Chapter 18

Sunday things were mostly back to normal.

Mostly.

Luke’s back hurt a little from having slept on the floor of Adam’s basement. 

He was tired from having stayed up so late two nights in a row. 

The other guys were all at varying stages of grumpiness from the night before. 

They’d been able to hear a lot of yelling, what sounded like chanting (although what the hell the “kwee of pee” was, they hadn’t been able to figure out), and a lot of laughter. Apparently being able to hear some but not all of what was happening was basically torture to the dominants. Andrew and Chris had even tried listening at the door a couple of times, although neither of them had dared to open it after the first time Andrew had tried.

He said Olivia had given him the ‘mean look.’ Luke was kind of sorry he’d missed that. He wanted to know what Andrew considered the ‘mean look.’ 

Eventually the sounds had quieted. The guys had given it about another hour after that before descending and claiming his respective lady. Jared and Leigh were in one guest bedroom, Patrick and Lexie in another, and everyone else had slept either on the floor or the sectional of Adam’s basement. Seeing them all packed into the huge space, Luke was even more relieved not everyone had stayed over at his place the night before. He wasn’t sure they would have all fit without some serious furniture rearranging.

But the biggest difference was that when he got to the Sunday class at Stronghold, Mistress Lisa was nowhere to be seen.

Since she and Karen had always arrived before him—and he wasn’t more than a few minutes early so he could change—Luke had felt an immediate shiver of excitement up his spine. 

He was even more excited when he’d come out of the men’s locker room, having changed into a pair of black silky boxers (all the submissives had been told to dress for ease of access when class had ended on Thursday), Mistress Lisa and Karen still weren’t there. His heart thumped unevenly in his chest when Olivia smiled at him from across the room, where she was standing in the bar area talking to Kincaid. The other Doms were at a different table. Zach and Brian doing their best to pretend like they weren’t trying to overhear whatever Kincaid and Olivia were talking about, while Mitch ruined their attempt by blatantly leaning towards them. Judging from the look of strain on his face, he wasn’t hearing much.

Rather than joining the female submissives in the Lounge area, Luke headed over to Kincaid and Olivia. Since she saw him coming and didn’t shake her head or gesture for him to stay away, he didn’t hesitate about coming and standing right beside her. Kincaid’s gaze slid towards him, but he didn’t break in his explanation.

“… no forwarding address and no place of employment that we can find,” he said, looking resigned. 

“What’s up?” Luke asked. 

“Basically, Roland has become a ghost,” Olivia said with a sigh. She tugged on the bottom of the red corset she was wearing, not because it needed it but because her hands obviously needed something to do. “He was kicked out of his apartment three months ago, the registration on his car is expired and they found the car in a junkyard, and there’s no current employment record to help find him.”

“I’m starting to go around to friends and family,” Kincaid said grimly. His eyes looked a bit reddish and strained, like he wasn’t getting enough sleep. Since he said “I” instead of “we”, Luke kind of assumed he meant he was doing the legwork, not the police department. Which wasn’t too surprising. Lacking an actual physical attack, the police were kind of notorious for not getting overly involved in stalking cases. “Zach’s been helping with that, as much as he can. Roland doesn’t have too many friends left though. Apparently he’s been drinking pretty heavily and possibly drugs as well. I’m pretty convinced he’s doing this, I just can’t figure out how he’s been figuring out where Olivia is. Especially if he’s got some kind of alcohol or substance abuse problem now.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Olivia said, reaching out to pat his bicep comfortingly. “Or he’ll show up at some point and we’ll kick his ass.”

“Or it’s not him at all and we’re completely in the dark,” Kincaid muttered, dragging his hand over his face. “That’s the thought that haunts me.”

Olivia and Luke both made faces. 

“Yeah, thanks for that,” Luke said dryly.

“Sorry,” Kincaid replied, actually looking a little embarrassed. “I think I’m not getting enough sleep. I didn’t actually mean to say that out loud.” He rubbed his hand over his face and into his hair, making him look like a little kid who had been caught out. Which, at his size, was an amusing visual.

