The Pain We Nurture

Hurts just Enough

The next morning, Olivia parted ways with him without going up to his office. Colin tried to call her several times with no luck.

It was getting to be almost afternoon when he lost his mind, calling Olivia”s cell repeatedly and not getting an answer. She was supposed to be back at his office almost two hours ago and never showed up.

God fucking damn it. Where is she?

He paced his office, breaking out into a cold sweat. Feeling his heart pound.

Ok, don’t overreact, maybe she got caught up designing. Maybe she doesn’t have good phone reception.

He checked his phone for her location, seeing her a a little over an hour away. His eyebrow raised. What fucking cathedral is she at?

Eventually, her phone went dead after a few more hours and Colin left so many voicemails that they filled up her mailbox. Rendering him unable to send out another one. He went downstairs repeatedly, asking the receptionists if there was any chance they’d seen her. They all responded no, every time he asked.

Colin went back to his office, feeling insecure and worried for her. Suspecting he’d done something wrong. He knew he’d been working overtime, but he tried to make it better by bringing her with him. His anger mounted.

Did she run away? I thought we were doing so well…. She gave me gifts just yesterday. Maybe they were goodbye gifts? Did I do something wrong? She wouldn’t leave me without at least telling me, would she?

His receptionists’ lack of concern burned him to his core, and he had to go through the day with a heavy lead feeling in his chest, weighing him down. As the hours passed, and after multiple failed attempts to reach her, his breathing began to be affected.

Uncomfortable, he had to massage his chest several times to help ease the god awful painful ache that had settled and made its home in the spot he knew his heart to be.

Colin was so pissed that he thought about firing his receptionists, but then quickly corrected himself. Because rationally that wasn’t fair and he wasn’t thinking right, obviously.

Continuing to call her just in case she’d found a way to charge her phone, he cursed audibly at every automated “We’re sorry, the person you are trying to reach has a mailbox that is full.”

As he looked out the window at the sun going down, his anger settled deep inside next to that heavy, uncomfortable feeling in his heart. Amplifying into a terrifying emotion that he hadn’t felt in two decades.

Now truly panicking, Colin called Vanessa and Mary back for an update, and his anger burned brighter when they reported that neither of them had heard from Olivia. He refused to leave, staying at the office just in case she’d returned. As it became dark and there was still no sign of her, he broke down and called the police, officially thinking the worst.

Almost an hour later, he was outside the office in the dark, giving the cop a report. His despair mounted when the cop told him that he couldn’t file a missing person’s report until Olivia had been missing for forty-eight hours.

Keeping his back purposefully to the cop’s vehicle, Colin was trying desperately to ignore the police lights lighting up his office building and making his chest tight when he’d spotted Olivia walking up the long street towards them. Her long red hair whipped around her in the night breeze.

She was walking slowly in her green heels with her arms wrapped around herself and looking like she’d been crying. His heart stopped at the almost unbearable sensation of relief, and he fought hard to keep from falling to his knees at the sight of her.

Thank God she’s ok!the rush of relief made him weak, and for a moment he wondered if he would be able to hold it together enough in front of the cop.

Colin broke away from the cop, running to her and snatched her up to him, burying his face in her neck. Relief washed over him in waves, making him feel slightly sick. Olivia let out a strangled sob and wrapped her arms hard around him, shaking. She was cold as she sagged against him.

“Where the hell have you been?!” Colin gritted out at her, grabbing her face and kissing her roughly, visibly trembling. Olivia started crying harder, trying to talk, but he couldn’t hear her pass the blood rushing through his head. She was gripping his shirt desperately, making the material stretch uncomfortably across his chest.

It was suddenly too much, the hours of worrying, the police lights giving him flashbacks, the cold sick feeling that had setttled deep in his stomach.

He placed a hand on the side of her face, assessing her carefully and mentally tamping down the rising anxiety and memories that were trying to break through his mind.

“Amor, are you ok? Did anything happen to you, are you hurt?” he swallowed thickly past the terrified lump in his throat. Feeling himself break out into a sweat at the thought of her being injured, assaulted, possibly violated.

Tears streaming down her face, Olivia shook her head no.

Colin pulled her quickly over to the cops, his hand hard on hers, urging her to tell him what happened so she didn’t have to repeat herself again. He needed to get out of there and quickly before he had an anxiety attack.

He listened to the sharp cracking and scraping of her heels on the concrete as he pulled her up to the officer, the familiar noise momentarily calming him.

