Chapter Nineteen #3
She nods more vigorously this time, whimpering like a baby kitten .
“If you can come quietly now, I’ll reward you with my cock later. Do you understand?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.
She nods, and I remove my hand from her mouth, dropping it against her neck, finding the perfect position to squeeze the column of her throat just the way that makes her pussy contract.
As if like an on-button, I slip my fingers further between her lips and find a new wave of slickness coating me.
It would be so easy to slip my cock into her now, but Olivia’s inability to be quiet is an obstacle, to say the least.
I can still hear Luca and Danny rustling around my office, and as much as I want them to get the fuck out, the fear of being caught certainly has its perks.
I pull my fingers out and focus on her clit again, over and over, circling her sweet bud until she hikes her leg up against the doorframe and braces herself against my chest, forcing my back into the shelving unit.
A few papers fall down with the force of her bucking.
I can hear Luca say it’s time to lock up, and then finally, the click of the lock lets me know we’re alone.
“Come for me now, Killer. Show me how fucking turned on you are,” I whisper into her ear.
She pushes back against me again, one hand pinching her nipple and the other behind her back, palming my erection.
I’ll never be able to set foot in this closet again without thinking of her sweet moans and the slap of her pussy juice against my fingers.
I can see her muscles tensing now, her breathing becoming more shallow.
She’s bucking against my hand, so I barely have to move.
She’s such an active participant during sex.
I’ve never met anyone so voracious, someone who so incessantly takes what they need.
She’s not scared of me. Not scared to take her pleasure, and I fucking love it.
I squeeze her throat a little harder now, and she breathes in a quick gasp.
A moan cries out, and she reaches the apex of her orgasm. She rolls out each wave, whimpers rolling out in tandem with her hips.
“Don’t stop yet. I’m still going,” she whispers, using her hand to press down on my fingers now.
After another thirty seconds of writhing, she slows her hips, lowers her leg from the doorframe, and slumps back against me. My dick is almost crying out.
“Have they gone?” she asks.
“Yeah, baby, they’ve gone. You didn’t think I’d let you come before, did you? I knew you couldn’t be quiet.” I smirk.
“I always used to be quiet.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, opening up the cupboard door to check that Luca and Danny have actually left. It’s empty, but I spy Olivia’s crop top on my desk.
“With other guys,” she says simply.
I turn to face her, dark possessiveness seeping through my bloodstream so fast that I’m surprised I don’t transform into one of those fucking werewolves Olivia has me reading about.
“Did you just mention your previous lovers in my office after I made you come all over my fingers, Olivia?”
“I . . . yes,” she replies, a hint of nervousness lacing her voice.
“Go to the desk and bend over.”
“Austin?”
“Now!” I snap.
She hops over, covering her breasts as she does.
I walk slowly to the door, ensuring it’s locked this time. It is, but I consider slipping a chair under the handle for extra security. But then again, I know my girl loves the risk of being caught. I know I'd hear someone if they tried to unlock it. We’d have time to hide again.
Her face turns toward me in confusion, but she waits patiently, lying her top half over my desk like I requested.
When I step behind her, I push her down by her shoulder so her breasts squeeze against the wood harshly, her tits bulging out the side of her chest. She whimpers a little, biting her lip as her fingers grip the long edge of the wooden desk.
I unzip myself again, lining myself up against her swollen sex, the evidence of her orgasm messy against her inner thighs. I use the head of my cock to smear her juice up and down her seam.
“Do you enjoy provoking me, Olivia? Is this what you want? For me to punish you?”
She pauses for a second. “Yes.”
“Yes, to which question?”
“All three,” she whispers, lifting her ass a little higher by standing on her tiptoes.
“Fuck. I can’t see straight when I’m around you.
I’ve been trying to be so good for you. I’ve been trying to be a good man, and it’s like you’re begging me to be bad,” I admit.
We’re in a scene, playing our roles, but the honesty is seeping through.
How can I correlate the man I want to be for her and the animal she draws out?
I slide into her wet heat, feeling her muscles contract, strangling my cock as I push myself further in. She huffs out a breath, her knuckles white from gripping the desk. I’m so deep now I’ve bottomed out. Her ass lifts even higher, and she snakes her hand down between her thighs.
She rolls my balls in her hand for a few moments, and I pull back, losing her touch but slapping straight back in. She cries out, whimpering, moaning, begging me for more. Her hand is still between her legs as I push into her punishingly hard.
“Are you touching that needy little clit of yours, Killer? Gonna rub that little nub until you come all over my cock?”
