Chapter 20

Two days after his shoulder had been grazed (which Olivia yelled at him for saying every time, insisting he’d been shot), Nick, Olivia, and Luke all ended up at Adam’s for a much noisier Christmas dinner than he’d originally planned on having this year. He and Nick were going to just do a chill dinner this year, but Adam had insisted on them coming over.

Luke was glad for the distraction. Olivia had been ridden with guilt over his shoulder, even though he’d made the decision to rush in. He couldn’t even give her a hard time about going out into the parking lot alone, because she was already raking herself over the coals for it. Being around their friends and holiday cheer was just what she needed.

Especially because he truly was just fine now.

Not only were Adam and Angel there with Angel’s entire family, but the rest of their friends were constantly popping in as their own Christmas day activities finished. Apparently Adam’s was the place to end up at. Olivia privately told him that Adam liked having a full house of friends on the holidays because his divorced parents were so geographically spread out and tended to become upset when he chose between them for big holidays. So he just invited all his friends over and they all came to him.

Although Olivia admitted they didn’t always all show up. This year they did, dying to talk about everything that had gone down at Stronghold a couple days earlier. Luke was the hero of the hour, no matter how much Olivia muttered about how he’d better never do it again and fussed over his bandages. The graze hadn’t even been deep enough to need stitches. It was already healing really well and he pretty much had full movement, but that didn’t stop her.

Admittedly… he kind of liked being fussed over by her. But he really was fine.

Mostly he was relieved it was over. No more Roland. No more stalker. No more shit-gibbon. Kincaid had tracked down where Roland had been squatting, and the place had been filled with drugs and other firearms, none of which Roland had registered but which had shown up as reported stolen property. He was being charged with all sorts of things on top of attempted murder, assault, harassment, vandalism, etc. So far there had been no word of any assault charges being filed against Olivia for the way she’d pounded on him in the parking lot—Luke suspected Kincaid’s involvement with that. Roland had definitely seemed the type to file just to be an ass, even if he didn’t really have a case.

When Olivia asked him if there was anything he wanted for Christmas but hadn’t gotten yet, he did have one request…

******

Stepping out of Luke’s en suite bathroom, fully dressed, Olivia couldn’t help but curve her lips in an amused smile.

When she’d asked him if his Christmas was missing anything, this was definitely not the answer she’d expected. Maybe she should have known better though. Luke really had a thing for these boots.

“Okay, cupcake, I’m all dressed,” she said, canting one hip to the side and placing her hands on them, posing for him. Since she was literally wearing nothing but her thigh-high black boots, she kept her legs slightly apart to both tease him with the slight spread of her thighs as well as keep her balance. “Now what?”

“Just… stay right there,” he said a little hoarsely, his eyes riveted to her as he got up from where he’d been reclining naked on the bed. Mutual visual appreciation, that’s what this was. The only thing marring her enjoyment was the bandage still on his shoulder, but she knew underneath the white gauze his actual wound was looking pretty good. Just like it should.

Still, Olivia lifted her eyebrows as he came closer to her and then dropped to his knees in front of her.

“This is what you want to do?” she asked, a little incredulously as he leaned forward, his hands pressing between her thighs to help shift them apart.

Honestly, she’d expected… well, maybe some part of her had expected him to want to take a little more control. Just once, for something different.

“Oh yes,” he said huskily, looking up at her, his blue eyes swirling with lust and desire. “Just step forward a little… just like that.”

Bemused, Olivia obligingly straddled his face, her boots putting her at basically the perfect height to do so. She moaned, her hands sliding into Luke’s hair as he tilted his head back and began to slide his tongue between her pussy lips, trying to keep her balance. It was actually not a position she would have chosen, just because she found herself relying on him to make sure she didn’t tip over, but she had to admit… it was pretty fucking hot.

His hands on her ass kept her hips tilted forward so he could lick and suck to his heart’s delight, as well as keeping her from falling.

Tilting her head back, she let him take more control and just enjoyed the oral worship he so desperately wanted to indulge in.