“Ma’am,” the older police officer spoke kindly to her. “Can you tell me what happened? This gentleman was so worried about you, are you ok?”

The momentary calm dissipated as soon as she began speaking. Colin felt nauseated as she started explaining herself. He clenched his fist hard, leaning into the uncomfortable feeling of his knuckles straining. He briefly thought about taking his friend Johnathan up on boxing with his psychiatrist friend Alexander.

Though he needed more than a boxing bag in his gym to get out his aggression.

“I got on the wrong bus,” Olivia whispered, gripping his forearm, her nails digging in painfully at the look on his face. She knew she fucked up big time. So badly that she contemplated not even coming back as she was terrified of what her punishment was going to be. But then dismissed the thought quickly, remembering their contract, and everything Colin just did to help support Vanessa and Allison and changed her mind. She was stuck.

“I was trying to get to the other side of the city, a-and I mistook what bus I was on. It was my first time taking public transportation...they took me two hours out of the way, and when I got off at the stop, I realized I forgot my purse with my phone in it on the bus in my hurry to get off!” she broke off emotionally with a sob, pressing her fists hard to her eyes briefly and that sudden need for pain was not lost on Colin.

He instinctively placed his hand on the back of her neck under her hair and squeezed down hard. Grounding her.

“I had to hitchhike back and use their phone to call the transportation department to find the bus with my stuff. Luckily, they had it and I convinced the lady who drove me around to bring me to get it. I was able to give her some cash for her troubles when I got my purse back.”

Ending her story, she hiccupped. She was trembling, visibly upset.

For her troubles, Colin mentally seethed, standing there with every emotion imaginable violating him, and that sentence was the one repeating in a torturing echo in his brain. Somehow, he was only able to process said sentence with irritation and anger. He raised his head to the sky.

Peace. Just give me peace. I don’t ask for much. I can’t lose it, he thought. Breathing deeply.

“Baby,” Olivia’s fingernails dug deeper into his arm, and he tore his gaze from the sky, looking at her instead. Her term of endearment tugging at his heartstrings. He reached forward to brush a tear from her cheek.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” she whispered to Colin, wiping her eyes. “It was an accident,” her voice broke.

The police tipped his hat at them and walked away, thankfully turning off his lights before driving off. Colin let himself take a deep breath of relief, however that tight uncomfortable feeling in his chest wouldn’t ease up.

Colin folded her in his arms, pressing his lips to her temple. She didn’t leave me. She’s here. She came back. She came back…

Conflicting emotions hit him at once; relief for her safety, anger that she was so remiss that she got on the wrong bus and carelessly leaving her belongings, upset that he almost lost control of his looming anxiety in front of her and the cop.

He pulled away warily, caressing her cheek and preferring not to say anything and led her firmly to his car, opening the passenger door and placing her inside. He leaned into her and kissed her softly, his tongue lashed out, searching deeper. He groaned when she parted her lips for him and he shivered hard when her hands went to the back of his neck and clutched him to her desperately.

Their breaths sounded loudly between them, and his control almost snapped, he wanted to crawl on top of her and mount her right there in the passenger seat. He pulled away with a frustrated sound and buckled her in, thankful she stayed silent and let him.

Colin rounded to the back of his vehicle and paused, gripping his hands into a hard fist, the tension in his body radiating through him and getting the best of him. He stood there for a long moment, at war with his body. Feeling so out of depth for the first time at almost thirty-nine years old.

Grimacing at the pain in his hand he shook it hard, walking the rest of the way to the drivers’ side with ease. Schooling his face into a picture of calm, knowing that he needed her to have him as she knew him. In control, with no room for weakness.

But she”s turning into my weakness. So what the fuck am I supposed to do with that? he stayed quiet.

On the way home in the dark he called Vanessa, Johnathan, and Mary, letting them know that Olivia was ok and just had a minor incident. He instructed Mary to go home, as she’d stayed behind at the house after her shift just in case Olivia showed up, or she was needed somehow. The woman was thoughtful.

But you do not need to be in the home for what’s about to go down.

Johnathan probed him, “You ok bro?” his simple question making him unbelievably pissed off. The fucker made sure he stayed in therapy every Monday; he didn’t want other people probing his feelings and emotions. He hung up on him without answering the question and placed his hand on hers and thumbed the back of her delicate hand, her blue veins standing out in sharp relief.

