The Pain We Nurture

Decidedly Disrespectfully

Colin had the foresight to wake Olivia up before he pulled into his neighborhood. He idled at a stop sign in the outskirts of the beautiful residential area, rubbing her thigh firmly, and watching her pull herself out of slumber. Her lashes fluttered as she inhaled quickly, her eyes flying open in surprise before she looked around, disoriented. He thought she was adorable when she woke up.

“Welcome home, baby,” he whispered quietly as he watched her blink drowsily.

As she looked around slowly, Colin tried to make himself see what she saw. Remembering the first time he was able to afford a house of this magnitude in a prestigious area like this.

He remembered it to be quite overwhelming and exciting. However, it had been a very long time since he let himself appreciate the grandeur and scale of it all. Taking a deep breath he let himself go back in time just for a moment, imagining himself in her shoes.

Colin”s own gaze roamed, seeing wide streets without line dividers, and expansive stretches of lush, green grass.

Colin began driving slowly, giving her a chance to see the enormous mansions behind the tall gates. The deeper they journeyed into the residential area, the denser the foliage became, the bigger the houses and property grew, and the less of the houses you could see behind the gates.

All of his neighbors’ lights were on and twinkling in the yards, the homes and surrounding property lit up by expensive outdoor lighting systems. He took two more turns before rolling up to a pad in front of his tall, broad iron double gate. Colin lowered his visor and pressed the button hidden there. He waited as the gates opened, and he rolled them slowly up the curved driveway leading onto his property.

Pure pleasure filled Colin watching Olivia”s exquisite face light up as his house came into view.

His dick twitched with excitement and his breathing became slightly labored as he watched her eyes widen like saucers when she got the full magnitude of his property.

Damn, the fucker was worth every bit of twelve million for this look on her face, he thought, seeing her breathing change as well, the closer they advanced to the home. She was excited.

Colin parked the car out front efficiently next to the outdoor driveway fountain and hopped out fluidly. Walking around to her door and opening it. He stared enraptured at her as she slowly looked from the front of the house to his hand, as if she was in a trance she couldn’t shake.

Olivia placed her hand softly in his, and he let out a nervous breath when she stepped gracefully out of the car without any fuss. She craned her neck back to look at the expansive tall white home, that was trimmed with black windows, and had a huge double door entrance of glass. Most of the home was glass and stone, but tastefully so.

He took the opportunity to admire the curve of her neck, seeing the light blue vein just under her jawline. His dick hardened impossibly further, wondering if she would like for him to nibble at that spot, if she would be turned on by him sucking at the vulnerable flesh there.

Colin desired for her to enjoy this arrangement, just as much as he planned to. And he began to scheme, to find out what made her tick, what turned her on. Unbeknownst to her, he hadn’t planned on unleashing himself on her right away. He really wasn’t a monster like he suspected she might think he was, despite how the contract read. Truly wanting for this to be mutually beneficial in more ways than one. He wanted her to enjoy every aspect of her new life.

Even the pain he brought her sexually, he’d just have to tread carefully.

Olivia licked her lips, regarding what was to be her home for two and a half years, according to the contract. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but nothing came from her lips, not able to find the words. Curiously, her eyes flicked back and forth, finding something new to pause and focus on with every pass.

“Your landscaping is….is,” Olivia tried.

Colin smiled kindly at her struggle, remembering hiring the landscaping company initially, and then the absolute glee he”d felt putting them on payroll.

Colin almost wished he could turn them around and start all over from the beginning so he could better appreciate the experience of her seeing it all over again. There were so many nuances to be found within her expression, within her gaze. Her wonder.

Running a rough hand through his hair Colin admitted to himself that he wanted her to look at him like that, to see him and have the same exact overwhelming expression on her face.

He thought he’d might feel joy then, she seemed to be the closest he’d ever felt to the emotion.

As they walked into the front, he handed over her purse before taking her soft hand and leading her up the stairs. He rubbed her fingers encouragingly with his thumb, feeling her slight trembling. He looked down in curiosity at the box within her other hand, seeing she held it clutched tightly to her stomach.

Olivia paused as Colin took the keys and opened the front door, opening the glass doors wide for her.

She turned for a split second, looking over her shoulder at the expansive yard, as if she was looking for something nostalgic and familiar to rest her eyes on. He knew there was nothing. Just beautiful roses boxed in with bushes, fountains, and pretty trees and other flowering bushes.

Olivia”s breath audibly hitched as he placed his hand on her lower back again to get her attention, and she raised those startling green eyes to his again. Once more he found himself losing himself in her, drawn to her like the same night he saw her through the diner window.

Not quiet able to speak yet, he swallowed hard as he jerked his head towards the foyer, his eyes crinkled slightly, and he indicated for Olivia to go inside before him. She took the first step into his home, and he heard her take a deep breath as the smell of lemon chicken assaulted her senses as she crossed the threshold into the foyer.

Her head tilted way back as she looked around, taking in the pretty buttery foyer. Noting the all dark uniquely planked wooden floors flanked by the gorgeous double staircase leading to the upper house. In between the staircases hung an incredible crystal chandelier.

It cost him exactly eight hundred thousand dollars.

An enormous bouquet of dark pink earth angel roses graced the table in the middle. She looked to the left, seeing a lovely library room that he remembered costing a ton of money to build, as well as a formal dining room to the right with two tastefully large sideboards on the opposite wall. The colors in the home were so rich, it was homey, and not stark at all. He couldn’t have lived in this house if he didn’t make it warm.

Colin fondly remembered the day he sat down with the first interior designer when he built the home. She didn’t get a sense of what he wanted for the home at all, so he fired her after too many attempts at her trying to make the house modern instead of what he wanted.

He turned his head from Olivia as Mary, a dark brown haired, middle-aged Spanish American woman strode towards them from the back out the house. He smiled fondly at the house manager who doubled as his mother figure.

“Mr. McDermont, how are you? And you, miss?” Mary greeted them in her elegant Spanish accent. Her heels clicked rapidly as she took the last steps towards them through the foyer, taking off her apron and presenting a smart, polished outfit.