“Are you sure you’re okay to instruct tonight?” Olivia asked, stepping closer to peer up at him. “Patrick’s here, he can—”

“No, no, I’m good,” Kincaid said, shaking his head. “I’ll feel better if I can actually do something productive, even if it has nothing to do with the case.”

“Okay then. Go join the others, we’ll start in a minute,” she told him. Nodding, Kincaid headed towards the other Doms as Olivia turned to Luke, giving his naked torso a long, appreciative look. 

He raised his eyebrows at her. “I don’t see Mistress Lisa here this evening.”

“No,” said Olivia, with a slow smile reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. “No, you don’t.”

Thirty minutes later, Luke was almost questioning why he’d wanted Olivia to instruct him instead of Mistress Lisa. Now he understood why Olivia had initially been reluctant to do so. With Mistress Lisa, the classes had been almost clinical; even if there was some physical strain at some points and he’d had to trust her, the scenes had lacked real intimacy. With Olivia, it became a real scene. She had him stripped down so he was completely naked, had plugged him, put a cock ring around his shaft and balls, and was flogging his entire body while he was strung up in the middle of the Interrogation Room.

He loved it. He hated it. His balls felt like they were going to burst, his whole body was becoming more and more sensitive to the touch as the leather caressed his skin, and when she raked her nails down his back he almost screamed at the shocking sensation.

Holding his cock in one hand, playing with the plug in his ass with her other, Olivia brought him to a shuddering, screaming orgasm.

Afterwards, they cuddled on the couch while she stroked his hair. Luke felt almost dizzy from the intensity of the scene. He’d been so much more invested in it, so much more present in it, than he had any of the teaching scenes with Mistress Lisa. This hadn’t felt like Olivia had instructed him at all, it just felt like she was leading him down the path of sinful depravity and he was only too happy to follow.

******

The week before the Stronghold Holiday Party was an odd one. 

Olivia felt torn in several different directions.

On one hand, she was finally instructing Luke during the classes and it was amazing. Lisa had been right; he responded to Olivia’s dominance much more easily than he ever had with Lisa. Although, it also helped that they were now past the point of class instruction. Everyone split off after an initial talk through to work on their own personal journeys. Funny enough, it was also becoming even clearer where her Baby Doms’ kinky preferences lay, not just the new subbies’.

Brian was always quick to jump on any reason to take one of the girls into the Daddy Dom room, while Mitch shuttled back and forth between the teenager room and the pony play—with an occasional jump into the pet play room when Kincaid wasn’t in there. She’d noticed Kincaid definitely preferred the pet play room in Marquis and the Arabian night room at Stronghold. On Tuesday, he and Domi had joined Zach and Samantha in the Medieval Dungeon room though. Olivia had to admit she was wildly curious about what exactly had gone down in there.

As the subbies all experimented with the rooms and negotiating their limits for the evening, they all jumped back and forth between the Doms, which was also fascinating to watch. She didn’t think any of the scenes so far had actually involved real sexual contact—although she was pretty sure from Rae’s blissed-out expression after a scene in the Daddy Dom room with Brian that there was at least some stimulation happening. It wasn’t really her business, but she did keep an eye on things as best she could.

If any romances were going to blossom, it would be better for everyone involved if they happened after the classes ended—which wasn’t too far away anyway. The last class was next week, the day before New Years’ Eve.

She loved instructing Luke. So far he’d really liked the flogger and her crop and hadn’t liked the paddle or cane at all. Since they were able to play in private she’d used the second smallest plug on Sunday and then the medium sized one on Tuesday and Thursday. It had left him gasping and clutching at whatever she currently had him bent over while she worked the toy in and out of him, relishing his submission as he let her have her wicked way with him. 

When they were in the Medieval Dungeon, she’d cuffed him to the rack, blindfolded him, and then used all sorts of soft, bristly, and prickly implements on him, tormenting him with sensation until he was begging… and then she’d ridden them both to a screaming orgasm. Luke had definitely not been interested in pony or pet play, but he’d surprised her by suggesting the teenager room—and specifically requesting a certain outfit from her.

