest when he saw her curled in on herself, shaking and crying inconsolably.
He walked swiftly towards her. “Olivia, what’s happened, baby? Speak to me.” He got down on his knees and reached for her face, brushing her hair out of the way and wiping her tears. His eyes widened in concern, seeing her tear-streaked face. She made a small sound and sniffed, curling in on herself and put trembling hands to his wrists, her slender fingers wrapped delicately around him.
“Olivia? Are you hurt? Say something!” Colin ordered, working hard to keep the alarm out of his voice. He hauled her to his chest and rocked her, hearing small gasping sounds escape her throat. His eyes swiftly glanced over her body before seeing the phone laying face up on the carpet next to them. Reaching over, he grabbed it quickly and opened it.
His eyes narrowed at the contents and a sharp snarl ripped from his own throat.
Motherfucker,he thought. Swallowing hard, he tightened his mental grip on his floundering sanity and breathed deeply, trying to right himself. Needing to be strong for Olivia.
His arm tightened hard around Olivia as he processed the words. Hauling them both up off the floor, he carried her into the bedroom and opened the door swiftly, seeing Zero stationed outside. He shoved Olivia’s phone to him, his chocolate eyes furious as they landed onto Zero’s cold impassive ones.
“Handle this. AHORA!” he barked, before slamming the door back shut. Turning with her in his arms, he carried her to their lounge and sat with her in his lap, rocking her until her tears subsided and she cried herself to sleep. Much like the first time he’d made love to her, he refused to placate her with senseless words of reassurance. He would never reassure her when he knew there was none to give. He made a vow in the beginning of their relationship that he would not give her any false hope if there was none. No, he knew this was a terrible predicament they were in. People were dying, children were being murdered.
And he’d be damned if Olivia or anyone in her family were going to be a victim.
***
Olivia refused to get out of bed the next morning. Mary and the security team messaged, letting him know that they were stationed in the home and outside on the property. Colin brought up breakfast, and tried to get Olivia to sit up and eat but she wasn’t interested. She’d woken up crying in the middle of the night and he held her for a long time, until she’d exhausted herself once again and fell back asleep.
Worried, he sat on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on the side of Olivia’s face, seeing her eyes, cheeks, and nose tinted red.
“Amor, you need to eat something,” he said softly, stroking his thumb across her cheek.
“No,” she sobbed, turning and pressing her face into her pillow.
Colin’s features hardened painfully as she closed her eyes, and a tear escaped, falling to the pillow under her cheek. He turned, placing the oatmeal he’d made her to the side and crawled in next to her, sliding under the covers and wrapping himself around her.
He heard his phone ding, and he reached into his pocket, recognizing the tone for Jonathan.
Hey brother, are you meeting me and Alex for boxing later this evening? -J. Dawg
Colin pressed his lips together, seeing Olivia’s quiet, slight form, hearing her sniffle. He wasn’t leaving her like this.
Not tonight, tell Alexander I’m sorry. I’ll have to meet him next time. Olivia is going through something. I don’t want to leave her. -C. Kent
Anything we can do to help? -J. Dawg
Abandoning texting, he opened the microphone. Speaking softly into the phone, he sent a voice message to Jonathan, his hand rubbed Olivia’s head gently, soothing her.
“Brother, I don’t know what you are doing later, but can you cancel your plans? We have an errand to run. Someone needs to be paid a visit. I’m taking Olivia to her counseling appointment at three o’clock and we’ll go right after I drop her off. Be ready, please.” Colin turned on a soothing classical music station and put his phone down, turning back to Olivia.
“It’s going to be ok, love. Everything is going to work out. I got you, always,” he breathed, kissing the top of her head.
Olivia flipped over, pressing her face into his neck and curling her fingers into his t-shirt. Colin shifted, yanking his shirt off then settling back down, pressing his bare skin to hers, pulling her impossibly close. Pressing her head into his chest he rocked her against him, soothing her with broad strokes of his hand down her back and her hair.