******

The position was more uncomfortable than in his fantasy, but that didn’t take away any of Luke’s enjoyment. The leather boots on either side of his body were hot as fuck, Olivia tasted like sinful delight, and being able to stare up at her with her ass cupped in his palms… well he was burning the image into his brain to join all his other favorites. Her pink-tipped breasts wobbled as she moved against his tongue, the tendrils of hair around her shoulders sliding over her skin, her soft moans filling the air.

He lapped at her pussy, ignoring the ache in his neck as he slid his tongue between her lips before pulling back to move in circles around her clit as it swelled. Olivia’s moans were growing louder, her movements trying to become more pronounced as her ass pressed against his cupped hands.

For a moment, her fingers tugged his hair almost painfully as she shuddered and nearly slipped, her knees buckling as her weight pressed more forcefully against him.

Then she straightened, backing off and panting for breath. Luke let her go, let her step back. Her pussy lips and clit were pink and swollen beneath her red curls, her nipples hard and tightly budded. Silvery eyes regarded him thoughtfully.

“Sorry cupcake, I don’t think I’m going to be able to stand in that position through an orgasm,” she said, sounding rather disappointed.

He grinned, his hand sliding up to massage his neck muscles where they were aching a little. “That’s okay, ma’am, I got most of what I wanted.”

“Is there anything else?” she asked, gently, stepping forward to slide her fingers through his hair and down to where he was massaging his neck, replacing his hand with her own. Luke sighed and leaned his head against the top of her boot as she worked the muscles, enjoying both being so close to her pussy as well as the intimacy of the moment.

“There is one thing…” he said, his heart starting to pound.

He knew what he wanted. He was pretty sure he was ready.

But asking for it still made him nervous as all hell for some reason.

“Ask and you shall receive,” she said in a seductively sensual voice, and even though he couldn’t see her expression from his current position, he could practically feel her wicked smile.

Luke mumbled.

“What was that?” she asked archly, using her fingers on his neck to tip his head back so she could actually look down and see into his eyes.

Staring back up at her, seeing the soft and possessive expression on her face, the gentle care in her eyes, made him feel cherished. Worthy. Her opinion was the only one which mattered in the end.

“Fuck my ass, please, Mistress?” he asked softly but clearly. Her eyes widened in shock and then lit up with hot desire, sucking his breath away. While Olivia had looked at him with lustful intent before, she’d never looked at him quite like this.

Her fingers slid up to his jawline and she lowered her lips to his for a hot, passionate kiss full of possessiveness and eager anticipation, before finally pulling away.

“As you wish.”

******

While Luke was in the bathroom preparing himself with an enema, Olivia laid down a towel on the bed and got into her favorite strap-on. The dildo inside of her was about six inches long, thick… not much smaller than Luke actually. The one she’d be using on him was only a little larger, about seven inches and about the same girth as the plug he’d worked his way up to in training. Snapping the straps into place, she felt her own arousal kick up a notch, her pussy clenching around the dildo inside of her.

The door to the bathroom opened and she turned to see Luke standing there, looking awkward and a bit sheepish. Although his cock wasn’t fully flaccid, he definitely wasn’t as aroused as he had been.

An enema could do that.

Olivia knew exactly how to fix the situation though.

“Come here, cupcake,” she said gesturing to him. Luke’s eyes were riveted to her strap-on—specifically the fake cock now jutting out in front of her body. It was flesh toned but darker than her own very creamy skin and with the black straps holding it to her body it really stood out. “And if you need to slow down at any point, just say ‘yellow’ or ‘red’ to stop.”

As she’d expected, being reminded he had the ultimate control in this situation helped him to relax. Submissives could sometimes forget they were really the ones holding all the cards. Olivia wasn’t going to do anything to Luke that he didn’t really want.

His eyes traveled back up her body, his blue gaze both conflicted and aroused.

“I’m not sure why seeing you with a dick is actually turning me on a little,” he said almost nervously as he approached her.

She laughed, taking his face in her hands and pull him into her for a kiss. Felt his body tense when the dildo rubbed against the front of his body, but she also felt his own cock begin to swell in response as she kissed him. His hands landed on her hips, fingers digging in a little with his rekindled sexual tension. When she pulled away, a lot of the heat had returned to his eyes.

“Does it really matter why?” she asked, smiling up at him. “Or does it just matter that we like it?”