Apparently, Luke had some very kinky fantasies about what strict librarians did when books weren’t returned on time. He didn’t make a very good bratty teenager, to be perfectly honest, but Olivia had had far more fun than she thought she would with the little bit of role play. And now that she knew how much he liked her pencil skirts, she was definitely planning on torturing him outside of the club in the future. 

On the other hand, she was worried about Maria and Rick. Worried about Angel, who had turned snappish and decided she was tired of being pregnant and it was all Adam’s fault. Worried about Adam who was worried about Angel and feeling pretty helpless about what to do. And she was doing her best not to snap at her own friends who had created a giant, protective, 24/7 Olivia watch. Thank goodness Luke was a big part of it or she might have gone crazy.

She was spending just about every night at his house. The one time they’d gone back to her apartment, Molly had gone nuts in the middle of the night, jumping out of bed and running to the front door, barking and pawing at it. When they’d opened it, no one had been there of course. Her building’s security camera did show someone coming to the door and then running, presumably when he heard Molly. Although he was still bundled up, they were all more sure than ever that he was a man, they just still couldn’t be sure it was Roland.

Sometimes when she was out in public, even if she was just walking between her car and the club, she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise as the certainty she was being watched rose. Although she didn’t know why she felt that way, she just did. When she looked around, she definitely didn’t see anything… but she wasn’t sure if she was imagining it or not. Probably, because she was never alone and no one else said anything.

It still unnerved her though.

She and Luke finally got their Friday night date, a week late and a day before Stronghold’s holiday party. 

He took her to a happy hour with burgers and beer pitchers and then to a laser-tag place next door. Olivia had blinked innocently when he’d asked if she’d ever been before and she honestly answered it had been a while.

Obviously he hadn’t let any of the guys know where he was taking her or they would have warned him.

She massacred him.

Looking at their respective scores in disgust, he shook his head. “You can’t be possibly be amazing at everything, dammit.”

“I’m really crappy at bowling,” she admitted, grinning as she took off the harness. “I’m also a complete failure at knitting, archery, and throwing axes or knives.” He gave her a curious look. “Angel talked some of us into going to the Renaissance Fair with her a few months ago. For reference, she is pretty decent at all of those things, especially the knives, although Adam’s better.” 

“Throwing knives and axes sounds fun,” he mused, looking intrigued. Olivia groaned. Not that she’d hated the Renaissance Festival at all, but the competition at those particular stalls had become fierce among those who were actually good at it. Which was not her. She’d ended up wandering off with Sharon and Kate to track down turkey legs and more beer while the others wasted close to two hours and several hundred dollars collectively just to prove who was the best. In recompense, they got enough vouchers to get everyone a free trip through the maze. 

Which had also been fun, but since the maze only cost two dollars to go through anyway… 

Chuckling, Luke slung his arm around her shoulders, her own arm sliding around his waist as they walked back out to his car. She liked being tucked under his arm, feeling how much larger and stronger he was than her, and knowing he would get on his knees in an instant for her if she ordered him to. 

That was power… and even with everything else going on, it never failed to make her really hot. 

******

Luke should have known a date with Olivia wouldn’t quite end up like a date with any other woman. 

With other women he’d dated, after a date he’d taken them home—either to their place or to his—they’d kissed, made their way to the bedroom, and gotten down to it. Not Olivia.

Just like at the club, Olivia made a production out of it.

Not that he really minded, not anymore and definitely not with her. He’d gotten used to the sensation of the anal plugs and he no longer had any problem admitting he liked it. Everyone at Stronghold and Marquis knew what Olivia liked to do, everyone knew he and Olivia were dating—and having sex—now, and no one treated him any differently. His brother hadn’t even ribbed him again about it since the last time Luke had blown up at him.

When Olivia finished fitting the plug snugly into his body and then raked her nails down his back, just hard enough to sting, he groaned with pleasure as he tightened around the toy. His cock bobbed in front of him, throbbing as she drew her nails all the way down over his ass and then the backs of his thighs, making him hiss at the stinging sensation. The slight bit of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure, especially when she reached the backs of his knees and suddenly switched from her nails to her palms. Soft hands retraced the stinging lines she’d drawn. They lingered on his buttocks, squeezing slightly, before moving upwards.