“Colin,” she whispered, her fingers gripping his neck hard. “He’s getting too close!” her voice was muffled against his chest, thick with emotion and angst. She clutched at him, feeling fear and desperation fill her at the unfairness of why they were in this situation.
Judge Carmichael. She hated herself for getting into that lifestyle, and now her choices were coming back to haunt them all.
Colin held her like that for an hour, skin to skin, before making her get up. He carried her into the bathroom and straight into the bathtub, where he bathed her and washed her hair. He took his time to blow dry her hair, not even minding that she kept her eyes downcast. Leaning forward, giving her a kiss on each swollen eyelid, his hand splayed against the back of her head. His other hand curled around her waist.
“Whatever we have to face, my love, we’re facing it together. As one,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. Olivia nodded, sniffing and looping her arms around his neck in a desperate hug.
***
A few hours later, Colin and Jonathan pulled out from the therapist’s office. Olivia had chosen a quaint, small therapy practice based in a nice residential area. The office was a small house, and Colin instructed both of Olivia’s security guards to stay with her; one stationed outside, and the other in the lobby. Colin and Jonathan rode alone, with their security detail following in a separate vehicle. They were headed to see Carmichael, who was in his office today, according to inside intel. Jonathan had paid a pretty penny to guarantee they would be able to have an audience with the judge.
“Do you have any idea what you want to say to him? I would expect that we’re not going to go to prison today and that you can control yourself?” Jonathan asked, looking over at his friend in concern. Colin’s features were tight with worry for his wife. He briefly grimaced, hating that Jonathan even had to suggest that he couldn’t control himself.
He turned efficiently into the parking space of the building he knew the judge’s office was located in, and showed his ID to the security officer before they waved him in.
“Jon, I’m just going to speak to the man. Okay?” Colin cleared his throat as he pulled into a spot and put the car into park. He kept his eyes studiously off his best friend.
Jonathan grunted and opened his car door, sliding out smoothly. “Whatever you say, friend.”
They made their way into the building, with their security tailing them, knowing that it was a stroke of luck they were able to get in to see the judge in a public setting at his office. Carmichael wouldn’t be so careless as to outright refuse a call from two of the wealthiest men in the area without looking suspicious. Making their way down the hallway to Carmichael’s office, they passed portrait after portrait of judges, flags, Latin sayings, and statues.
Jonathan reached an arm out and pulled Colin to a stop just before they got to the ornate wooden door.
“Hey,” he said quietly, his brow furrowed as he regarded his friend closely. Colin arched an eyebrow in return and gave a long-suffering sigh. “Don’t fucking do anything stupid. I know we have security, but we don’t need to antagonize the man any further than he already is. Even though he hasn’t gotten to our girls, there’s still other people dying.”
Colin gave him a short nod, always preferring to never verbalize promises he wasn’t sure he could keep. Without knocking, he entered the expansive office, striding through confidently, his eyes narrowing in on Carmichael sitting behind his desk. Two armed guards were stationed against the wall behind him, and they each put a hand on their guns at the sight of Colin, Jonathan, and their two security guards tailing them.
Carmichael stood up from his desk, holding a hand up to call off the security behind him.
“No need, I’ve been expecting them,” Judge Carmichael’s deep voice called out to the two guards behind them. “Gentlemen, to what do I owe the honor?” Carmichael gave a sly grin as Colin confidently walked to the wide desk separating the two of them.
“Cut the niceties, Carmichael,” Colin said sternly, narrowing his eyes at the man. “Killing children now, Judge? This is what your sick antics have come to?”
Carmichael’s gray eyes turned cold, and a half grin appeared on his face before he cleared his throat and pushed some papers aside. “I have no clue what you’re talking about, McDermont.”
Colin and Carmichael stared each other down for a heartbeat before Colin leaned forward.