“It just matters that we like it,” he said, smiling back at her.

“Good, cupcake,” she said, giving him another press of her lips against his as a reward. Then she pulled away completely, patting the bed. “Now lay down on your back on the towel, ass on the edge of the bed.”

Looking nervous, Luke did as she’d ordered, the position necessitating his legs be spread wide apart with his knees in the air to be where she wanted him. His cock was slowly swelling again, but not fully erect.

Grinning, Olivia picked up the two silicone cock rings she’d placed on the nightstand next to the lube while he was in the bathroom.

“What’s that?” he asked, looking at her down the length of his body.

“You’ll see in a moment,” she said smoothly, enjoying his look of trepidation as she bent over him.

His expression quickly changed from trepidation to shocked delight as she dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock, from the base to the tip. It surged under the wet touch, immediately stiffening to its full length as her tongue traveled up to press a sultry kiss against the tip.

“Oh…” Luke’s guttural groan was music to her ears.

Olivia rarely gave head, except as an exceptional treat, and she decided this was one of those times. With Luke, she knew it would be nothing but a pleasure to take him in her mouth and tease him with sensation. Licking around the bulbous mushroom tip of his cock, she didn’t lift her head until his hands began to move towards her.

“Uh-uh, cupcake,” she chided, taking his hands and laying them down flat on either side of his body, next to his hips. Luke groaned in disappointment. “If you can’t hold still I’m going to have to make you.”

“Fucking hell…” Luke blew out a long breath of air. “If you’re going to keep that up, you might need to.”

Deciding to take him at his word, it only took Olivia few minutes to wrap leather cuffs around his wrists and thighs, attaching each wrist to the corresponding thigh. It had the double effect of keeping his hands in place and increasing the vulnerability he felt.

When she returned to teasing his cock with her lips, the stiff organ was fully erect and practically pulsing as she eased her mouth over its length.

******

While he wasn’t exactly completely well-versed in being a male submissive, Luke knew damned well that getting head from a Mistress was a phenomenally rare occurrence. Which only made it feel even better, knowing how unusual and extraordinary it was.

Olivia’s hot mouth sucked him in deep, and Luke nearly went cross-eyed, whimpering at the incredible sensation of her lips sliding over the length of his cock, tongue dancing along the underside. His hands jerked, pulling his thighs farther apart, and it was a damned good thing she had decided to cuff his wrists down because there was no way he would have had the self-control to keep from touching her if she hadn’t.

He felt vulnerable.

Hot.

Restlessly aroused.

Like he was going to explode from the pleasure.

When she pulled away, sucking until the last moment so that his cock exited her lips with a soft ‘pop’, he whimpered.

That’s when he finally found out what she’d picked up from the nightstand. A soft, clear ring which she fitted over his dick and rolled down to the very base which it gripped him tightly. A fucking cock ring. Luke groaned.

It felt good… tight… teasing… and yet it was already tormenting him because he could feel his balls tightening and knew nothing was going to happen yet.

He groaned again as she fitted a second one over his sack, the same way she’d used a rubberband on that area before. Now both his balls and his cock were throbbing with sensation, feeling like they were being tightly hugged but without it being painful.

Picking up the lube from the nightstand, Olivia spread it over her fingers, making Luke tense as he stared up at her, waiting for the moment when she would begin to anoint the strap-on that was going to take his anal virginity. Instead, she leaned back down and took his cock back in her mouth as her slick fingers pressed against the entrance of his ass.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed as she took him inside of her mouth and entered him at the exact same time.

Two fingers pressing in deep, a slight tingle of discomfort as she stretched him, while his cock throbbed inside of her mouth. Somehow the sensations felt different than they had a minute ago, maybe because of the cock ring. It felt like his shaft was even more sensitive than usual as her tongue laved over it, the heat of her mouth searing him as she pumped her fingers.

Luke arched, writhing as best he could in his bondage while she tormented him with pleasure. Her fingers curved, found his prostate… massaged… and he cried out as his lower body pulsed, throbbed, and the ring around the base of his cock and balls seemed to tighten as more blood pushed into his erection but then couldn’t flow out as easily.

