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  She didn’t object when his hands came up, arms curling under her legs and then over to hold her thighs. The hold gave him a little more leverage to reach her—and she liked the way he felt, clinging to her legs to please her. She sighed with blissful enjoyment as she felt his tongue sliding through her folds, tasting her… learning her… flicking against her swollen clit so that she pressed down more firmly against him.

  From the way he’d been looking at her, Olivia doubted he’d ever had a woman riding his face quite like this… His own cock unsatisfied and straining while the cold remnants of an ice cube trickled from his clenched ass, a rubber band wrapped around the base of his balls to keep them sensitive. All of which she ignored entirely, making him wait for his orgasm while he tongued her to hers.

  “Oh yes…” she moaned, arching her back, her breasts thrusting out as his mouth worked.

  He definitely did know what he was doing, already adjusting to the subservient position she had him in—and when she moaned her appreciation, his efforts redoubled, his hands tightening down on her thighs, helping her to hold in place over his lips. Luke was a pleaser, and the more she wriggled and verbally encouraged him, the more excited he became. He licked and sucked, alternating between the two, paying attention to her sensitive lips and clit, finding all the ways she best liked to be orally pleasured.

  “Yes… oh yes… just like that…” Olivia had already been pent up from watching him with Lisa earlier that evening, then further aroused by playing with him herself, knowing she was the first to breach the virgin territory of his ass, watching him submit to her. She hadn’t been far from orgasm to begin with.

  One hand still in his hair, gripping and tugging as she worked her pussy over his mouth, she brought the other up to pinch and roll her own nipple, giving her just that little bit of extra physical stimulation she needed. Luke sucked her clit into his mouth. Hard.

  “Fuck! Yes!” She threw her head back, grinding her pussy down on his face, shuddering, thighs quivering from the effort of holding herself up as she came. Hot bliss spread through her body, radiating out from her core where Luke’s tongue was lapping up her cream. She rode out her orgasm, through the large waves of rapture down to the smaller quakes as her body expended the sexual tension that had been building.

  Her hand gentled on Luke’s hair, stroking and smoothing as she lifted her pussy away from his mouth, feeling his hot breath again as he panted for air.

  “Good boy,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair in a caress. “You deserve a reward.”

  ******

  Oh yes, please, for fuck’s sake.

  He couldn’t quite form the words though.

  It felt like his entire body was quivering, overwhelmed by sensations and experiences he’d never anticipated. Never prepared for. The ice in his ass had fully melted while he’d been eating her out, cold liquid trickling down his crack and onto the carpet beneath him. That might have made him feel odd and uncomfortable, but he’d been far too distracted by the aching need in his cock and balls, Olivia’s gloriously naked form, and the sweet scent and taste of her pussy.

  The image of her rocking above him, breasts jiggling, pale pink nipples bobbing, arched in ecstasy, was going to be burned on his brain. Since he’d met her, it felt like he was constantly garnering new material for his fantasies.

  When Olivia knelt down in her previous position again, his entire lower body throbbed in need.

  “Hands behind your head,” she reminded him in a murmur, running her own hand appreciatively down his stomach, her arm brushing against his cock. Fuck it felt like his balls were going to explode.

  Gentle fingers stroked… pulled… and then the rubber band was off of his sack.

  Luke hadn’t thought it had made that big a difference. He’d felt the hold but it had been so gentle. Now his balls started tingling, flickering with little sparks of painful sensation that made it feel like his skin was crawling and he did his best not to writhe as it hit him, gritting his teeth against the agonizing pleasure of it.

  Then she poured what must have been melted ice in the bowl on his sack and he screamed.

  Freezing burn. His balls tightened, tried to shrink… but her hot mouth was sliding down his cock and he twisted, completely confused about what he was supposed to be feeling. It hurt, he knew it had hurt, but right now it felt like the pain was good and up was down, and the silken glide of her tongue over his swollen shaft was so pleasurable it was almost too intense and he thought he might be in agony.

  He didn’t even recognize the animal sounds coming from his throat.

  And when her fingers slid back into his ass, stretching, seeking, probing, and finally pressing against the sensitive spot she’d found earlier, he actually howled.

  Her hot mouth slid away but her hand wrapped around his slick shaft, expertly pumping, her fingers thrusting inside of him, curling and rubbing. Then she sucked his cold balls into her hot mouth and the juxtaposition of temperature had him writhing.

  His hands were no longer behind his head, they were digging into the carpet on either side of his hips as he gasped for air. Liquid spewed from his cock, spattering on his stomach, and he didn’t give a fuck because he was so lost in the ecstasy, the agony, the thunderous sensations overwhelming his body and blanking out his mind.