Colin smiled, feeling immediately more settled in her presence, and greeted the woman warmly with a chaste kiss on her cocoa-colored cheek before stepping aside to introduce Olivia. He found himself suddenly tense, worried at how Mary would like Olivia as he’d never brought another woman home before. It hit him by suprise that he felt a vicious pang in his chest. Wishing that he could tell his mother Elena about her. He supposed Mary was a more than suitable replacement, not that anyone would ever replace his ma.

He turned back to Olivia, seeing her smile broadly at Mary. His momentary sadness dissipated as her beautiful smile hit him full force. He cleared his throat softly.

“Mary, this is Olivia. She’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future. Olivia, this is Mary. She’s my house manager.”

“Mijo, don’t forget the cook as well, huh?” the older woman’s eyes sparkled as she teased Colin.

Mary smiled kindly at Olivia, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she held her hand out to gently shake hers.

“It’s so wonderful to meet you! You’re so pretty, and your accent is so beautiful!” Olivia gushed, she walked another step towards Mary, betraying the pain in her arm.

Colin reached out and grabbed her hand from Mary”s gently, giving Mary an ‘I’ll explain later’ look.

He saw Olivia’s eyebrow raise as Beth, his new cleaner, a young brunette in a professional cleaning uniform, quickly and quietly walked across the landing upstairs. She hadn’t even made a sound. The only reason he”d noticed her was because of his past military training.

Beth disappeared into the hallway like a ghost, almost as if she’d never been there to begin with. He smiled, thinking that’s why he loved having Beth around. She avoided him, they gave each other a wide berth, and she handled what needed to be done efficiently.

He took note that Olivia was a keen observer.

“Ms. Olivia, it’s lovely to meet you as well. Please make yourself at home. Do not worry about a thing! If this tyrant bothers you, you come see me. Okay, amor?” Mary smiled warmly at Olivia once again before turning her attention to Colin. He gave her a sly smile.

Mary amused him to no end. He’d have to give her another generous raise.

“I am headed out for the day mijo, but I’ve left a lemon roast chicken with vegetables in orzo rice in the oven. The wine cooler is stocked, and I put in an order of tignanello you wanted, but they said a full case would be ready tomorrow and you’d have to pick it up. Do you need anything else before I leave?” Mary took Olivia’s purse, her eyes widening as she watched her place it in a hidden closet under the stairs.

He made another mental note that she didn’t like anyone touching her things.

Oh well, he thought. Because all of her things are going to be touched. Respectfully of course.

Colin grinned as he realized that was a lie. He’d be touching all her things, decidedly disrespectfully. His smile broadened as he reached into his pocket for his phone. Wondering again for the hundredth time why Mary never had music playing over the home surround. She knew he liked it.

“No thank you, Mary, I appreciate you.” Colin said, turning his attention to his phone momentarily.

“Ms. Mary, it’s so nice to meet you again. Thank you for dinner,” Olivia said softly, and Colin kept his gaze on his phone as Olivia stood there rather awkwardly looking as Mary nodded, grabbed her own purse and belongings, and let herself quietly out the door.

Colin made another mental note that Olivia hadn’t disclosed to Mary that they’d already had dinner. He liked this about her, she seemed to care about others feelings, even strangers. He watched through his peripheral as she attempted to look around her surroundings without appearing obvious.

”Go ahead and look all you want, that”s what it”s there for. To be looked at and used,” he murmured to her distractedly, trying to find the playlist he wanted.

After a few taps, soft music began playing throughout the house through a customized sound system. Colin took her hand again and led her through the foyer into the back of the home, where there was a vast, homey kitchen. Across from the kitchen was an informal lounge with plush dark blue furniture, an electric fireplace, and a tastefully large flat screen television.

He was incredibly proud of every aspect of his home, and though he knew she was tired, he couldn’t help but want to show it off. Just the highlights.

He paused briefly at the drinks cabinet in the kitchen while she walked to the glass wall in the back of the home, and worked quickly, making them both a drink.

The back wall was nothing but sliding glass doors leading to an indoor-outdoor style dining room and outdoor kitchen, with a fireplace/pizza oven. Beyond that was an immense pool with a grotto that was currently glowing purple and spitting out water over the top. Water was splashing everywhere and in another corner was a hot tub, also glowing similar shades of purple and pink.

Colin grabbed both of their drinks and walked the few feet to her, seeing Olivia staring at the grotto, smiling to herself.

“Do you like what you see?” Colin asked softly, coming up from behind her with two glasses of white wine, handing her one. She took it hesitantly, managing a cautious sip before smacking her lips in surprise. He’d purposefully picked a delicious and refreshing sweet wine. Her eyes widened in pleasure before meeting his.

“Mmm this is so good… you’re going to make me become a lush,” she said with a small laugh, “and yes, you have a very beautiful home, though I think the grotto is very playboy mansion like,” she smiled at him, her smile faltering as she noticed he was staring rather intensely at her, sipping from his wine glass.

He made a scoffing sound in the back of his throat, remembering a rather lavish party at the aforementioned mansion when he’d first started making serious money. That was his first and only time there, he hadn’t wanted to get caught up in the partying lifestyle.

“Nonsense, it’s nothing like their grotto. I’ve been in it. This one is more intimate and not made for an orgy,” Colin said, smiling cheekily at her. Olivia blinked, looking rather stunned.

Olivia’s piercing eyes flickered away from him and perused the kitchen slowly, taking another cautious sip. He tilted his head a little as he noticed she took very tiny swallows. He wanted her to like to drink, however he knew given her past with her parents that he’d have to tread carefully there too.

Colin didn’t want to, but if she truly needed him to, then he’d be willing to give up alcohol for her. That’s how badly he found himself wanting her trust in him. Wanting this relationship to work out.

“May I show you some more of the house? I know you’re probably tired after the long day we”ve had. I’ll just hit the highlights so you can at least get your bearings, and then you can get comfortable. You’re more than welcome to explore all you like tomorrow if you wish,” he said, mentioning for her to follow him. She clutched her box tighter to her, the cardboard starting to bend beneath her fingers.