Her moans are her only response. I love her like this, so wet and needy, she can barely form words.
I’m only rewarded with grunts and moans until I spill into her, taking her over the edge with me.
But we’re not there yet. I push on, gripping her hips so hard I’m going to leave bruises.
My chest puffs out at the thought of marking her, keeping her as my own forever.
“Are you going to mention former lovers to me again after I’ve made you come, Olivia?” I ask.
She moans again, and I pause, waiting for her to respond.
“Please don’t stop, Austin, please. I’m so close.”
“Answer my question.”
“No, never. I only meant that you’re the only man that’s ever made me scream like that. You always make me come so hard. Please, Austin, I’m begging you, please let me come on your cock. I need you. I need you so badly.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect, you know that?
” I slam into her, and she cries out a string of yeses.
“You’re so fucking perfect. The way your cunt squeezes my cock, I’m close to coming in seconds with you.
Did you know that? The way I always have to hold myself back because I’d blow my load like a fucking teenager otherwise. ”
I thrust into her, the desk moving forward a few inches from the force of it.
The desk rattles, my chair wheels away from the desk, and the computer screen shakes, dangerously close to falling on Olivia’s head or the floor.
I pull her back into me so that only her elbows are propping her against the desk.
“Rub that clit for me, baby. Rub it just the way you like. I want to feel you strangle my cock with that perfect pussy, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Fuck, I sound so desperate. So fucking on edge all the time. This woman is changing me, building me up to be a desperate sap, and I fucking love it.
“Yes, Austin, I can do it. Please, I’m so close. Don’t slow down.”
“Come for me now, Killer. Take what you need.”
Her pussy contracts as her usual loud cries fall by the wayside for a guttural groan that lasts anywhere from ten seconds to ten minutes.
The tightening muscles around my cock pull me over the edge with her, and my thrusts become jagged and uneven.
She milks me for everything I can give, and as I finish, I step closer to the desk so it can take our weight.
Leaning over her, I pepper kisses down her back, whispering promises I shouldn’t be thinking about making.
“You’re mine, Killer. I’m not letting you go.”
With a sheen of sweat on her back and her ruffled hair, she’s perfect. Looking thoroughly fucked, her hooded eyes sink into a deep tiredness.
I pull out of her, my come links us together, and as the remainder seeps out of her, I use my fingers to force it back in. Her pussy flinches as I push in and out of her swollen lips.
She sighs contentedly, and I pause to give her a break. Picking up a pack of tissues, I wipe her clean and myself.
“Did you like the way I spoke to you during that, Olivia?” I ask, doing my best to keep my face neutral. As Alfie says, I need to keep up good communication, and punishment isn’t something we’ve discussed before.
She grins, nodding, looking up at me through her thick lashes. She’s biting her lip, and I know she means it. But still, we should discuss it, right?
“You know I was just playing with you, right?” I say, helping her into her leggings as she steadies herself by resting her hands on my shoulders.
I’m looking up at her from my knees, and like a queen I’ve come to worship, she’s looking down at me adoringly.
After she’s pulled up her leggings, I pull her crop top over her head.
She adjusts the tight fabric so her breasts are comfortable and fucking bulging out the top.
She must notice my face because she giggles as she leans her forehead against my chest. It tugs at my lips, too.
I don’t think I’ve smiled so much since I was a kid.
She really is a light that shines on everyone around her. You can’t help but feel warm.
“What do you mean, playing with me?” she asks, squeezing her arms around me.
“I mean, you can talk to me at any time about any former partner or anything else you want to talk about. When I was punishing you, it was just for fun, but if you don't find it fun, I won’t play that way again.”
She frowns. “You know I loved that, right? That was one of the best orgasms of my life.”
“I know, I fucking felt it, Olivia. I thought you were gonna bruise my dick; you were squeezing it so hard. I’m gonna start calling your pussy anaconda for the way it squeezes me to death.”
She laughs, and she reaches up on her tiptoes, nuzzling into my neck and lacing her arms around my chest.
“But I just want you to know, if you don’t like something, you can tell me, and I’ll stop straight away,” I add.
“I know that Austin. I trust you.”
“You do?” The back of my neck tingles, and it feels like Olivia has dropped a barbell in my stomach. I’m not sure why; it’s clear she must have some trust in me to be doing what she’s doing, but to hear her say it so blasé like it’s nothing is surprising.
I thought I would have to earn it more.
“Of course. I meant what I said earlier: you’re a good man.”
And for a second, as she rests her cheek against my chest and snuggles, I really believe her.