Kneel For Me
Olivia sighed happily as her and Colin pulled back up to the house as the sun was going down, pulling into the garage and coming through the kitchen. They’d looked at five houses extensively before Vanessa picked a beautiful one about eighteen minutes away. She tearfully hugged all of them, almost breaking down so hard she couldn’t sign the papers. Her and Allison went home that night, leaving them to themselves.
“Something smells gooood!” she sang appreciatively as they rounded the island. She peeked into the warming drawer.
“Oh my gosh Colin what is this?” she said, as he pulled it out and placed it on the stove.
“Mary’s famous paella,” Colin said, shooting her a thrilled glance. “She doesn’t make it often but when she does, she puts her foot in it,” he leaned down and placed a firm kiss on her lips. “Hey, do you mind if we take this to the patio and watch a movie on the flatscreen? Or is it too cold for you? I can turn on the outdoor heater and grab us a blanket,” he mused, his eyes flickering to her hard nipples poking through her shirt.
She blushed instantly, noticing him ogling her without a care in the world. He turned suddenly to open a cabinet and pull out a glass pyrex dish.
She watched as he put a couple large scoops of paella in the dish before snapping the lid on. Colin turned to open a drawer and grab a sticky note and a black sharpie before writing ‘Beth’ on it.
Remaining quiet she continued to watch as he placed it on the top of the dish and put it in the refrigerator.
That’s so freaking thoughtful, Olivia mused, hiding a small smile.
“Well, that depends. Will you please pick the movie, and can we eat it straight out of the pot?” she teased back, grabbing two big spoons and raising her eyebrows inquisitively. He looked at her and flashed a big smile, his brown eyes crinkling slightly around the edges.
“As long as you don’t eat like Vanessa! My God that woman, how does she do it?” Colin teased, leading the way. He’d grabbed the pot and jerked his head at her to follow him. He started the gas fireplace outside before turning on the tv and picking a movie. She’d been too busy blowing on a spoonful of rice to see the title and looked up as the haunting music started.
“What’s this?” Olivia asked, still feeling a little shy from him putting his mouth on her earlier and had a hard time meeting his stare now that they were alone.
The stuff he said, Olivia thought, her heart beating faster at remembering his words while he was making her cum over and over.
The man was a true born manipulator and smooth talker. Olivia supposed she should know all about that. The problem was, she couldn’t manipulate him like she could with her clients. He never gave her an opportunity to vie for control. In a way, it was freeing, to not have to play those games.
But his forward style of approaching things was rewiring her brain chemistry, changing the way she looked at things. She’d considered what she did for work as a sickness, but Colin was showing her there was more than one way to skin a cat. She didn’t feel gross, like she did when she had been beating her clients.
She still felt dirty, but a good kind of dirty. She pleased him, wanted to please him. Had this weird need to please him. She pursed her lips, uncomfortable with feeling as if she’d want to cater to another person, specifically a man.
Olivia shivered.
Oh my God this is bad bad, she thought. She moaned in her head, closing her eyes briefly.
Resigning herself to focus on the movie, she opened them and saw a shadow in the window above the kitchen sink. The top of Beth’s head appeared before Olivia saw her turn towards the refrigerator and grab out the paella before disappearing from her view. Olivia’s eyes slid to Colin, who was making his way to her where she sat on the plush patio furniture.
“Braveheart,” Colin answered. “You’ve never seen it? It’s a classic!” he sat next to her and tucked into the food himself, hearing their utensils scrape the stainless-steel pot. When the gift of a thistle scene came on, and the little girl gave William a flower, she’d surprised him by wiping a tear away.
“I’m sorry, the soundtrack is so beautiful,” Olivia whispered tearfully. He leaned forward and brushed his thumb over her cheek and hummed deep in his throat.
“You can cry, Olivia. It’s a touching movie,” Colin said, leaning back and putting a bite of rice into his mouth. He frowned, as he suddenly found himself wishing it was Olivia’s taste on his tongue instead of the paella. He didn’t get enough this morning.
Colin”s eyes narrowed as they slid to the pot on the table between them, before sliding to the side of Olivia’s face.
She was picking a mussel out of its shell with her fork. He wanted to watch her wrap her lips around the shell and suck it clean then he wanted to take the shell from her and scoop it up her center while he sucked it clean next. His heart banged in his chest as he watched her.