He placed his hand on his back again, taking her downstairs through the staircase so she would at least know where she was. After a tour of a two-lane bowling alley, a dark thirty seater media room with plush sofas and a popcorn machine, he took her to another spot that hosted a small indoor jacuzzi.

”Impressive,” Olivia admitted. Her eyes widened with pleasure at seeing a jacuzzi nestled into the floor next to an indoor pool room. The area boasted more glass doors that opened to the lush grounds outdoors.

“Thanks. I had it set up like this for the wintertime, if we don’t want to be outside,” Colin explained.

Olivia raised her eyebrows at his use of ‘we’ but didn’t comment verbally. According to the contractual timeline, they would celebrate three sets of holidays with each other. If she successfully lasted that long, that is.

He found himself really hoping she could.

Colin took her to a little spot in the wall, near a door that had a set of stairs that led to the first floor, and pushed a button, showing her a hidden elevator. Her eyes lit up interestingly.

“It goes all the way to the second floor. In,” he said, ushering her in and closing the door quickly. She stood next to him with her glass still in her hand, cradling it against her breast as she stared straight ahead, trying to get her bearings.

He had another silent moment of appreciation of her. He knew it was one thing to design a house like this from imagination, but another thing entirely to be in one. Every inch of the home exuded money, and he could tell that it made her slightly uncomfortable. However, she kept her thoughts to herself, understandably.

Exiting the elevator on the top floor, she stepped out before him, looking left and right down a long, wide, and beautifully decorated hallway. He”d lined the walls with beautiful old art that cost a small fortune, with chunky elaborate frames, and thin tables that looked tailormade to fit the curve of the hallway. The tables held small lamps and more flowers.

The expansive hallway was lit warmly against muted recessed lighting, making cream colors up here seem even more rich looking than downstairs. She paused at the massive floor to ceiling windows, taking in the view of the backyard.

She raised her eyebrow, seeing a guesthouse beyond the pool.

“Hey, where’s the cleaner I saw a little bit ago? I haven’t seen her since we got here,” Olivia asked, suddenly realizing Beth was nowhere to be found.

“Oh, that’s Beth. She comes five days a week to do laundry, clean the rooms, and dust. She also takes care of the guest house and puts together the flower arrangements that Mary orders for the house. That sort of thing. Mary manages her. She won’t talk to me; I never see her. Mary said she’s slightly terrified of me...which is fine. You’ll probably never see her either,” Colin said absentmindedly, his eyes flicking over the expansive property through the windows closely.

“You don’t have any pictures of your family?” she asked suddenly, turning a curious eye on him.

She’d been looking at the walls, only seeing beautiful tastefully large paintings, but no canvases of any family members or pictures anywhere. He knew it was strange, how it must look, and how lonely it came across. He felt the familiar tightening in his chest, that cloud of anxiety looming closer.

“I have no family,” Colin replied, leaving it at that. Thankful that Olivia wasn’t pushing her luck by asking questions either.

She snuck a curious look at him before he placed his hand once more on her lower back and began to show her to the right of the elevator where there was a small powder room. Past that was a small foyer entrance that hosted beautifully carved double doors set into an alcove that was lit by a stunning chandelier. Books filled the inlay of the foyer wall flanking the door.

It was spectacular, because he designed it that way.

The fight with the third interior designer was well worth making his bedroom look like a retreat. He smiled, remembering how he fired the second interior designer within the first half hour of meeting her because she told him he was stupid for wanting a bedroom in his guest house with no windows.

“My intimate master bedroom,” Colin explained simply. His eyes roamed her face as he paused before her and then opened the doors to the biggest bedroom she’d ever seen.

Cautiously, Olivia peeked her head in. Her eyes flickered around the space curiously, seeing a gas fireplace and a plush lounge area with gold fabric that offset the green of the room perfectly. A large flatscreen hung above the fireplace, and a California king sized bed was on a platform that dominated the far side of the room. It was a formidable bed, nothing like her flimsy bed that he saw in her bedroom. He meant what he’d said two weeks ago, he’d break the hell out of that fucker and hurt them both if he attempted to screw her on it.

No, he needed room, and stability to work her over the way he planned.

The giant bed sat next to a wall of floor to ceiling windows, these overlooking the pool and the grounds below the house as well.

He”d painted the walls and ceiling a beautiful dark green, and accented with the same buttery cream color trim. A small drinks cabinet was by the window, next to a tall and obviously expensive, intricately curved floor to ceiling length mirror which faced the bed.

Colin frowned slightly, not liking Olivia hadn’t stepped into the bedroom.

“It’s very nice, I like it. The paint color is pretty, and unexpected. Did you choose it yourself?” Olivia smiled at him, turning to peek at him, taking another sip of wine before she backed further into the foyer, not even having gone through the threshold.

Colin furrowed his brows at her before reaching out and giving her a not so gentle nudge deeper into the room.

“Hey!”Olivia snapped, spinning to face him, trying not to spill her wine or drop her shoe box. “I just wanted to keep going so I can see where I’m sleeping. I’d like a shower, and to figure out what I’m going to wear to bed,” her gaze flicked over his form slowly, lighting up. He had stretched his hands above his head and grasped the door frame above him, giving her a delicious muscular view of him on display.

His chest swelled proudly.

Colin knew she couldn’t know how hard she was stroking his ego at this exact moment. He worked hard to keep his body in pristine shape, and he wanted her to enjoy it just like he enjoyed hers.

“This is where you’re sleeping,” Colin said with a little laugh, licking his lips. “Hmmm…. Did you forget that detail in our contract? Do we need to go back downstairs and read it again? It could be a great bedtime story. Maybe I could read it to you,” he cocked his head again, perusing her face once more.

I could lay you out over the couch, make you read it to me slowly, instead. I’d spread your legs and eat you out until you can’t talk anymore, then punish you for not being able to read the contract by biting and tugging your clit. I wonder how sweet you taste, or if you taste deeper, like the earth? I wonder how many of my fingers you can stand to take inside you? How do you sound when your limits are pushed. How red can I make that body get. Would you be scared if I used a whip on your back? Does being scared turn you on? Colin felt like he had a hundred thoughts suddenly slam into his brain.