******

Watching Luke strain against her fingers and mouth was incredibly sexy. Olivia was taking her time even more than she’d planned to just because she was enjoying watching him so much… but she finally gave his cock one last slide of her mouth before straightening up and pulling her fingers from his grasping ass. When she did so, his eyes opened up immediately, his excitement and trepidation written all over his face.

“What color are you, cupcake?” she asked, her fingers teasing the stretched opening of his anus, pressing gently and stimulating the bundle of nerve endings there.

Having this large, muscular man completely at her mercy, ready to submit his ass to her… well, it was the fantasy she’d been running through her head since the moment she’d met him. One which loomed even larger than fucking him on the desk of her office at Marquis had been.

“Green, ma’am,” he said, although his voice didn’t sound quite as confident as it had before. She raised her eyebrow, just to make sure, and he cleared his throat before repeating himself more firmly. “I’m green, Scarlet, just nervous.”

But confident enough to admit to it. Olivia admired that about him. Bending over, she tongued his erection again as she liberally spread lube—a lot of lube, covering every millimeter—over the length of her strap-on, rewarding his honesty as he groaned and strained again.

Wiping most of the excess lube off her hand and onto the towel, she gave his cock one last swirl with her tongue, enjoying the way he pulsed inside of her mouth before lifting her head for the final time. Excitement bubbled up inside of her as she pressed the slick tip of her strap-on against his ass.

The muscles of his body rippled as he tensed, and Olivia waited a moment, rubbing the tip against his opening, teasing it… reminding him of how good it felt.

“Just relax,” she murmured, wrapping her hand, which still had some lube on it, around his cock as she rocked her hips slightly, testing his opening. Stroking his dick up, she spread the rest of the lube over his shaft and head, stimulating the rigid length. “Relax and bear down for me, Luke.”

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” he said as he closed his eyes. She could feel his body loosen even as his cock jerked in her hand and she pressed forward slightly. “Fuck!”

His back arched, head pressing back into the mattress as his hands jerked. Olivia crooned reassurances to him, holding herself still as he adjusted to having the head of her dildo lodged firmly inside of him. Still pumping his cock with her hand, she felt her own pussy clench in response at the sight he made, submitting to her… allowing her to fully claim him because he wanted it as badly as she did.

Luke had been a challenge; not just because of his own personality but because of his place in her life prior to them becoming involved. But now he was all hers, this big, alpha man completely giving himself over to her and accepting her domination over him.

******

‘Full’ didn’t begin to describe how it felt.

Although Luke had become somewhat used to the plugs, he hadn’t realized how much he counted on the little groove at the base which his tight ring of muscle was used to nestling in to. The dildo felt similar in some ways, but also very different because there was no groove, there was only the burning stretch which made him ache in a way he hadn’t before.

He whimpered, in both pleasure and discomfort, as Olivia rocked slightly pushing the cock a little deeper and then pulling it back again—not that she removed the shaft completely. The head stayed inside of him, stretching him, making him want to clench and writhe, and then she pushed back in again… and pulled back…

Fuck…

Was this how it felt for women? The discomfort, the burn, the satisfaction of being filled and then the strangeness of something actually moving inside of them?

He didn’t feel any less masculine as Olivia slid into him and he realized, even more fully than he had with the plugs, that it truly didn’t matter. If anything, he felt sorry for all the men who would never gather the courage to experience this, to taste what so many people considered taboo. Although he also knew not many people would feel comfortable with the level of vulnerability either. Not only was he bound, unable to stop Olivia, but he knew she could really hurt him if she slammed into him. But he didn’t worry about that, because he trusted her completely.

And all he had to do was say ‘yellow’ and she’d slow or ‘red’ and she’d stop.

His insides felt raw, stinging, and yet so fucking good. Luke hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes as he panted and tensed, trying to acclimate to the sensations gripping him.

When Olivia pressed deeper, sliding further inside of him and stretching areas which had previously been untouched, Luke didn’t even recognize the sounds coming out of his mouth.

It hurt so good, stripping him down to the core of who he was and yet wrapping him up in a cocoon of safety he couldn’t even describe.

He felt completely vulnerable and yet utterly possessed. Helpless and yet treasured as she gently opened him, filled him, and stroked him. The hand on his cock kept pumping, providing the pleasure, stoking his need, as she took him to new and unexplored vistas of sexual pleasure.