That’s never happened before, he thought with interest.Paella was his favorite meal. He always told Johnathan it was better than sex and he meant that. He chewed the inside of his cheek, pushing the thought away, he grabbed his phone.
Johnathan. I’m in so much fucking trouble. I’ve only known this woman for like a month. She’s making me lose my fucking mind.-C. Kent
Shiiiiiiiiittt. You’ve been half crazy for a while. Let her finish you off. If she’s anything like her sister, I feel sorry for you. Her sister’s been on my brain since I met her this MORNING! I haven’t felt this way since Ezra, and you know it took me a while to feel that with her. What the fuck dude, do red heads have some sort of voodoo magic? -J Dawg
The three dots came back up, indicating that he was typing still. Colin waited.
Do you mind if I ask Vanessa on a date? -J Dawg
Colin frowned, raising his eyebrow. He looked at Olivia, wondering what she would think. He moaned to himself as she began sucking the shell of the mussel clean. His dick became uncomfortably hard.
Why would I care about that? -C Kent
Because, if things don’t go well with you and Olivia, I don’t want you going off the deep end because I’m seeing her sister, ghabiun. Jesus, I swear something’s wrong with you bruh. -J Dawg
Fuck you, Johnathan. Nothing bad is going to happen with Olivia and I. We have an air-tight contract for about four years. Stupid. -C. Kent
You’re the stupid one. You could have just dated her like a normal person. What’s the plan after the contract dummy? She’s going to leave. -J Dawg
The hell she is, he bared his teeth, typing and sending the next text without thinking. The possessive part of him ruling out common sense.
I’m marrying her.-C Kent
He winced, not really meaning to send that. Surprising himself because what the fuck.
Ok that might have been too far, he thought.
Bro you are not thinking straight. You JUST met her. You are a Latin American man and you’re setting up some arranged marriage shit for yourself? In my culture, the parents handle that for us. You’re crazy. Don’t make me fly my mom down here to set you straight. -J Dawg
Listen, she turned me down four days a week for a month after I met her. She wasn’t budging. I was looking for any way in possible and I found it. Why does that make me crazy? Aren’t you doing the same thing by wanting to date Vanessa who you just met mere hours ago? We didn’t get where we are in life because we play the safe games Johnathan. We have to go after what we want. And I want her, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Don’t worry about us, and go after what you want. -C. Kent
Colin put his phone down, not caring to read Johnathan’s response.
They finished eating in silence, riveted to the movie. He leaned back sideways on the couch and pulled her back towards him in between his legs with her head on his chest, so they reclined together. To say she had visceral reactions towards some of the scenes was an understatement, and he spent more time watching her than he did the movie; having seen it several times. He rubbed the skin of her arm gently throughout the movie, fascinated with how soft her skin was.
They shortly got to the wedding scene in which William and his wife married in secret and began to consummate their marriage. Olivia’s skin got goosebumps and her breathing turned shallow as they both watched William slowly open his wife’s top in the darkness, revealing her breasts to the audience. He became even harder thinking about doing the same with her.
“Your breasts are prettier,” he said. And he meant that shit.
Slowly dragging the material of her tank down he bared her left breast to the open air and began to play with her nipple. Colin teased the hard nub throughout the whole movie, only letting up when they got the intensely violent parts. He groaned to himself as he felt her squirm, and realized her breasts were a turn on for her. He plumped the nipple between his thumb and middle finger, squeezing tightly and scraping the nail of his forefinger across the tip. Olivia cried out suddenly and arched, moaning as she settled back down.
“Colin…” she whispered, circling her hips. Needing more.
“I want you to cum, beautiful. I fucking love the way you sound when you orgasm,” he said against her ear, turning, and pulling the lobe between his teeth. Rearranging them slightly so he could reach with his right hand, plunging it into her sweatpants and under her panties, finding her soaking wet. She wiggled against him slightly.
Colin growled audibly as he grasped her clit in his fingers and rolled expertly, feeling more liquid flow from her. She was gasping and whimpering, still sensitive from their earlier escapade in his home study.