Olivia suddenly recoiledher head gently as she turned away from his stare. He couldn’t blame her, he probably looked like he wanted to eat her. Because he did, thoroughly. All night.And then when she couldn’t take anymore he’d tie her up, strap her down so she couldn”t move and make her take it anyway.

Olivia’s eyebrows rose slightly again as she backed deeper into the room.

Colin walked slowly in with her and she backed up a few more feet, this time away from him. He gave her a knowing smile before heading left to the closet door, entering a code to unlock the door. He opened it and turned on the light. Showing off yet again another room that was three times bigger than her former apartment bedroom and he found himself wondering how she felt about that.

Colin kept quiet however, not wanting to say anything to make her feel less than. He’d told her he had plenty of audacity, but he never wanted to intentionally offend her.

Olivia hesitated in the doorway, same as she did when she first entered the master bedroom.

Colin observed her carefully, watching as she looked around the room slowly. Her eyes perused the expansive shelves, backlit with warm lighting that matched the hallway lighting. He had a mechanical tie rack, an area in the back with hooks for hanging hats or purses. There were so many color coordinated tailored suits that he knew without even asking that it made her eyes cross thinking of how much money was just hanging on one rack alone.

It was a lot.

The room was very comfortable, hosting the cream color from downstairs, and had a lush carpet. He bit back a grin as she wiggled her toes in it experimentally. Then he stared riveted, not having given her feet much thought, and he felt precum dripping down his dick at the sight of her pretty toes.

Jesus Christ. I’ve never been a feet guy before, he thought his eyes flickering back to hers and his eyes crinkled as he smiled at her.

The defining feature in the room was the massive marble top island stationed in the middle of the large space. It hosted cabinets all around, painted the same deep green color as the bedroom. The massive island was the only pop of color in the room, aside from the clothes hanging from hangers on racks against the wall. It was all cream and marble, making the room feel even more expansive than it already was. Above the island hung another smaller but beautiful crystal lighting feature.

Colin saw her eyes stop and stare at a decanter of whiskey next to a colorful bouquet of flowers. She wrinkled her nose disdainfully.

He tightened his lips and bit back a groan at her reaction, knowing there was liquor all over the house. Please don’t be a problem.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed and she twisted her lips, mirroring his silence.

No bueno.

He’d stayed quiet, thinking he would have to give her something regarding this. To buy himself enough time to show her he was responsible. He built his entire brand on safety and responsibility, and he really didn’t want her to take this away from him.

“You suuurreee like to drink, don’t you?” she didn”t bother masking the slight contempt in her voice. Her eyes turned to his. Colin nodded once, giving her a slight up and down once over.

His mouth turned up on one side.

“I enjoy it, in moderation. Everything I buy is expensive top shelf liquor….so it doesn’t take much to feel good. And I don’t drive drunk, my car’s software doesn’t allow it. I also don’t drink to get drunk either. And I will make sure you won’t either, unless you just need one of those nights. And maybe on the occasional girl’s night out-if you ask for permission first,” Colin replied rather absent-mindedly, before turning to an extremely expensive-looking cabinet.

Olivia scoffed. She wouldn”t be asking permission for things like a girl”s night out but resigned herself to broaching that topic another time. Today had been stressful enough.

He turned back to face her, leaning his back against the drawers and folding his arms and legs. His tattoos bunched and flexed with his muscles. And that sexual tension between the two of them tightened as he watched her eyes do another slow meander down his body. He spoke quickly, knowing if she didn’t stop looking at him like that, he was going to drag her into his closet and do unspeakable things to her.

And he knew she couldn’t handle it, not her first night.

“If you ever feel triggered by drinking, or my drinking, please let me know right away. You can safe word with sex, and drinking. Nothing else. Would you like to pick a safe word now? I left it optional in the agreement. I wanted it to be something you were comfortable with and would be easy for you to remember,” his eyes bored into hers as she cradled her glass closer and shifted from foot to foot.

“Um…it can be anything?” Olivia asked hesitantly. Her eyes flickered from his eyes to his chest, and back again. She looked unsettled, even though she knew what she had signed up for.

Olivia clutched the box even closer to her, the cheap particle board slightly crunching under her fingers.

He tilted his head, wondering if it was a sex toy. Whatever it was, she hadn’t wanted the movers to see it. It was the only thing she elected to carry out of the apartment, aside from the blueprints.

“It needs to be something easy that you can think of, in times of…sexual distress. For when you’re being punished, et cetera,” Colin said softly, his head tilting as he studied her reaction, biting back a dangerous smile.

Olivia’s whole body looked like it had caught fire. Her face, neck and shoulders flushed a beautiful red color. His eyes wandered across her skin greedily, wondering just how much she would flush in other places. Her nipples hardened and his eyes flickered back to hers as she took a cautious step back. Still he waited, silently.

Olivia cleared her throat. “Bunny,” she said with an air of confident finality, bringing her glass up to her lips and downing all the wine inside.

Colin selfishly felt minutely relieved that she didn’t seem to be demanding he stop drinking-at least tonight, anyway.

Colin nodded, turning and began pulling out drawers, motioning silently with his hand for her to come and see. Olivia leaned against the doorway, refusing to enter the space with him just yet, however spacious. Olivia craned her neck slightly to see.

“Bras, panties, socks, tanks, tees, sweatshirts, sweatpants, pajamas are in these drawers. Courtesy of Mary,” Colin showed her one by one.

She cocked her head as she surveyed the items he held up, and he noted that Mary had picked all very feminine and skimpy undergarments. He took pleasure in rifling through them curiously, as if he pawed through women”s undergarments all the time. He didn’t.

The lace looked even more delicate in his powerful hands, and he let himself imagine ripping them off her body slowly. At four hundred dollars a set, it’d do much to take him over the edge sexually, buying her something expensive just to rip it off.

To prove to her that he could afford it, afford her if he so chose to.