“Sure,” he tilted his head, pinning Carmichael with a deathly cold stare. “You contact my wife again, and you’ll regret it. I don’t know what kind of crazy lies in that brain of yours, but trust me, you don’t want to meet my brand of crazy. Because see, the only reason you are alive right now is so the authorities can have enough time to build a case against you and those victims you killed that need justice. But I will absolutely not stand by and watch my wife be tortured for too much longer. You’d do well to watch your fucking back.” Colin arched an eyebrow at him.
Carmichael gave him a dismissive wave before leaning back in his seat. He steepled his hands together in front of him and regarded him for a couple seconds before he tilted his head, his gray eyes flashing almost manically. He licked his lips before speaking.
“Tell me, McDermont, is her pussy absolutely divine? What’s she like to fuck? Do you think she’s worth all the dead bodies? I bet she’s nice and tight, a dream to screw,” he smiled a bright, toothy grin at Colin. “The first time I fuck her I’m going to make her scream for you, may even take her in front of you, so you have the pleasure of personally watching me defile your wife.” Carmichael taunted boldly, pulling a paper from a stack and beginning to sign it, his eyes no longer on Colin’s.
Colin turned his head, looking over at Jonathan, who had walked a couple of steps closer to grab him if he needed to.
He smiled a purely evil smile before sliding his eyes back to Carmichael, who had now put the paper aside and trained his eyes back on him. Colin took a couple of steps towards him, ignoring his own security guards uncomfortably close. He leaned down over the desk and pinned him with a stare.
“The only reason, and I legit mean this with everything in my soul, that I’m not killing you right now, is because I have self-control and it wouldn’t be fair to end us all in a bloodbath and leave Olivia and her family alone. So, you feel free to imagine what her pussy sounds like, feels like, tastes like all you want to; just understand that whatever you fantasize will never compare to the real thing. But know this Carmichael. I’ll kill the woman myself first before I ever let you touch her,” Colin ignored Jonathan’s sharp intake of breath and continued as if he didn’t just say the most fucked up thing imaginable. “Understand that, and maybe spend your time wondering how you’re going to die. Because I plan on waiting just long enough for them to frame you for all these murders, and then I promise you, you won’t make it into a prison. That’s when I’ll come get you. Enjoy,” and with that, Colin turned on his heel and strode past his security and headed to the door.
He paused as Carmichael’s voice rang out through the office.
“If I were you,”Carmichael called, repeating the last words Colin said to him in his guesthouse weeks ago. Colin turned back to face the judge head on. Carmichael’s eyes turned a stormy color, a sick look on his face as he assessed Colin, pure hatred in his face plain as day.
“I would fuck her good while you have the chance. Because once I have her, and I will, you’ll never get the chance to see her again. I’ll make her mine. And I’m going to damage her to the point you’ll never want her again if I ever did choose to discard her. You enjoy.”
Jonathan, who’d been silent for the entire interaction, looked at Colin, worry filling him anew for his friend’s sanity. He observed Colin’s eyes turn the coldest Jonathan had ever seen, and for the first time, Jonathan truly wondered if the man really was legitimately crazy, despite the psychological evaluations he’d made Colin go through stating he wasn’t. He watched the mask leave Colin’s face like a veil being lifted off a painting, showing what was underneath.
Colin’s eyes turned downright lifeless. There was no civility, no humanity, nothing of a person left within his depths.
Jonathan shuddered, feeling bile rise up his esophagus and he fought against dry heaving. He’d only seen that look one time upon the face of a truly evil captive when he was a torture specialist, and he worked extensively over the years to get that look out of his nightmares. He’d never expected to see it again on his closest friend’s face.
Colin slowly walked the few feet back to Carmichaels” desk. The two men flanking the judge put their finger on the trigger of the rifles they were holding. But Colin didn’t care as he stepped towards the judge’s desk and leaned down, putting his hands flat on the wood top. His fingers spread and his wedding band sparkled in the overhead lightning.