Reaching forward, he turned her seat warmer on before replacing his hand back on hers, feeling her slight tremble.

He stayed silent for the majority of their drive. Not positive he had it in him to reassure her of anything, because how could he reassure her when he couldn’t even convince himself he wasn’t about to do what he knew he was about to?

“What are you thinking about?” he said gruffly, trying to see where her thoughts were. He didn’t turn his head to meet her eyes when he felt her gaze on his profile.

“I… I don’t want to be punished for an accident. I”ve been running around worried all day. I knew you”d be angry, upset. I was worried about you,” she said to him softly.

His heart skipped a beat.

“I’m not going to punish you. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you that it’s going to feel like it, but tonight is not a punishment,” he said quietly. Already imagining her scream the first time he thrust his big cock inside of her.

Man, I hope it hurts juuusssst enough to calm me down, he rubbed a hand down his jaw, breathing deeply. His dick swelled and twitched uncomfortably.

She stayed silent.

“Where were you trying to go?” he asked gruffly. He already knew, but he was trying to keep the conversation going to help center his emotions. His eyes scanned the road ahead.

Olivia turned her head to look at him again, her eyes sad, and wary.

“The famous Cathedral on the other side of the city. I was going to take pictures and practice measurements this week. I’m struggling on a specific design….and I thought it would h-help…I tried to tell you last night on the plane but you were busy, so I just left you alone to work,” she replied softly, bringing her hand up again to wipe an errant tear away and sniffing.

Colin squeezed her hand, knowing the small gesture was just that. Small. He knew she knew he was barely holding it in.

“Have you been taking your birth control pills every day?” he suddenly asked. He placed an elbow on the driver’s door, and stretching out his left leg, desperate to relax his body in any way possible. He was bent to the breaking point.

Colin spent a precious few seconds breathing deeply, not wanting to scare this woman.

In his mind’s eye he kept seeing the red and blue sirens from the cop vehicle flickering across his office building. A flashback quickly overtook his mind; sirens and flashing lights reflecting off broken glass littered across the black asphalt as he lay there struggling to breathe after the crash he’d caused when he was sixteen years old. Bodies being carted out in black bags, a child’s arm flopping lifelessly as they put him into a bag of his own. His breath burned in his lungs as the memory came back viciously. Unable to keep it at bay.

“Yes, every day. Why?” Olivia responded and swallowed hard, feeling his hand stroking hers deceptively soft.

He just glanced at her, giving her a wry look. Turning her face from his sharply, she glanced ahead, her cheeks going pink as his words registered.

“We’re getting straight in the shower when we get home,” he said absent mindedly, he softened his voice struggling hard with not wanting to come across harsh. “Did you eat while you were out, baby?”

She looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yes. I had a sandwich…the lady kindly got it for me while we were trying to locate my purse…” her eyes suddenly welled up. Hating feeling so small and weak next to him in this moment. She gritted her teeth to stop a sob from escaping.

“Stop it, please,” the amount of effort it was taking to not unleash himself the way he wanted to surely should be worthy of some sort of medal. The nobel peace prize maybe?

His own jaw clenched when he figured he could have hauled her back up to his office, they didn’t even have to drive home.

She doesn’t deserve that though. She hasn’t had a fuck since she was a teenager. She’s sweet, she’s special, she’s different, he looked out the side of his window, at war with himself.

But she signed the contract. She knew good and well what she signed up for. You can do whatever you want to do to her. You don’t even need a reason to hurt her the way you know you need to. She”s already given you permission.

Colin shut the direction of his thoughts down quickly. Reminding himself he wasn’t a monster, and he would have control over himself. He wanted her to enjoy everything he did to her, even the pain, the way he wanted to ruin her. Make her question her very identity when she looked at herself every morning in the mirror. Knowing that wanting that was wishful thinking.

“I want you to go get the shower ready. I’m going to grab a piece of fruit before I come up. I haven’t eaten today,” he stated, causing her cheeks to go even more pink with shame. “Don’t blush, it’s not your fault.”

There’s no fucking way I could have eaten, thinking something happened to you.

“That’s all you’re going to have?” she inquired quietly as she stared at his profile. “I can warm you up some leftovers for dinner.”

Colin remained silent; the sexual tension thick between them. They pulled up to the house, pulling into the garage. He parked the car, undoing his seatbelt and stilled her from opening her car door with a hand tight on her wrist. Olivia’s green eyes met his reluctantly.