He”d never tell her how much her things cost. She’d never let him tear it off her if she knew, it’d have to be his secret. She cautiously walked a few feet to him and reached out and grabbed a white tank top with spaghetti straps and matching light sweatpants, gasping at the buttery feel of the material.

Olivia held the fabric to her face, rubbing the soft material on her cheek, she closed her eyes and cooed at the whisper soft feeling sliding against her skin.

He held his breath against the painful tightening his dick did at the sound. Slowly, as if she was scared to move too fast around him, she reopened the intimate drawer and saw there was no cotton anything inside. He grinned slyly.

No cotton for you, senorita, he thought gleefully.

“There’s no…comfier…undergarments?” she asked hesitantly.

“No, I didn’t instruct her to get any. For the most part, I’ll want you with no panties. There might be the rare occasion where I’ll like you to walk around in lace. That’s what this is for,” Colin rumbled in his deep voice, reaching out to brush her hair behind her shoulder. He relaxed his hand on the back of her neck.

“Oh,” Olivia’s cheeks went bright red and her eyes looked down fast.

“Does this bother you? Can you not wear lace? You were wearing a lace bra the night of our date,” Colin asked, tilting his head and staring at her. His thumb rubbed gently on her nape. The movement served to comfort her, like they weren’t discussing something he could tell she felt incredibly embarrassed about.

Though he wasn’t sure why, panties were panties.

“I-I can. It’s just…on the days I have my period, I’ll want something more comfortable, please,” Olivia”s eyes practically glued themselves onto the drawer in front of her.

The thought of giving her a mind-numbing orgasm while her body is its most sensitive. Oh my God. Would she cry? I need her to cry when I fuck her. I want her wrecked from the inside out, Colin inhaled sharply, and adjusted his stance slightly. In pain.

“Of course, and about that… are you comfortable with period sex?” Colin looked at her curiously, his thumb still caressing away. As if he didn’t just ask the most embarrassing thing in the world.

Olivia’s lips quivered as she suddenly gasped and she quickly rolled her lips as her face turned an even brighter shade of red, her breath audibly caught in her chest. Her shoulders shrugged up hard and he added the simple movement to the ever increasing mental note he’d been keeping on her. Highlighting that this was a serious tell of hers.

Colin heard the crinkling of the cardboard as Olivia pressed the box harder into her stomach. The stress of the day weighing on her. Her eyes closed briefly, as if that would save her from him.

Her big bad wolf.

“I-i-i d-don’t kn-I really need a shower, Colin. Is that ok?” her voice sounded hoarse as it scraped through her windpipe.

I need to hear that sound as I rim her ass. Specifically. I want to hear her stutter my name just. like. that, he took a deep breath. Willing his steely control to remain iron tight.

Colin closed the drawer quietly and turned to face her, his eyes falling to her shoe box, still clutched tightly against her stomach. His chocolate eyes met hers briefly before he turned and opened a dark green cabinet door underneath the island. Exposing another door that he pressed lightly to release a latch and opened that as well, revealing a black safe hidden within the doors.

She watched as he quickly entered a code and the safe unlatched.

He held out his hand for her shoebox, turning his head to look up at her.

Olivia paused for what felt like an eternity, her fingers digging into her box. Her hesitation betraying she didn’t want to give whatever she was holding over to him.

Colin”s fingers twitched as he waited her out. He struggled to keep his expression neutral as his muscles tightened with barely restrained irritation. He wouldn”t have it, he meant to start the way he planned to continue.

He waited for a few heartbeats before standing back up and closing the distance between them. Her eyes stayed trained on his chest, refusing to meet his. Colin took the wineglass out of her hand and placed it on the island countertop.

Olivia took a tiny step back, and he worked to soften his features. He didn’t want her afraid of him.

“Look at me Olivia,” he ordered softly, placing his hand against the side of her soft face. She slowly looked up at him, and he grinned at her wickedly, seeing a flush start in her cheeks.

“If there’s a sex toy in there, maybe we should move it to the nightstand instead?” he teased quietly. He smiled wide when she blushed even deeper as she shuffled from foot to foot.

Lowering his hand he grabbed the shoebox with one hand and began to pull. Olivia pulled back and his eyes narrowed in displeasure. He stepped slightly to the side and then walked a step towards her and backed her up against the island trapping her.

Olivia worked hard at attempting to control her ragged breathing, her eyes stayed trained on his chest.

Give it to me, he growled inside his head yet he forced himself to stay silent. He had to give her tonight, just one night.

Olivia”s fingers cramped, clawed tightly around the box. He stayed silent, their battle of wills playing out uncomfortably in the space of his closet. The air thickened in a tense inferno around them as they silently pulled against one another. She tensed further, and he knew her arm had to burn with the strain of how hard her arm was visibly locking up.

He bit back a growl, irritated, because she’d been pressing the damn thing to her for over an hour with the arm he knew hurt her.

Eyes on hers, Colin suddenly flicked his hand and easily ripped the top of the shoebox off, ignoring her little groan and her tightening her lips. Looking down into the box, he stilled, before his body as well as his erection stiffened to its fullest extent.

Money, and not just any money. Her money, stuffed neatly in a janky ass shoe box.

Colin groaned, feeling a muscle tick in his jaw. He let out a long exhale, the air puffing out between them, and ruffling the red hair laying against her breast. She watched with a miserable expression on her face as one of the hundred-dollar bills fell over onto its face.

Hundreds of dollars of bills nestled neatly on their side dominated the small box.

I don’t want this shit in my house. I don’t know or care if you fucked for it. Killed for it. Drowned babies for it. Stole it. I didn’t give it to you so you can’t have it. You’re done with this. And if I could reach inside your head and rip out every memory of you fucking yourself up for it I would. So, you can’t spend it because it’ll make you think of what you had to do to earn it and you’re so done with that lifestyle baby you may as well forget you even had a life before me. I’M the prize, your reward. Every fucking step you’ve taken in your life has led you to me, he thought.

Everything he wanted to say to her he kept to himself, as he made the decision to maybe take one step back in their fledging trust, in order to teach her a valuable lesson regarding his personality.