“I’m usually a man of many words,” Colin said, his voice taking on a hollow, dangerous cadence. “Truly, I love to hear myself speak.”
Colin saw an imperfection suddenly in the judge’s desk and his eyes narrowed.
They all watched, riveted, as he suddenly took his right hand and twisted it, the nail on his pinky finger digging sharply under the tiny, exposed piece of wood, nicking it further. He grasped it in his fingers and started pulling slowly. The tiny narrow tan line looked glaringly sharp against the dark wood of the varnished desk.
“However, much like this small little detail here,” he whispered, pulling steadily at the tiny strip. The men’s eyes were narrowed intently, watching the line become broader as he continued to pull. The tan line slashed a sharp divot into Carmichael’s desk, heading straight for him. “You too will make the smallest of mistakes. And when the time comes, I just want you to understand that I will absolutely relish killing you,” Colin whispered, twisting his hand and plucking the several inches worth of exposed wood he was picking at, effectively snapping it off from the rest of the desk.
“And, as much as it pains me to say this,” Colin said, his eyes now turning from the desk to meet Carmichael’s, who was thunderous with rage. His gray eyes stared back at Colin from his seat in the brown leather studded chair of his office. “Killing you is going to give me more pleasure than being inside my wife. Which is Nirvana. So, I hope that whatever you plan on doing, If I were you, I’d really commit to it and make it worth it, brother. Matter of fact, I praayyy you do.”
Jonathan felt sick.
“Because,” Colin continued. “As my wife’s body is my favorite destination on earth, and the thought of anything being better than that, well, it just doesn’t sit right in my spirit. If I were you, I would make it a point to go to church on Sunday. You need to repent before you slip up, because when you do, and you see my face when the time comes, you won’t have time to talk to God. And that’s a promise. I’ll be sure to say a prayer on your behalf as well. God and I have been tentatively acquainted as of late. If I were you, I’d make it right with Him, while you have the chance. And, just to show you how much I mean business,” Colin moved, pulling something out of his pocket.
Jonathan groaned as he recognized the object hanging from his friend’s hand, his eyes watered as they widened watching Colin toss it to the man. The object hit the judge’s desk with a hard thud.
“This rosary is the only thing I have left of my mother’s; you can borrow it. This is for you, to say your Hail Marys while you still have the chance. You need it more than I do. If I were you, I’d make each one count, from one sinner to another.”
And with that, Colin turned and strode out of the office, walking past Jonathan without a second glance. Jonathan held a hand up to his personal security, stalling him, walking up to the desk and snatching the rosary back up. “I don’t have anything to say, because it all goes without saying, really,” he raised his eyebrows at Carmichael and shook his head slightly, turning his back on the man with a little whistle and striding out the room confidently behind his friend.
Colin waited until Jonathan got into the car before he spoke.
“You will never tell anyone what I said in there,” he asserted quietly, keeping his gaze averted from his friend, every muscle tight with restraint.
“Of course not, brother. I would never. But you know I have to ask…did you mean that?” Jonathan said just as quietly, watching Colin’s mask fall back into place as he worked to school his features into an impassive expression.
Colin started the car, not answering his friend’s question, and drove off to pick Olivia up.
***
They returned home, and Colin remained quiet as he walked behind Olivia as she entered the kitchen through the mudroom. He curtly dismissed Mary and Beth for the day, ignoring Olivia’s raised eyebrow as he walked past her and headed to his study.
He closed the door and leaned against it, shutting his eyes from the mental images that Carmicheal put into his head about his wife. Shaking, he went to his desk and got out his anxiety medication and took a pill, swishing it down with a bottle of water. He lowered himself into his chair and put his head into his hands, trying to breathe.
The urge to go and kill the man was quickly taking over.
Lowering his hands, Colin sat back in his chair and stared ahead of him at his wall of pictures, seeing the one he had of Olivia on his monitor at work, in the center of the wall of photos. His eyes pricked, thinking of the judge getting his hands on her.