He couldn’t help but grin. The woman definitely had a bit of an obsession with his ass.

So he was a little confused when she reached his shoulders and then moved away from him, crawling up onto the bed before him with her crop in one hand. He stayed in position, palms flat on the mattress, his brow slightly wrinkled in confusion as he watched her. The view was pretty fucking great after all. Pale, curvy ass high in the air, pink pussy lips pouting between a fringe of red curls, and then she turned around, laying down on her back.

She was propped up by the pillows she was leaning against and when she spread her legs, Luke’s eyes were riveted to the juncture of her thighs where her pussy lips also spread slightly. Their pink inner lips were glossy with her arousal.

“Come here, cupcake,” she purred, sliding her free hand down the center of her body, between her breasts and over her mound, her fingers dipping very briefly into her pussy. Teasing him.

Luke crawled obediently, sliding down onto his stomach to press his face between her legs. The sweet scent of her honey called to him and he eagerly dove in now that he knew what she wanted. One hand fisted in his hair as she leaned back against the pillows and moaned in satisfaction. She tasted like nectarines and honey, and he slid his arms under her thighs to help position himself better. In response, Olivia open her thighs even more, her lips splitting open.

The leather flap of the crop came down with a little thwap on his upper shoulder and then began to move, rubbing his muscles.

As he licked up the center of her pussy, the crop lifted and gave him another little thwap.

Between his body and the sheets his cock throbbed and he couldn’t help but rub himself against the bed a little bit, seeking the stimulation. His ass clenched around the plug as he thrust.

THWAP!

The crop came down a little harder on his back and he made himself go still, turning his focus on pleasuring his mistress.

******

Moaning, Olivia moved her hips up and down against Luke’s tongue as he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her pussy. There was a difference between a man who ate pussy because he thought it would get him something and a man who worshipped a woman’s pussy because he loved giving her pleasure. Luke definitely fell into the latter category.

She smacked the crop against his back—giving him light little stings as a reward and slightly harder ones when she saw his lower body moving. Knowing he was struggling to keep himself still turned her on, and trying to keep himself still because it was what she wanted would only double his erotic torture.

“Oh yes…” She writhed, arching slightly. “Hands on my breasts… play with them…”

Large, warm palms moved up her sides and covered her breasts, fingers seeking out her nipples as Luke’s tongue thrust inside of her. Electric heat sizzled through her as he pinched the tender buds gently, rolling them between his fingers, and her own fingers tightened in his hair as she writhed.

It felt so good.

“Yes… yes… oh, yes, just like that…” The pressure on her nipples was perfect, his fingers massaging her swollen breasts, tongue lapping at her pussy, moving back up to her clit. “Yes, Luke, suck on my clit… harder… oh harder… oh fuck… Luke!!! YES!!!”

She cried out, grinding her pussy against his face, her hand holding him in place as she came. The waves of orgasm spread through her body as he sucked on the swollen nub of her clit, tonguing it and drawing out her ecstasy. Her grip on him slowly relaxed as she came down from the blissful high, her body shuddering and then loosening as she slumped in repletion.

Luke gave another little suck on her tender clit, making her toes curl.

THWAP!

His smug, blue eyes grinned up at her as he pulled away slightly, his face hovering above her pussy.

“Naughty cupcake,” she said, rubbing his shoulder with the crop where she’d just smacked him. “I was going to give you a treat, but now I’m going to make you do all the work. Come up here.”

Using the hand in his hair, she pulled him up towards her body, positioning him on top of her. Her right leg wrapped around the back of his left as he kneeled between her thighs, one hand on either side of her body, the tip of his cock nudging against her pussy lips.

Luke’s confused expression was adorably sexy. “I thought you never give up control in the bedroom.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, cupcake. You’re not in charge just because you’re on top. Now fuck me and you’re not allowed to cum until I do.”

Olivia pulled him down for a thorough kiss, tasting her own pleasure on his lips as he groaned and thrust forward.

******

It took Luke less than two seconds to understand what Olivia meant about him not being in control even though he had the high ground.