He could show her, better than he could ever tell her. The first lesson in pain would be tonight after all.

Colin’s eyes flickered up to hers and crinkled. He slowly reached into the box and pulled out a hundred-dollar bill that he held in the air between them. Carefully observing her watching his movements, he tore it up into pieces in front of her. Ignoring her visceral reaction to the audible rip.

”No!” she half whispered.

Olivia whined and placed the back of her free hand over her mouth, her eyes impossibly wide and looking at him, her expression slightly horrified. She lowered her hand quickly before he could reach in and grab another one. Her fingers spread wide over the money and she bowed her body slightly over it, trying to keep him from grabbing more.

”No Colin,” she gritted her voice thick with emotion. ”You don”t know what I had to do-please stop. Don”t do this!” she whispered, trying to back away, but she was trapped against the island.

She let out a yelp as his hand suddenly grabbed her jaw hard and jerked her head up. His eyes flashed dangerously at her.

”Remove your hand or you will get your first punishment tonight,” Colin said, his face hard and impassive as he looked at her.

Olivia shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. He remained unmoved, unwilling to be manipulated, no matter how fairly.

”Colin,” she whined, pulling her lip between her teeth as she implored to him with her eyes. A tear clung to the edge of her eyelash.

Please, she mouthed. Closing her eyes at his slight head shake no, she let out a sob, removing her hand slowly. She stared at his chest again, refusing to meet his eyes.

”I want you to think about whatever the hell you did for this money, and with every rip I want you to let it disconnect you from whatever the fuck you had to do to earn it,” Colin said in a hard voice. The rip sounded out between them loudly as he tore another bill up, before grasping another.

Obediently, Olivia thought about the two weeks of torture she just put herself through. Her arm throbbed painfully as image after image of the sick stuff she had to do for that money flitted through her head, accompanied by a loud rip.

She was left reeling, feeling like with every tearing sound she heard she felt less and less tethered to the life she”d led just that morning. She let out another pained sob, somehow keeping the tears from falling.

Colin spent the next ten minutes grasping individual bill after bill, only stopping to roll his neck slightly and take a deep drink of his wine. He groaned contentedly and leaned forward to place his lips on the side of her neck. Giving her a wet kiss there followed by a lewd lick that made goosebumps break out on her body.

He proceeded to slowly rip up every bill one by one that was in the box until they were both standing in a confetti made of money. With a small shocked, and defeated sound, she let the empty box fall from her hands. They stared at each other for another tense minute, the tension almost unbearable in the room.

“Got it?“ he asked softly.

Olivia swallowed and nodded. She was too shocked to respond with anything else.

“Do you mind if I take a shower now?” her voice came out hollow, half-turning toward the closet door and waiting.

He looked at her over the rim of his wine glass.

“It’s not time to beg yet, Olivia. You don’t have to ask for those things. There would only be one reason I wouldn’t want you to take a shower. Of course, you can take a shower... or a bath, even. That might be better for your shoulder,” Colin said softly, observing her closely as she was unconsciously pressing into her arm.

She gave him a slightly bewildered look, ignoring his comment. Thinking of how long it’d been since she had a proper bath. He led her out of the pile of money and into the bathroom. She then frowned, reluctantly looking at him once more.

“What do you mean ”there’s only one reason you wouldn’t want me to take a shower”?” she asked with a slight frown on her face. She backed up one step as he came closer.

“There might be times I want to fuck you straight when we get home from a long outing. I like it hot and dirty sometimes. And I love your smell… thinking of fucking you after we’ve been out all day is just…delicious. That reminds me, we need to make an appointment with a perfume house to tailor make you some scents that go well with your body chemistry. I don’t want anything masking your scent,” he explained, taking another sip of his wine.

Olivia bit her lip and decided she was through talking to him for the night. The man was a freak.

Her lips parted as she watched him swallow the liquor, his throat working hard.

Her sister’s voice echoed in her head. “Oh Ollie, what have you gotten yourself into?”

She took a deep breath. Because out of all the things she could have gotten herself into in all the years she’d been struggling, Colin was proving to be the most disconcerting decision she”d ever made. He seemed sweet…emotionally attuned. But the man just ripped up fifteen thousand dollars that he knew she worked herself to death for. Slowly, and relished it. She blinked blankly, suddenly thinking about judge Carmichael.

Are all men with money like this? she thought pensively to herself.

“What you can’t do is lock the bathroom door,” Colin stressed. Watching her pupils dilate, and her cute gasp as her nipples hardened once more under her dress. “I’m going to park the car in the garage and put the food away until tomorrow. I’ll be back in a bit. Relax,” he turned before closing the bathroom door in her face and walked away confidently.

Olivia stuck her tongue out at the door, imagining the look on his face if he’d have seen it. Taking her first true deep breath in hours, she smiled. Relieved to finally be alone. She’d realized the windows in the bathroom had no curtains, meaning anyone could see into the space if they’d wanted. Then quickly surmised that because they were on the second floor of a private property, no one could see in.

She relaxed instantly.

Sighing, she turned to the bathroom properly and her eyebrows raised except this time in pleasure. There was an enormous soaking tub with jets. She’d hurriedly started the faucet on the tub, pressing a lot of buttons on an electrical panel attached to the wall to get the thing to work. In the recessed spot in the wall were shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body cream, loofahs, towels, face masks, and bubble bath.

She poured a generous dollop of bubble bath, watching with pleasure as it lathered up a lot better than the cheap stuff she usually bought Allison at the dollar store.

Sipping her wine again, she tried to listen for movement in the house but could hear none. The house was enormous. Confident she was alone up there, she stripped and got a good look at her body in Colin’s huge bathroom mirror and dimmed the lighting.

Olivia tilted her head, assessing her body the way that she thought Colin would. Her bigger than normal teardrop breasts hung heavy against her ribcage, standing out proud and making her thin waist look thinner next to its mass. Pointing to the sky were dusky pink nipples, elongated against slightly wrinkled areolas. Her milky white skin looked creamy and was thankfully blemish free and her hair hung long around her like a flame, highlighting her freckles and making her tired face look even more youthful. Her plump lips glistened wetly from the wine, and she licked them lightly, liking the taste. Her hips flared out almost indecently. Nestled between them was her mound, bare and plump.