His chest swelled painfully, and he put his hand to his heart, rubbing hard. We’ve never even had a chance to have children, to have a life together.
He made a rough, distressed sound, feeling his heartbeat ramp up as fear and anger warred for the dominant emotion inside of him. He let out a ragged inhale, clenching his jaw at the absolute feral desire to head back out the house and hunt the man down. Reaching under his desk, he opened his safe, pulling out the gun he stashed there. Opening the chamber, he checked the bullets in the gun before placing it on the desk in front of him. The metal gleamed in the light of his desk lamp, and he let himself go wild with thoughts of shooting the man who felt like he had any right to his wife.
“Colin?”
Yanked out of his musing, Colin turned his head slowly, seeing Olivia walk through his office door before pausing. She stood in the wide threshold, her eyes riveted to the gun on his desk. They widened, the color coming high into her face. Irritated, he snatched the gun back up, placing it into the safe and closing it quickly, not wanting to alarm her.
Too late.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was small with shock and her eyes bored into his, still standing in that spot.
“Nothing,” he said gruffly, refusing to disclose just how close he was to leaving and potentially fucking up their lives. Olivia walked further into the room to stand on the other side of his desk, folding her arms.
“That wasn’t nothing. That was a gun, Colin,” she snapped, her brows furrowed as she regarded him from her spot standing up. “I didn’t even know you had one of those. What else don’t I know?” she bit out, her lips tightening, betraying her stress.
He paused, tilting his head at her as he regarded her angry, trembling form.
“What the hell do you mean ‘what else don’t you know?’” he said in a warning tone. It took everything in him to mask his own sudden surge of anger, an emotion that finally won the dominant spot in his body. He tensed, feeling his blood pressure skyrocket.
“I said what I said, you heard me! What ELSE don’t I know, Colin?” Olivia said sharply, her face tight as she regarded him back just as intently.
Colin stood up slowly, placing his palms onto the desk as he leaned down, leveling her with a stare.
“I suggest you fix your tone-“
“You don’t get to fucking tell me what-“
“Olivia!”Colin snapped, feeling his face darken with irritation. “You will watch your tone with me woman,” he tilted his head, and they stood for a few silent seconds facing each other down across the desk. Olivia leaned forward, placing her own hands down on the desk and staring at him. Her eyes were narrowed and her face was dusky pink, betraying her irritation. She sucked in an offended breath.
“Or what?” she taunted, her eyebrow arched haughtily. She slammed her palm on the desk between them, her face angry as she expressed her emotion to him. “OR WHAT, COLIN? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO DO-“ Olivia squeaked as he suddenly reached out and snatched her up by her throat, hauling her slowly onto the desktop. He relished her gasps and her scratching at his wrist as he pulled her to him, pressing her body to his as he flexed his hand around her throat threateningly.
He bent down to her ear, feeling his chest tighten even further, knowing he was so close to finally snapping. His voice was rough in her ear as his fingers flexed.
“You had better watch yourself. Fix your temper, now! I told you before, I have bent over backwards for you, I have coddled you, and I didn’t even punish you the way I wanted to when you left me for four months to do who knows what the fuck in China. So, If I can manage to control myself, then you will fucking mind your Goddamn place next to me, and you will show me that respect as my wife,” he said deathly quiet. His voice raspy, with the effort it was taking to lock his own vocal cords down from saying some seriously sick shit to her.
Olivia trembled, feeling her nipples tighten as her husband demonstrated that once again, he held control. He gave her nothing, while simultaneously giving her everything. She gasped for air as his fingers relaxed, letting her breathe, her knees slipped on the wood of his desk as she struggled to find purchase. His voice deepened, and Olivia whimpered as his beard scraped the sensitive skin of her jaw. His hand continued to press into her neck.