“I’m going to fuck you all night Olivia. You’re all I want. So no, I don’t need dinner,” Colin said, his voice deep and husky.

Olivia stopped breathing, excitement coloring her gaze. He let her hand go and grabbed her bag, following her into the house. He laid her bag on the countertop and jerked his head in the direction of the home elevator.

Not touching her or saying another word.

Colin bit into an apple as she walked slowly to the elevator, slipping inside, and disappearing to the top of the house.

Walking into his office he opened his drawer, taking an anxiety pill even though knowing it was going to prevent him from ejaculating for a long time. He sat there in the light of the lamp on his desk, in his office chair breathing deeply. Silently willing the memories to the back of his mind.

He didn’t need this tonight.

A few minutes later Colin walked into the bedroom and methodically ran through his nighttime routine. He put their phones on their chargers, turned the house alarm on, and started the fireplace and their surround sound. Thinking he wanted to throw her off the usual vibe, he carefully picked a sultry filthy, slow, carefully curated playlist of all men vocalists.

He was so over being gentle with her. He felt all the blood drain to his cock and cupped himself, squeezing hard around the thickness of his shaft on a grunt. Anticipation settling deep in his bones.

Taking a deep breath he stripped himself of his clothes before walking into the bathroom and joining her in the steamy, hot shower. Olivia had her back to him and was currently rinsing her hair, the wet, dark mass tumbled down her back, highlighting the dip in her waist. She jumped a little as he came up behind her, running his hands down her front from behind and pulling her to him as the first melody of the song started.

“Colin,” she spoke hesitantly, turning her face to him slightly. “I really am so sorry I had you worried,” she wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders curled in as she began to cry silently.

Colin turned her to face him, leaning down to take her mouth harshly, placing them both under the spray. He traced her ribcage as she moaned into his mouth. Firmly pressing his fingers in, feeling how tiny her waist was in the span of his broad hands. He pulled back to look her in the face.

“Let’s get something straight,” Colin said, glaring down into her eyes. “I wasn’t worried,” she flinched as he slapped the side of his hand into his palm, the noise echoing around the tile. “I was fucking sick thinking that something happened to you. And the only thing saving you from getting your ass completely ripped to shreds tonight is the fact that I’m ready to end this little waiting game between us, and I don’t want to scare you. You haven’t had a true lover before, that one time romp in high school doesn’t count. I may be a sadist, but I’m not evil. YES, I have an insatiable appetite, but I’d rather not throw you off a cliff headfirst. I said this to you in the very beginning,” he paused, his eyes flickering between hers. “Do we understand each other?” he said, looking down into her green eyes, growing wider with each sentence.

Olivia nodded as she wiped a tear away with a trembling hand, her crying ceased, being firmly replaced by a flame of desire. She tried to peek down at him curiously, but he stopped her with a finger under her chin, lifting her head back up. Preventing her from looking at him below his chest.

“Say it,” Colin growled harshly, his eyes hard on hers. The water sluiced off his hair, running down his body in rivulets. The dark hair on his body under the spray enticed her to touch it. He was just so male. The age difference between them was suddenly glaring, and she licked her lips as she realized that made her even more lustful.

“I understand, sir,” she whispered, her breath hitching excitedly.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, let me know if I start to bother your arm,” Colin said, searching her eyes.

Olivia nodded again, her desire amping up to a deep hot burn incinerating inside her belly, causing her muscles to tremble with anticipation. He took his finger away and stood back, letting her see him for the first time. She went still as a statue, her eyes riveted.

She swayed as she suddenly became lightheaded.

Olivia was semi-aware that Colin was speaking to her, except she couldn’t hear…couldn’t process his words. He’d folded his arms, going silent as she blatantly ogled him, unable to do anything but stand there and blink while she stared.

H-holy fuck! Oh, my Jesus, I know I haven’t been talking to you lately, but I think I need you now, Olivia thought, licking her bottom lip before biting it, mesmerized.

His dick was impressive column of flesh. Long, fleshy, and veiny. It hung low and was heavy looking, weighted down by its girth. Her sex clenched painfully. A rather desperate whine escaped her throat, scaring her. She glanced up in suprise when he suddenly snapped a finger at her.

“See something you like Olivia?” his voice echoed off the tile.

Swallowing hard, she nodded, feeling her ribs contract with each ragged breath she took.