Olivia wondered if he’d like that, then immediately chastised herself for caring.

Seeing the tub filled sufficiently, she stopped the water and plunged in, groaning as the heat and the jets soothed her arm. She looked out the window, seeing the sun had finally set, leaving the stars and dots of mood lighting all around the property glowing in the window.

Olivia craned her head back as the Weeknd’s voice crooned inside the room suddenly. Colin must have activated the sound system in here for her. She smiled again, thinking that was thoughtful, before she frowned again. Thinking about some things she’d read in the contract earlier that day. She shook her head, still feeling like she was in a fever dream.

She proceeded to wash her hair, enjoying the smell of the expensive shampoo. Tensing as she heard a noise and gasped as the bathroom door cracked open slightly before Colin’s deep smooth voice came through.

“Do you need help washing your hair?” he thankfully stayed behind the door, giving her space.

“No, thank you!” she squeaked, pulling the bubbles to her chin just in case he decided to push through the door and invade her privacy.

What privacy? Her eyebrows raised at the thought. She didn”t technically have any anymore.

”Okay, call for me when you’re done. I’m going to help you out, so you don’t accidentally slip,” his voice carried through the door again, and he cracked it slightly wider so he could hear her when she was ready.

Her face reddened. Absolutely not.

No man had seen her naked since she lost her virginity in high school. But then she remembered the agreement and checked her attitude quickly, wondering if she’d fare better if she took the pleasant route this time. He’d already ripped up all her money, betraying his sadistic tendencies.

What does that make me for being turned on so violently by his actions?her lips pursed.

“No please, that’s quite alright. I can see myself out just fine. Thank you for offering, though,” Olivia rinsed the soap out of her hair quickly before adding conditioner and unplugging the stopper. Wanting to rinse out the conditioner and the suds off her body with the above head shower spray before exiting the tub. She pulled her knees to her chest and lowered her forehead to them as she waited patiently for the water to sink down low enough to justify running the above spout. Taking long minutes to settle herself.

Olivia glanced up quickly to attempt to navigate the buttons to start the above head waterfall spray, when she saw a dark figure in her peripheral. She froze in shock, too frightened to even scream.

Olivia slowly turned her head as the water shot from the above spout to pour down as if in slow motion, seeing Colin”s dark figure leaning against the vanity. His legs were crossed, his elbows were bent, and his hands propped his body up on the vanity. Watching her without saying a word.

She hadn’t even heard him come in.

Olivia sat there in the tub with her breasts squished against her knees as the rest of the water drained, and new fresh water rained down on her. She shivered as he just stood there, regarding her quietly, his gaze so penetrating. After a few tense minutes of her trying to wait him out, she turned her head, sighing.

She slowly rotated herself so her back was to him, and began to raise up. Fully aware that his eyes were on the fleshy globes of her backside.

Olivia pulled up on her left arm until she gained her footing and commenced to rinsing her hair and body clean of the conditioner and suds. Her thick hair brushed her ass lightly as she swished the conditioner out. She stubbornly stayed under the spray much longer than was necessary, but she didn’t know how to get out of the tub without facing him and exposing the entirety of her body to him.

She was stuck in a conundrum with no feasible way out.

Hearing Colin”s footsteps tap on the marble bathroom floor she inwardly groaned as the water suddenly stopped and a towel came around her from behind. Cocooning her in its warmth, almost like it was straight from the dryer. Strong arms followed, lifting her up and out, protecting her modesty. He carried her with one hand banded under her knees and another underneath her back. His body felt hard against her soft wet skin.

A hilarious giggle broke from her mouth at the thought. Modesty?

She wouldn”t have any left once the man finishes his mission to turn her completely inside out, courtesy of their contract. She looked into his dark chocolate eyes and sobered instantly, her flesh pebbling under his stare. Desire was plain as day on his face.

”You feel so good against me. So warm and soft,”Colin”s face was tight with emotion, a vicious, hungry look was present in his eyes.

Olivia lowered her gaze shyly, not sure what to say in response. Thank you didn”t seem to be appropriate, considering all the events that went down that day.

Colin placed her on the vanity gently. He leaned forward and placed his lips against the top of her head, and she could hear him inhaling, his minty breath brushing against her ear as he exhaled. After a few seconds, he gently pulled her wet hair to tumble over her left shoulder, baring the right side of her neck and arm.

The music continued to pulse around them, cocooning them in a sultry beat.

Still silent, he reached next to her to grab a small, expensive looking ointment bottle. Scooping up a generous amount, he rubbed it into his big hands before massaging his oiled hands into her shoulder and the surrounding muscles. Her brow furrowed as he gently raised her right arm to access the muscles underneath and by her ribcage.

She closed her eyes and moaned gently as he hit sore spots in her muscle from where her body was trying to overcompensate for the injury. He suddenly hit the truly painful spot, and a whimper left her lips as she tugged her arm away. She shot him an embarrassed, pained stare. Her eyes were shining with tears.

The music crooned through the speaker, adding to the romantic ambiance between them. Vulnerable, she broke their eye contact, looking to the side. To top it off, a hot throbbing between her legs started as she remembered the orgasm he gave her as he pressed slightly into her sore spot earlier in his office.

Colin stopped her massage before turning her back to look at him with a finger under her chin. She clutched the towel tighter to her chest, her eyes lowered to his waist. Not able to meet his intense gaze.

“Look at me,” he said, her eyes fluttered up from his waist, and onto his. Olivia quickly got lost in the dark chocolate depths. He stared openly into her face, holding her gaze hotly. “You don’t have to do that ever again. Do we understand each other? I didn’t even want you to spend the money you earned from it. That”s why I tore it all up. Not because I don”t respect and even admire that you worked for it. But to show you that you are done with that life.”

Olivia regarded him quietly with sad eyes.

Nodding, she looked away again as he resumed massaging the ointment into her muscles until the ointment in the jar was gone and she was completely relaxed. Almost sagging into him once he was done. The ointment heated her skin, deliciously tingling, and making her feel oddly safe.