He grabbed the remote with his left hand and scrolled through several apps until he found a sensual playlist. Music took the place of the movie, and Sabrina’s Me in Her started playing, her sensual voice filling the space. He ignored her small hand trying to still his movements and wrapped his body more securely around her.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? I thought about touching you every day since the night I met you at the diner. The moment you erased that pretty smile from your mouth and faced me with that challenging fucking look on your face I knew then you were going to haunt me but my fantasies pale in comparison to the real thing.”
She whimpered in response, unable to speak.
He clenched his jaw, placing his hand back on her breast as he pressed a finger into her, making himself follow the slow beat of the song. She pressed her head back against his shoulder, turning her face into his neck and gently nipping at his skin. Pressing closer. Snuggling to him. He’d bent his left knee back, resting his foot against the cushion close to her hip and pulled her left leg up and to the side, hooking her leg over his and opening her wide. He pressed his wide, warm hand to her leg for several moments, settling her.
She’d gasped at the movement, and he felt her face flush hotly. He lowered his head and took her mouth in his at the same time he pressed a second finger in her, the thick digits spreading her the same way he spread her earlier. His tongue dueled with hers wetly, as he curled his fingers up inside of her, trying to find her g-spot. Her legs suddenly shook as he found it, and he worked it a little faster with the beat.
“You’re so fucking beautiful shaking for me while I pleasure this pretty cunt. She’s mine. Isn’t she?” he growled, losing his mind. His nostrils flared as her scent sharpened around him. He thrust his fingers hard inside her. Pressing his knuckles against her and twisting.
The wet sucking sounds became louder as she became wetter, her moans against his lips turning him on and he briefly pressed his hips up into her lower back to ease the ache between his legs. He pulled away to catch her gaze as he introduced a third finger, feeling her start to slightly recoil her hips away from him. His left hand tightened harshly on her breast, keeping her in place, his eyes hard on hers. A low mewling sound escaped her lips as he pressed harder, feeling her tight flesh give.
“Take. It,” Colin bit out almost angrily, feeling his ring finger slide deep in next to the others. She was so warm and snug. He prayed silently he didn’t die when he slid his cock into her, it was a sudden worrying thought.
Olivia threw her head back, her mouth opening as he curled those fingers against that delicious spot and pressed the palm of his hand hard into her clit cupping her from the inside out, massaging her firmly. His big hand encompassing her small pussy easily. He worked her mercilessly. Groaning himself at the feel of her tiny body pulsing around his fingers which he suddenly spread inside of her without warning.
“Noooo-oo-oo!” she whimpered, gasping for air.
He was about to ask her if she needed to use her safe word when she let out a sexy series of broken sobs as she orgasmed again, his fingers on her nipple slowing his movements as he slowly thrust in and out, lowering her from her orgasmic high gently. He gently plucked her lips with his as he let the night air and music encompass their moment, swelling their emotions.
After several minutes he kissed her lightly again and shifted, pulling out his fingers, pulling her top back up and letting her lower her leg.
Olivia panted, having just had two very strong orgasms in just half an hour. His lecture about learning how to have multiple orgasms bounced around her head. He hadn’t been kidding. She’d never come this many times in one day in her life. Her skin sizzled as he spent time manipulating the two of them back into order. She sat up gasping in shock as she leaned forward and felt just how wet she was. She put her left hand back there, feeling her sweatpants. They were soaked. Her face reddened and she froze, not able to move.
Colin began to sit up himself, noticing she wasn’t moving and continued to face away from him. He looked her over and saw how uncomfortable and embarrassed she was. Her shoulders were raised, her telltale sign.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly, already knowing the answer but wanting her to start feeling comfortable enough to discuss these things with him. She glanced back over her shoulder with a nervous expression and spoke so softly he barely heard her.
“M-my pants,” she half whispered, her face beet red.
He looked into her eyes before reaching down and wedging his hand between her ass and the cushions, feeling the extent of the mess they’d made together. He smiled as he gripped her firmly.
“I like it,” he seductively hummed deep in his throat. “Stand up. I want to see,” he said sharply.
“But-” she whispered, getting a horrified look on her face.
“You’ll do what I ask the first time, or there’ll be consequences, Olivia,” he said sternly, her name rolling off his tongue like velvet. His chocolate eyes flashed at her as he squeezed her buttock sharply.
Colin swallowed hard as she stood up slowly, trying to hide her ass from him. He smacked her hand away gently with a light scoffing sound.