“What was that?” Colin’s eyes burned into hers, searing her.

And she’d suddenly had a flashback of their first date, the way he sat back in his tailored clothes watching her so sexily over the rim of his liquor glass. His eyes had that same flash, and she suddenly became overheated. Her nipples became unbearably hard, and she squeezed her legs together to try and ease the vicious ache between them.

She was mentally kicking herself for being so innocent. Distracted with killing herself with work and the whole time this magnetic man had been pursuing her for over a month while she denied him repeatedly.

“Yes, sir,” she said louder, holding her chin up, meeting his hard stare with one of her own.

He seemed to like her challenging ways that kicked off this whole fifty shades of grey scenario. Her head tilted and her eyebrow lifted in recognition as she suddenly put two and two together. A hilarious bubble of laughter escaped from her throat as she realized that she’d inadvertently had her own sadistic version of Christian Grey. Her giggle cut off as a small trickle of fear and doubt settled in amongst the heavy feeling of need in her belly. ”I don”t think it”s going to fit, sir,” she whispered, sucking in a sharp breath of air at imagining him spreading her-

“Is that a challenge, mama?” Colin rumbled in his deep voice, his Latin flair thickening his voice. Walking towards her, his gait like a predator, his muscular arms bunching with his movements.

Olivia”s comical moment dissipated, and she stepped back the tiniest amount feeling her heart crawling into her throat. She’d started panting in earnest, her breathing being drowned out by the sudden blood rushing into her head.

”Because it”s going to fit, Olivia. I wondered what thoughts were going through your innocent little head when I warned you that you were going to be screaming and clawing while you were beneath me,” he tsked as he advanced closer, trapping her against the shower wall. ”Poor baby, time”s up.”

Colin’s chest met hers at the same time the shower wall met her back. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head, leaning down into her space, not touching her. Lowering his head, he got eye level with her. His deep chocolate eyes drilled into hers, the softness gone.

Seeing she was almost choking on her breath, he smiled almost tenderly at her.

“I love that sound, baby. It’s almost as good as the real choking is going to sound like,” Colin whispered, the bass of the song reverberating loudly through the bathroom.

Without warning, Colin lowered his head and took a bite out of the juncture between her neck and shoulder, clamping down hard and shocking her. Olivia cried out as he spent a minute roughly sucking and pulling at her skin, before slowly moving up her neck.

She made a pained noise and tried to jerk away. Instinctively trying to protect the spot on her neck she knew he wanted. She made a rough noise, attempting to put her hands to her neck.

Colin moved quickly, slapping her hands away and startling her. He slid his hands in her hair and roughly snatched her head to the side before biting down slowly where he wanted and growling deep in his chest.

Olivia squealed, pushing against his chest futilely as Colin persisted, tightening his teeth even harder, and then harder. She jerked within his hold, then sagged, moaning long and slow feeling her sex spasm as she orgasmed weakly.

Colin pulled away slightly to regard her panting and trembling form. Helping to hold her up as her knees buckled. He looked at the vicious, fresh mark on her neck and his blood rushed in his veins.

Colin licked his lips, feeling his chest expand with pleasure at the sight. He leaned into her, putting his lips to her ear. Olivia placed her hands onto his chest, digging in her nails slightly.

“You like pain I’ve been noticing. Not many women can come just from having their neck bitten baby. God, I’m going to enjoy making you into my little slut. It’s going to be my greatest accomplishment ever,” Colin whispered in her ear, his hand tightening even more in her hair as he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue.

Olivia’s hands went to his shoulders and dug in, the feeling of her sharp nails making his erection jerk between them.

He bent and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. He spun them around, slapping his hand against the shower control blindly and turning the water off. She caught a glimpse in the vanity mirror of him carrying her slight frame out of the bathroom and her mouth parted in shock at how erotic they looked. An image she’d never associated with herself before.

Colin carried her to her side of the bed, ripping the blankets down harshly, and laid her down onto her back. He leaned down to suck the water beads off her breasts, enjoying the little moans of pleasure that erupted from her. Turning, he placed the digital clock that was on her nightstand on its face, obscuring the time before casting her a dark look.

“You don’t need to worry about time, do you baby?” he asked, cocking his head at her. Wondering if she caught his hidden meaning.

Olivia’s eyes widened as she blinked, slowly shaking her head no. Colin smiled that devastatingly sexy grin at her.