Colin blow dried her hair as he sipped his drink while she pouted at him, and finished the last of her wine. He’d graduated to whiskey. When he was done, he put a finger under her chin again, tilting her head up and lowered his lips to hers, stopping just shy of grazing her lips with his.

“Who do you belong to?” he whispered, holding her stare with his as he just stood there patiently waiting for her.

Olivia felt a tremble begin deep inside of her, her eyes widened slightly, and her breath hitched again. Sudden memories of him holding her up against her apartment door assaulted her, and she blushed deeply, her skin prickling. She wondered if he thought about the night incessantly the way she did.

“Say it,” he said, his fingers tightening slightly.

“You. Sir. I belong to you,” she crooned softly, knowing what he wanted. Her tongue sneaked out to lick her bottom lip, inadvertently grazing his in the process. She briefly wondered if that was what she truly wanted as well. To belong to someone, to belong to him?

What would it be like to truly belong to such a charismatic, stimulating man such as the one in front of her?

Old desires resurfaced, stealing her breath just as much as he was.

“Good girl,” Colin said lightly against her mouth, the words rolling off his tongue in a seductive purr.

He gave her that devastatingly handsome smile that made her weak. The endearment resonated in her brain as he leaned down, licking into her mouth. Giving her a taste of what he wanted to do between her legs. He spent a couple of leisurely minutes sucking her lips, giving her gentle bites and nips before groaning and deepening the kiss once more.

He put his all into her, sweeping his tongue over hers and sucking hers into his mouth as well. Swallowing her little moans and whimpers. He didn’t let it last long, however. Not like the night two weeks ago when he had her against her apartment door.

Olivia’s tongue tangled shyly with his as he suddenly picked her up again. Towel and all, and carried her into the dimly lit bedroom and laid her on the turned-down bed, breaking their kiss. He pulled the crisp covers up over her and pressed the remote to the television in her hand. Telling her to watch something while he showered.

He’d put her sweats at the end of the bed in case she wanted them. He disappeared into the bathroom, only cracking the door.

Shooting up from the pillows, she looked around seeing the gas fireplace going and one window slightly cracked. Her dewy skin pricked as she felt the coolness of the deliciously crisp fall breeze blow gently into the room. She pulled on her sweatpants and tank top before covering herself back up and looking around for her phone to set her alarm for the morning.

Pausing, she’d realized that she didn’t have to get up early in the morning for anything anymore to set an alarm for right now until school started.

Until schoolstarts, she thought again. A fission of rare happiness ran through her.

Olivia listened to the muted shower sounds for a second before looking at the nightstand on her side of the bed. Her phone was attached to a charger and turned it on silent. Opening it, she quickly made sure her location was turned on and sent it to her sister. She then gleefully deleted every alarm she had pre-programmed on her phone.

She scrolled through several texts, a couple from Aliyah as well. Asking if they could get together, stating she was going to be in town in a couple weeks and wanted to hang out. She beat out a few “I’m ok,” “Yes, let me know when” texts, and a “kiss Allison goodnight for me.”

I can’t stop looking at my bank account. Ollie you are the craziest, most beautiful person in the whole wide world. Send me a picture. Love you 4eva.-Sissy.

She turned and snapped a picture of her with the windows in the background, her still in the bed before sending it and typing.

Pray I last. I think I might actually like him Nessie. And you know I don’t like anyone! -Ollie

That’s a nice place, sis. And I really hope so. What’s in the contract?-Sissy

I can’t tell you-I signed an NDA. And it’s not appropriate anyways. You don’t want to know. I love you! Going to bed. -Ollie

Ew, bitch. Please get on the pill ASAP. One day, we’ll have to talk about your penchant for risk taking. Make sure you check in with me every freaking day. I want to know you”re doing ok. Night! -Sissy

Olivia hit the love emoji and sent her the picture she snapped before placing her phone back on the nightstand. Turning the television on, she pressed the video streaming app and found a show about an English time traveler. She’d been wanting to watch the show and had never had time. Settling deep into the big pillows, she smiled wistfully at the theme song.

The fireplace flickered romantically, and she found herself mesmerized by the show. She didn’t get to see much of it before she drifted off, exhausted.

Finally succumbing to the day’s adventures.

***

Three quarters of an hour later, Colin turned the light off in the bathroom before he padded quietly into the bedroom. Stilling, he saw Olivia had fallen asleep half sitting up. Her curvy breasts rising and falling rhythmically in her sleep. Her hair cascaded around her and against the pillow, its tresses tickling her waist with its length.

Her puffy areola and soft nipples were slightly noticeable through the white fabric of her tank top. The swell of her breasts gleamed in the small light of the fireplace.

He’d left it on knowing that she didn’t like the dark and wanted her to feel comfortable.

Walking to her side to turn the lamp off, he noticed the television flickering gently. He glanced at it for a moment, seeing a man and woman walking through a dilapidated old building they called “Fraser’s Ridge” before getting it on in the basement. He grabbed the remote and rewound the show a few minutes so she could start off where she finished, shutting off the television and placing the remote next to her phone.

Seeing it glowing faintly with a message from her sister, he unlocked it before checking to make sure Allision was ok, knowing Olivia”s worry. Not wanting to wake her up unnecessarily.

Unable to help it, he saw their former texts where Olivia discussed the NDA and not being able to share much. Truthfully, he shared enough with Vanessa in her kitchen earlier, and that’s where he wanted her knowledge to end. Vanessa didn’t need to know the filthy, kinky things he’d had planned for her sister.

Colin then turned his eyes again to her sleeping form when he read more.

‘I think I like him. And you know I don’t like anybody.’

He put her phone face down on the nightstand and walked to the other side of the bed. Grabbing the remote there and turning the fireplace on low before crawling in and laying there quietly. Trying to regulate his breathing after masturbating for well over half an hour in the bathroom. His restraint was costing him dearly. Just smelling her next to him made his dick hard again.

Colin willed it down and attempted to fall asleep next to her.