“Olivia… fuck… this is… Fuck!”

The dildo rubbed over his prostate as she slowly thrusted, making his pulse pound in his ears as the heady rush of pleasure strangled him. Her hand squeezed his cock, creating a tsunami of bliss so intense he thought he might pass out when he didn’t immediately cum from it. It felt like his cum was churning, ready to spurt, pressing against the ring around his balls and cock, his orgasm building past the point where it should have released and intensifying every sensation.

That’s when Olivia started to really move, slowly sliding almost fully out and then thrusting back in until her body was pressed against his, and then doing it again, stroking his cock in time to her thrusts.

Luke groaned and cried out, writhing, lost in sensation.

******

Moving carefully, with long, firm strokes that had her own pussy clenching as the dildo inside of her jostled, her clit pressing against the front of the harness, Olivia was focused on not becoming too lost in the eroticism of Luke’s sexual expansion. He was so lost in the haze of submission and pleasure, she couldn’t be sure he would safeword if he needed to. If he would even know to.

Having that control over him aroused her even more and she knew it wouldn’t be long until both of them were racing over the finish line, which made her just want to draw out the experience even longer. Memorize every ripple of his muscles, every throb of his cock, every straining expression as it crossed his face. He was gorgeous in his pleasure, and he was all hers.

She moved a little faster, letting her own pleasure begin to direct her movements, and his cries of pleasure grew louder as she stroked, pumped, and gasped with her own rising ecstasy.

The quivering of his body every time she dragged the strap-on over his prostate was delicious, and his groans were becoming louder and more impassioned as she moved. Even though Luke hadn’t been particularly quiet during sex before, this was a whole new level of whimpers and moans, and Olivia relished them as she added her own to the mix.

When his cock began to throb in her hand, he let out a wild cry, his body practically bowing, arms jerking against his restraints as he began to cum. His cock was hot in her palm as it pulsed and the first jets of cum began to spray across his muscled chest.

Olivia pumped, her pussy spasming as her own orgasm rose and surged, spurred on by the sight and sound of Luke completely wrapped in abject ecstasy as she fucked him. Her clit rubbing against the harness, making her shudder along with him as she thrust again and again, with every spurt of cum that surged through his cock.

******

After a quick but thorough clean-up of both his chest and Olivia’s strap-on, they crawled back onto the bed. Luke’s legs were practically shaking from having to move, and he felt like he’d been completely drained of… well, everything. His ass was slightly sore, but in a good way that reminded him of everything they’d just done, and his dick and balls felt exquisitely sensitive.

Olivia reclined against the pillows while he rested his head on her shoulder, her arms gently curved around his, while he curled around her like she was a giant teddy bear. Her fingers gently stroked through his hair, making him want to sigh with pleasure at her gentle touch.

“So was it everything you wanted?” she asked, her voice gentle but teasing.

Luke snorted. “It was more than I could have imagined,” he said honestly. “Also, not to sound too needy, but please don’t ever leave me.”

Laughing, she tugged his head back so she could plant a kiss on his lips. Luke reached up to caress the back of her neck, kissing her back but holding her gently so she was still in control of the encounter.

When she pulled away, her gray eyes were gentle, like a haze of fog on a dewy morning. “I wouldn’t worry too much about that. I’m pretty sure I love you.”

“I know.”

She tugged his hair harder, tilting his head back at a much more uncomfortable angle as she raised her eyebrow at him, her gaze turning flinty.

The ‘mean look.’

“This is not the time to quote Star Wars at me, Luke Evans,” she said in her best no-nonsense Domme voice.

If he hadn’t been completely depleted, his cock would had jumped at it.

“Sorry, Scarlet,” he said, grinning. What? That had been way too good an opportunity to pass up. “What I meant to say is, I love you.”

“Good cupcake.”

Her hand tugged more gently, pulling him up so they could get back to the very serious business of kissing. Slowly. Intimately. Taking the time to enjoy each other.

He hadn’t known falling in love could be like this. Hadn’t known submitting to a woman could be so fulfilling.

Olivia was his now and he was hers.

And they’d only just begun.