“I won’t let him have you. Do you understand me, Olivia? He’s not going to get the pleasure.” He tightened his fingers once more, cutting off her air supply. Olivia trembled, her own fingers going to his belt buckle and tearing at his pants. She pulled his belt through the loops in his pants and he let go of her neck and grasped her shirt in his hands, tearing it off roughly and then snatching her up by the front of her bra, hauling her to him. “I will not let him have you,” he repeated angrily. “We just found each other, goddamnit!”
Olivia keened, hearing her bra rip in half with the force of him tearing it off of her. She slipped with the movement, toppling forward, yelping as Colin snatched her up by her hair and hauled her up, making her land clumsily on her feet in front of him. He pulled back further, making her tilt her head up for him. Ignoring her ragged breathing, he bent into her face, staring into her wide eyes.
He leaned forward even more, giving her a chaste lingering kiss on her plump lips.
“I just found you,” he repeated softly, pain lacing his voice as his hand left her throat and he wrapped both arms around her, pulling him flush to him. He pressed his lips hard to her temple, feeling his hands shaking against her, he groaned miserably. “Do you even know how much you mean to me? You’re my world, Olivia. I am nothing if you aren’t with me. I am nothing without you!” he gritted, feeling tremors wrack his own body. “It’s taking everything in me not to go to that fucker and kill him.”
“Colin,” Olivia bit out, her voice desperate. She unbuttoned his pants and wiggled against him, struggling to lean back and lower them. He wouldn’t give her the room to do so. “I love you, I need you! He won’t win, he can’t!” her voice shook, and she realized then that she wasn’t confident in her words.No one knew the future.
There was definitely a chance Carmichael could win, if he found the right button to push.
Olivia sucked in a hot, desperate breath as she pushed against Colin. Her skin suddenly pricked, feeling too tight. A slightly painful buzzing ripped across her flesh and she put her hand to her forearm, scratching, digging her nails in.
Her eyes watered as he slammed his mouth over hers and pushed her back down onto his desk roughly. She squealed as he snatched off her pants and then lowered his own over his hips, freeing his cock. He crawled onto the desk, on top of her, and slammed himself home on a thrust so hard it sent her up the desk, knocking her into his monitor, sending it crashing to the floor as he began a merciless pounding into her.
Olivia arched her neck and screamed, taking her nails and scratching at her forearm again.
Seeing her dilemma, Colin leaned down and bit her arm right at the juncture of her elbow. Tightening his teeth hard, he felt his blood pressure rise at the tortured wail that arose from her.
“Yes, harder!”Olivia screamed, bucking hard against him as he worked over her. He moved to another spot on her arm and bit down there too, pulling at her flesh and sinking his teeth in. He growled, as he thrust inside her repeatedly, not letting up on the pace.
Olivia squeezed him tightly with her orgasm and she arched off the desk on a sharp cry before cutting it off in surprise at him roughly pushing her back down. He thrust harder, moving his mouth to a straining nipple before tightening his teeth around it and nibbling sharply.He groaned and jerked inside her as heat flooded his dick and he pulled away, trailing his mouth to the swell of her other breast where he bit down hard, hearing her squeal.
Olivia moaned, arching her neck as the pain of his actions settled deep inside.Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped as he tightened his teeth even further around her flesh. The hot stab of pain met the almost mind numbing pleasure he was beating between her legs and she felt her clit twinge right before she fell to pieces underneath him. She tilted her head back.
“Godddd!”she screamed, bending her knees back further as Colin continued to bounce off her pussy unrelentingly. She sobbed as he pulled himself out and then hauled her up by her hair.
“Suck me off. Now, Olivia. And make it sloppy,” he commanded, giving her a look before his hand firmly pushed her mouth down onto his cock.
Olivia moaned in pure bliss as the first taste of their combined essence hit her tongue and she gagged as she swallowed him as deep as she could take him. She relished him shoving her on and off his cock and her mouth watered. Obediently, she purposely flooded her mouth, streams of drool and his precum hung down from her chin. She squealed as he suddenly slapped her hard across her hip and her clit twinged miserably.