His cock twitched painfully; her sweats were indeed soaked. The wet fabric clung indecently to her plump ass, highlighting curvaceous round globes. He leaned forward and pulled down her sweatpants, helping her step out of them, then her underwear, baring her ass to his gaze. He turned her around holding her gaze as he pressed the lacy black scrap of material to his nose and breathed deeply, groaning and letting her know without words how much she pleased him.
He smiled wickedly at her as Olivia’s mouth parted and her pupils dilated.
She shifted nervously from foot to foot, feeling very out of sorts in her sling and also like she was high on some sort of drug. Her vagina was almost level with his mouth, and she whimpered as he leaned forward and furrowed his tongue into the slit between, locating her swollen clit quickly and grasping onto it with his teeth and tongue.
She suddenly screamed as he bit down and pulled sharply with an animalistic growl, tugging the sensitive nub away from her body before burrowing his tongue into her and lapping her up. She moaned weakly through another orgasm as she swayed gently in his arms, her left hand burrowed into his hair.
They stood there like that for a few minutes, rocking against each other gently.
He moved and she felt a thud at her feet. She looked down, confused. Seeing the thick couch cushion at her feet in between his legs.
“Kneel down,” Colin ordered, spreading his legs, and leaning back slightly. Her eyes searched for his. Conceding what she saw there, she lowered her eyes as she went to her knees, with his assistance. She sat there on her heels as he helped her out of her tank top.
“Lay your head in my lap, Olivia,” that voice, digging its way into her brain like it was searching for something.
She mentally cradled her box of hurt closer to herself, hiding from him. It was too much to reveal. Her hurt, her secret she was hiding from everyone, her old lifestyle, her wants and dreams. She stared at him for a tense minute while she worked it out. Then slowly leaned forward and laid her head on his lap, feeling her breasts press against the couch cushions between his legs.
He moved firmly and without hesitation. Closing her in with his thighs and placed a heavy hand on her head, and another on her bare back. She tensed, her shoulders hunching. A ragged inhale burning her lungs. He hummed low in his throat, his big thumb at her head starting to move, stroking her temple firmly. His hand on her back steadily seeping warmth into her before running down her back in a wide sweeping stroke, he repeated the movement for long minutes.
Olivia felt a tear escape her eye.
She wiped it away inconspicuously as she felt him move with his actions. His broad hand at her back stilled and calmed her gently as his other hand firmly held her head to his thigh, settling her. She had a nagging thought that this was oddly too intimate, she’d almost rather he kiss her. A weird, warm sensation began to take over her body and she relaxed, breathing out the breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
Olivia felt comforted, taken care of. She tightened her hold on that box of hurt inside of her, unwilling.
Unwilling to what, she didn’t know.
“There we go. I got you, baby,” Colin said after a few minutes, slowing his movements, leading her down gently but firmly. Soon, his hands stilled completely against her, and she stayed there for a while longer, her cheek pressed to his thigh. Slowly she raised her head up, her eyes not quite meeting his. Feeling something, she didn’t know she wanted to examine just yet.
Colin stood up and shoved her panties in his pocket.
“I don’t think you’ll be getting those back,” he said, bending down to grab her sweatpants and slinging them over his arm before grabbing their pot. Jerking his head at her to follow him, he led her into the kitchen where he rinsed the dish. He whistled as he loaded the dishwasher and locked up the house.
He had her shower carefully with her sling using a detachable overhead spray attachment and then put her in bed, this time making her stay naked. She lounged tiredly against the pillows, flickering the television, and putting on some sort of comedy. She fell asleep before she even got five minutes in. The day completely exhausted her.
***
Colin went into the shower, this time roughly masturbating. He scraped his nails down his abs, imagining they were Olivia’s instead, and pictured himself pounding into her helpless mouth. Mentally replaying her cries and moans of pleasure, he growled low in his throat as he slammed his fist against the tiled wall as his seed spurted out almost painfully.
Shuddering hard and trying to catch his breath, he took his time soaping up while torturing himself dreaming up ways to take the woman in his bed. Having a sudden carnal vicious need to possess her. Groaning, he placed his forehead against the shower wall, wondering how much longer he could wait until the day he could sink his cock into her sweet warmth.
Colin got into bed, this time staying close to his side. Scared to smell her, knowing she wasn’t ready. He fell asleep after a couple hours, his erection preventing him from sleeping deeply.