While he might be on top, she was still the one running the show. Her hand was curled around the back of his neck, one ankle digging into the back of his thigh while he thrust into her, pushing him deeper, and now she had no problem reaching his ass with the crop. Luke groaned against her lips, thrusting harder as she moved against him, her nipples brushing against his chest as he made himself slowly sink into her wet heat and then slowly draw away.

The crop traced his ass and then lifted.

THWAP!

The bite of pain made him jerk forward, his ass tightening in response around the plug, reminding him of the full feeling it created, and his cock jerked inside of her.

And he was supposed to be able to control himself until she came again?

Not that she’d left him much choice.

‘Do or do not. There is no try.’

Yup. Yoda’s voice echoing in his head was just unsexy enough to help.

Olivia moaned, writhing, her nails biting into the tender skin on the back of his neck as he sank into her again.

Well, it had helped for a second anyway.

Instead of concentrating on how good she felt, how full he felt as the plug stimulated him from behind, and how hot it was to be on top and yet entirely in her thrall, Luke turned his focus to pleasing her. Pleasuring her. Thrusting in and out of her tight heat, grinding himself against her sensitive pussy lips and stiffened clit every time he fully buried himself inside of her. He moved his hips in a circle motion, pulling away from her kiss to trail his lips down her neck. Her head fell back as she enjoyed his ministrations.

Thrust.

Grind.

Thrust.

Grind.

THWAP!

Every time she got him with the crop his own need surged, his ass clenching, body jerking in response. It was fucking hot. The little stinging swats made him burn.

Her hand moved from his neck down to his shoulders, where the skin was sensitive from when she’d been cropping that portion of his body. Groaning, Luke found himself moving harder and faster than he’d meant to, his lust surging as she played with him… toyed with him…

As he started to try forcing himself to slow again, her hand skated down his lower back, curving over his ass, and then her fingers pressed against the base of the plug. It felt like it thrust deeper into him, as he was buried deeply inside of her, and Luke gasped out a strangled cry of shocked ecstasy.

“Olivia!” His hips moved, pumped, of their own accord as she played with the plug, using it to force his movements.

It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before.

Sheer, unadulterated heat swept through him. Her other hand grasped his ass, squeezing the cheek hard, pulling him open and the back of his brain realized she must have dropped the crop. The rest of his brain was far too focused on all the sensations she was creating inside of him to care.

She nipped his earlobe as he moved, harder and faster between her thighs, spurred on by her own twisting, pushing movements of the plug inside of him, and Luke could feel his balls tightening as she pushed herself against him.

Writhing underneath him, her own panting breaths turning to pleasure-filled moans, Olivia still retained full control over him as he frantically strove to push back his orgasm.

“Olivia… please…” he gritted the plea out between his teeth. “Fuck… I can’t… I can’t hold back…”

“What do you call me?” she asked, dragging her teeth over his earlobe.

“Olivia…”

The plug twisted. Pushed. She bit down on his earlobe.

The honorific fell from his lips, automatically and inevitably. “Mistress!”

Pumping the plug harder, she arched against him, her pussy tightening around him as she moved her hips up to meet him. Luke could feel the base of his spine tingle, his cock throbbing painfully as the situation became desperate.

“Oh yes… yes… harder… fuck yes!” She began to cry out and Luke let slip the last reins of his control as he felt her begin to spasm around him.

His ass clenched tightened around the plug, which she pressed hard on, pushing it against his prostate and making him howl with ecstatic rapture as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside of her. Every push of the plug seemed to milk another spasm from his body, until he was panting and weak, slumped over her and sure his balls couldn’t have another drop of cum left in them.

Fingers trailed down his back.

“Oh young Padawan, you have much to learn,” she teased gently, her own voice thick with satisfaction.

Luke managed enough energy to snort. “Just so you know, I don’t find Star Wars references in the bedroom particularly sexy.”

“Darn scruffy looking nerf-herder.” She giggled as Luke groaned, rubbing his admittedly scruffy face against her chest. What could he say? He liked the way he looked with a constant five o’clock shadow.

And deep down, he actually did think it was sexy Olivia was quoting Star Wars at him. Although he was also glad she had waited until after fucking his brains out.