She was used to him giving her foreplay, not neglecting that part of her body and the furiousness of the way he was taking her, the way they were taking each other, fueled her desire and she tried to raise off him to ask for more when she suddenly stiffened, feeling him slap her other hip sharply.His dick swelled a tiny bit more in her mouth, choking her, and she began to gag in earnest.
Tightening his lips, he pulled her off.
“Fucking can’t handle it?” Colin whispered down at her. Hauling her up to her knees, he tightened his hand in her hair before he treated her to rough slaps across her breasts, making them burn.He watched her breasts bounce with the movement and his jaw ticked at how obviously turned on Olivia was from how he was treating her. He turned her roughly around and slammed back into her from behind, shoving her chest down onto his desk with a rough hand between her shoulder blades. “If you can’t handle my cock in your mouth, then I’m going to punish you. Reach into the top drawer of my desk and get out my stapler.”
Olivia felt all the blood drain from her head.
“W-w-wait…Colin wait!” she whispered, swallowing past the terrified lump suddenly lodged in her throat. She made a pained sound as he hauled her back up again by her hair and lowered his lips to her ear. His breath came out rough as he churned his hips hard against her, abandoning the hard thrusts from before.
“When I ask you to do something, all I expect to hear out of your mouth is “yes sir” or your safe word, that is all,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “Now get. The. Fucking. Stapler.” He pushed her head away from him and grabbed her hips, beginning to thrust anew while she scrambled to reach into his top drawer to do as he requested.
Olivia’s eyes were wide as she handed it to him, then he forced her back down on the desk again. She could feel her ass bouncing lewdly as he let go of her hips, and she flinched when she heard him toss the stapler carelessly to the floor. The stapler was open and all the little pieces fell out onto the hardwood. Her eyes widened as he placed a warm hand on her hip and stilled his movements.
There was a tense second while he made her wait, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation as every nerve in her body strung tight, waiting for whatever he was planning to do to her. She fought hard to control the desperate pants and whines escaping her throat.
“God, I fucking love you helpless. You have no clue what I’m going to do to you and you’re trusting me anyway, even though I can see you’re scared.” Colin’s deep voice sounded tortured before he moved fast, taking her by surprise. She felt her body break out into a fresh coat of sweat with the delicious anticipation of what he was going to do.
She yelped as she felt two tiny pricks on her vulnerable skin of her back and then heat, as he dragged the staple down her back in a broad stroke. She fluttered around his cock at the sudden, intoxicating flash of heat that seared her. Moaning wildly, she gripped the edge of the desk hard as he began to treat her to those hard slapping thrusts that she loved so much. She lay there with her chest against the wood, in pure bliss as he dragged the stapler slowly and repeatedly over her back. Sometimes just up and down, sometimes side to side.
He kept the pressure light so as not to cause bleeding, but somehow it was just enough, yet not enough at the same time. Olivia felt a tear slip out of her eye at the relief the pain was giving her, and she shuddered hard, whimpering softly.
“More, please,” she said, looking back at him, catching his eye.
Colin was shiny, covered in sweat, his body gleaming in the light of the office. His muscles were tight with tension and his facial features were pulled tight with desire. He nodded at her, before pressing the staple slightly deeper and dragging it down, his heart beat wildly hearing a sound that he’d never heard come from her before. She suddenly orgasmed hard as he repeated the movement. He hissed, feeling her vagina gripping him tightly and he followed her over with a harsh growl, leaning forward and pressing his lips to the tiny welts on her back.
“Thank you for trusting me, baby. Thank you,” he whispered reverently. Laying his cheek on her back, he breathed deeply. Memorizing her feel, her scent.
They laid there like that for long moments, shuddering against each other, holding each other.
Praying that they could find a way out together.
Because they just had to.