“Why?” his voice came out husky, “I want to hear it.”

“Be-because it’s not my decision,” she replied, sure as shit she was right.

“Bingooo, she’s learning. None of it’s your decision, even if I let you think it is,” he regarded her slowly before crawling up the bed and settling between her legs.

The sounds of the music beat sensually through the speakers as he roughly grabbed her, bending her legs back so far her knees were almost touching the mattress by her shoulders. He placed his hand between them and agitated her clit in the way he knew she loved. ”God, your cunt is so juicy, baby. Do you hear yourself?” he rasped, hearing the muted wet sound of his fingers swirling in her flesh.

Olivia arched and moaned, her face pinched tight as Colin spent long minutes carrying her to the edge before flinging her off. She jerked her hips as she broke.

He reveled in her soft cry of orgasm, loving the flush that came over her face and chest as she was pleasured. She’d reached down and grabbed his hand to still his movements, rolling her hips deliciously for him.

“What’s your safe word?” Colin asked, looking down at her flushed face.

Olivia sucked in a breath, making a cute whistling sound.

“Bunny,” she whispered.

“Say it again, louder.”

“Bunny.”

“Now promise me you’re going to use it if you need it,” he said harshly.

“Col-sir,” Olivia cried, rolling her hips.

“Fucking say it,” he said, a violent look in his eyes.

Her eyes widened, fighting to stay locked on his.

“I promise to use my safe word if I need it, sir,” she promised, swallowing hard.

Oh my fucking god, she keened inside her head, mentally crawling to her box that housed those deep feelings, and checked it. She frowned when she realized it was cracked.

Pausing, Colin lowered his head and bit at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh junction at her knee. Distracted, she’d gasped at the little bite of pain, not realizing he’d lined himself up with the slit of her sex. He nibbled hard, causing her to cry out in shock before he’d suddenly slammed his hips forward on a guttural grunt. Putting all of his weight into his lower back, splitting her apart.

His fingers tightened around her legs as he firmly sank into her before stopping halfway.

“Fucking God,” he groaned, his skin immediately misting with sweat. His breath froze in his lungs, feeling her warm, tight flesh contracting around him, strangling him.

Olivia”s mouth dropped open on a wail as she closed her eyes and dug into his forearms with her nails. He waited till she was done, before repeating the movement and pressing himself mercilessly the rest of the way in. Hitting the back of her pussy and then some, grinding deep.

Oww! Oh my God, Olivia screamed inside her head, feeling her body lock up as her flesh parted for him. She trembled, feeling her body break out into a sweat. The hot feeling draped over her senses making her feel disoriented.

Fresh, shocked screams ripped from her throat; her nails drew blood this time as they sank into his forearms. He cocked his head, his eyes tight on her expression as he drank in her reaction to him.

“NO!” she gasped, her shocked eyes met his before closing again. ”You’re too big,” Olivia sharply screamed, panicked.

Her body fell out of control, and she began heaving big panting breaths, crying out his name over and over. Her hands left his forearms and flew to his neck and shoulders, gripping tightly. Colin turned his head slightly to protect his face as she was attempting to grab at anything to ground herself.

Again, Colin waited till she came to her senses. It took a solid couple of minutes while he prayed for patience.

“Do you need to use your safe word?” he asked, thinking he wouldn’t survive it if she did.

Olivia shook her head no, her eyes meeting his, they were dark and wild staring up at him. The pain morphed into such a sharp ache of pleasure another sob ripped out of her throat at the feel of the heavy pressure of him sitting high and hard inside of her. She felt herself clench desperately around him.

She was trembling and her legs were shaking hard. Colin firmed up his hold on them, looking down and seeing the pink lips of her sex spread wide at his root. He tilted his head, feeling feral, fighting the desire to pound into her straight away. His eyes raised back to lock with hers.

“There’s that sound I’ve been craving to hear. Your pussy is divine, beautiful,” he looked down at her and waited until her green eyes met his once more. Olivia”s eyes widened further in shock as he pulled back once more, grunting as he drove forward on a harsh slap of flesh, jolting her up and down.

Colin gave her a few relatively easy thrusts before speaking.

“When it’s like this, and you become sore, crazy with need, out of your mind sensitive, and I still won’t stop and give you mercy. I want you to remember that day you were in my office and the way you were signing every fucking thing over to me that was important to you. I own you. And right now, I want you to shut your fucking ass up and take it. Otherwise, I’ll fuck you harder Olivia, don’t test me,” he growled deep in his chest, picking up the pace, the sound of their slapping flesh echoing loudly in the room.

Olivia”s face tightened with orgasm at his words, and she threw her head back, flinching as he placed his hand over her mouth, muffling her screams.

“Enjoy it, that’s the only one you’re getting for a long time,” he growled into her ear, his hips churning through the hash clasp of her pussy.

Colin fucked her so hard they wound up on his side of the bed.

”Sir, oh my God! Sir please slow down,” she buried her face into his forearm, just for him to pull her back by her hair.

”You need to come to terms with the fact you aren”t in control, Olivia.” Colin said, adjusting his knees and feeling his hips settle into a comfortable rhythm. ”All you need to concentrate on is learning to take it.”

His hands fisted into the mattress next to her, following her up as he repeatedly beat into her flesh, causing her to cry out for mercy. But he wouldn’t give her any, just like he said he wouldn’t. Leaning down, he licked the sweat off her collarbone, feeling like an animal as he dragged his tongue straight up her neck and settled his teeth on her jaw, stilling her from thrashing her head.

He continued for a couple hours, varying the pace and intensity of his thrusts. Bringing her to the brink and then back, not giving her the benefit of an orgasm he knew they both needed, torturing them both.

As much as he wanted her to feel pain, she was giving it to him as well. And he accepted every harsh drag of Olivia”s nails on his skin happily.

Sometime during the night, Colin moved them to the floor of the lounge so he could be closer to the drink’s cabinet. Pressing his hips firmly into hers, he kept her legs spread wide. Looking down between them he could see how engorged she was.

Colin wrapped his hand around her throat to keep her still while he made them a drink one handed. He hauled her up with his hand around her neck, helping her drink it, knowing her throat was burning from all the screaming and begging she’d been doing.

Colin took a deep drink himself and lowered himself over her once more, he started off slow, giving her a brief reprieve. He groaned as he felt her clench hard around him as the liquor settled into her system. He reveled in each smacking thrust, his pace becoming increasingly faster and more brutal as he began to work her up to what he selfishly prayed was a seriously painful orgasm.

He lowered his lips to her nipple and took it between his teeth, ignoring her sharp cry. The floor had no give, and her hips beat hard off the wood as he pounded into her. Just like he’d described when he had her against her apartment door weeks ago.

Olivia tried to keep track of how long it’d been by the songs, but it’d been no use. Colin was an all-encompassing lover and a selfish one she’d found. There was no way to disassociate from him, as he’d notice immediately and shut it down. Often becoming more vicious, using every part of his body to dominate her.

Every muscle was straining to use her body the way he was. The muscles in his arms and chest stood out in sharp relief, betraying his stamina. Olivia craved his body, loved the sight of it as he tirelessly held himself above her.

Olivia started begging, and he reprimanded her, giving her sharp slaps on her breasts. They were red and stinging. He’d sucked them till they hurt, then he used his teeth to make it worse. She burned everywhere; the sensations were as painful as they were pleasurable.

The heady mix of the dueling sensations making her crazy, and there was no relief in sight. She tried manipulating him by crying and was quickly told tears wouldn’t help, so she cried for real, and then he started talking to her.

She mentally went inside herself to feel if that box of hurt was staying closed, pressing it deeper into the shadows.

Colin seemed to have this strange ability to tap into that subconscious part of her brain, driving his words straight in and rendering her senseless. The playlist switched and Colin slowed for the next song, removing his teeth from its grasp around her neck, circling his hips deep as he threaded his fingers through her hair and kept her head still so he could look into her eyes. Speaking to her in a rough, sexed, deep voice.

“Should you have left without telling me where you were going. Speak to me now, Olivia.”

“No, sir.”

“Should you have even thought about taking public transportation with no experience?”

“No sir.”

“Should you have been so remiss as to leave your purse by accident? Where the fuck was your head, mama. You’re lost and then lose your belongings at the same time?”

“No, I don’t know. It won’t happen again, sir.”

“You’re damn fucking right it won’t. Why didn’t you ask me to take my car?”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” she whispered, closing her eyes to him and looking away. Shame filled her, making her weak, leaving her just as breathless as the man thrusting between her legs.

That sentence took him back to the point where he ceased all movement and just stared down at her. Big mistake. Sensing his silence, her eyes popped open and widened when she realized.

“I’m adding an extra eight months on our agreed time,” he started thrusting again, the feeling rougher after the slight break.

Olivia looked up at him in shock through the insane mind numbing pleasure as he told her.

“Nowait, Colin!Please no, that’s not fair!” her words came out incoherently, she began sobbing in earnest now. The gaping helpless feeling grew broader within her.

And for some reason, she couldn”t help but feel that thread between them tighten, strengthen with every bit of time he added to their agreement. She felt safe, despite the helpless feeling, because Colin was the one causing her to be vulnerable.

“Yes. What you did to me today wasn’t fair. Now shut up.”

“But you’re talking to me!”

“Oh, so we’re back talking, now?”

Olivia squealed as he pulled her hair back and strained her throat so hard, she couldn’t talk if she wanted to as she could barely pull in a full breath.

Surprisingly, the pain transformed into something special for her and her body felt like she was engulfed in flames, same as if he’d poured gasoline and dropped a match on her, lighting her up.

Caught off guard, Olivia orgasmed so hard she almost knocked the drink cart over when her arm swung out for stability. Hearing glass break, he hurriedly threw an arm out, catching the cart as it tilted, before banding his arms around her to keep her still as he worked over her relentlessly.

God fucking damn it that”s sexy, Colin thought as he felt his body being engulfed in the same flames that were overtaking her.

Olivia arched against him hard as he let go of her hair and she threw her head back on a high-pitched scream. Feeling her body shatter to pieces. Her eyes squeezed shut as she gasped, gulping breaths of air that felt like fire in her lungs. Unbeknownst to her she wet everything, squirting everywhere as she orgasmed.

“Yeeesss,” he growled, “breathe baby. God you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he put a hand against her neck, stroking her throat firmly, slowing his pace.

“Oh, my fucking God it huuuurrrrtttsss,” she screamed, trying to curl in on herself but he wouldn’t let her, keeping her wide open, unable to close herself off from the sensations.

Colin”s eyes widened at her words, and pleasure unlike anything he”d ever felt, settled in alongside the painful burning feeling that was seemingly taking over them both. He made a harsh sound and slammed against her hard, feeling half crazed with desire. And for a split second, he could understand a masochist”s desire to feel pain.

It made him feel alive.

“It needs to, so you’ll always remember. You’re such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well,” he said to her. His eyes narrowed as her fists beat against him and pushed hard.

They grappled with each other’s arms briefly and she cried out incoherently, feeling like one delicious throb, still caught up in the wild grip of her orgasm.

“I caaannnt! I can’t take it,” she cried, her head thrashing.

“Let me help you… I know it’s unbearable, you orgasm so strongly for me, beautiful,” pinning her wrists to the floor next to her head, he lowered his mouth to her breast once more. His incessant sucking making the throbbing between her legs somehow more intense.

The floor was soaked with her juices, and he didn’t care. Still giving her those punishing drives, his arms tight around her.

As the sharp edge of her orgasm faded, Olivia crawled inside her mind. Willing herself to relax and fall into this insane sexual trap that Colin was spinning her into, as if his dominant energy was a tangible web he was weaving. She whimpered at every hard suck of his lips around sensitive nipple.

Her legs went limp and she moaned weakly as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, almost like she was in a constant state of orgasm. She felt her feet bobbing in the air with every jolt of her body as he worked to get his own. His mouth left her breast and then settled against her lips, sucking at her lips and tongue greedily, groaning and making her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

A few minutes later Colin let himself find release within Olivia”s body. His thick cock spurted deep inside her, and she weakly stared up at his face, breathing harshly as he groaned, a pained sound deep in his chest.

He was beautiful as he orgasmed. And she realized how much him fucking her like this cost him physically. She sighed as her body twitched with a weak orgasm again at the feel of his seed spilling hotly inside of her. He buried his head in her neck and they rested like that for a while. Utterly spent.

They were both soaked in sweat, and she ran her hands down his back as soothingly as she could. But her fingers were trembling.

He carried her to the bed, still inside her, and lowered her down. “You did so good baby, I’m so proud of you,” placing himself on top of her, he took her mouth in a sensual kiss as he rubbed his hands down her body in long, soothing strokes and kept his gaze on hers while she struggled to recover.

Only when her heartbeat was back to normal, and he was sure she was relaxed did he disengage himself and settle in the bed next to her. His hand curling possessively on her breast. They fell asleep that way, entwined around each other.