  After that, things became a little muzzy. Later he would dimly remember her wiping him down with a warm cloth, cleaning off his stomach from the sticky cum he’d blasted all over himself. He’d remember her gentle hands on his cock and balls, running the cloth between the cheeks of his ass. But in the moment, it was almost like he blinked and then they were both on the floor, with her leaning against her couch and his upper body curled around her like she was his favorite teddy bear, his head resting on her bare breasts.

  Which was not a bad way to come to, but he was a little shaken at how he’d completely lost control of himself.

  Somehow, she seemed to realize when he was regaining his full sensibilities again.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked, her voice carefully neutral, her fingers stroking through his hair.

  “A little weird,” he answered honestly. He felt… overwhelmed. Like so much had happened that he had to take in that he couldn’t quite handle all of it. Too much information to assimilate in too short a period of time.

  But it had felt so good while it was happening.

  He felt the rumble of her chuckle through her chest.

  “Here, drink some water,” she said, picking up a glass from the coffee table and making him wonder when exactly she’d gotten that. But he did as she said, sitting up just a little bit but not relinquishing the arm he had wrapped around her body or his position leaning against her. He wasn’t going to give that up until he had to, no matter how confused—and maybe a little conflicted—he felt right now. Once he’d gulped some of the cold, clear liquid, which tasted strangely delicious, Olivia handed him a piece of chocolate. “Eat too. That’ll help. Things got a little more intense than I anticipated.”

  Well at least he wasn’t the only one thrown off, then. That was reassuring. It made him feel a little better. Olivia didn’t sound off balance, exactly, but maybe just a little unsure of herself. Which made him feel just a little bit more sure of himself.

  “That was…” His voice trailed off as he groped for the right word. The right phrase. Either option eluded him completely.

  “Enjoyable, hopefully, at least,” she said, joking a little.

  Luke snorted, but sounded distant. His brain was fuzzy, but he knew the truth. “That’s an understatement.”

  “Good.”

  “It was also not what I expected.” Despite himself, Luke found the hand not wrapped around behind her back drifting towards his own back, towards his ass. Trepidation, uncertainty welled.

  He felt Olivia’s reaction, more than saw it.

  “Mmm. Something you should know if you’re serious about wanting to get involved with me, if you want to go be
yond this—I’m absolutely going to want to play with your ass, and eventually use my strap-on.” She sounded so gleeful when she said it, Luke’s cock twitched a little.

  But he still couldn’t shake his apprehension either.

  Yes, he’d put he was open to anal play, etc. on his survey. But for some reason he hadn’t expected to actually like it. Definitely not to the point he had. He knew it didn’t make him gay or less of a man, but for some reason he still felt like he wasn’t supposed to have enjoyed having her fingers in his ass so much. Wasn’t supposed to feel his cock twitch at the thought of her pegging him. He didn’t even know why he felt like it was okay to tolerate or participate in the activity, bearing it because it was what she wanted, but it was somehow wrong for him to actually find pleasure in the act.

  His head was all sorts of fucked up right now though. Was this the subdrop she’d talked about in class?

  Luke tightened his arms around her. The confliction he was feeling confused him. He wanted Olivia, and he’d loved what they’d just done, but…

  He wasn’t even sure he could explain it. For some reason he felt very vulnerable and exposed, not just to her but to everyone.

  After all, Olivia was a Domme. Luke hadn’t fully appreciated until just this moment what that meant. Not just that she would boss him around in the bedroom, but the full scale of what she wanted to do to him… everyone would not only know what she was doing, they’d be able to guess at most of it and they’d know how much he liked it.

  And it was fucking with his head.

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  Chapter 10

  Walking into Marquis to start her day of work Monday morning, Olivia tried to shake the feeling of unhappiness hanging over her. She’d had to drive a rental car in this morning after dropping her car off to have the paint fixed. Seeing the car door again this morning, in the sunlight, had gotten her all ticked off again. Ticked off and a little disturbed. Not knowing for sure whether or not it was Roland who had carved the insult onto her door was uncomfortable.

  She hadn’t really thought he’d be the type, but at the same time she definitely couldn’t imagine anyone else doing it. Or maybe she just didn’t want to be able to imagine anyone else?

  Ugh. She didn’t know.

  It made for an unsettling morning. Which was really too bad after all the effort she and Luke had gone through to get her relaxed. Although, she wasn’t completely comfortable thinking about that either.

  After morning regret wasn’t quite the right word… after morning anxiety maybe? After morning concerns?

  He’d been a bit overwhelmed, which was understandable. She had been too. But he’d also been very quiet, just holding tightly onto her and letting her stroke his hair without talking for close to an hour before she’d finally made them get up so they could both get some sleep. Olivia had asked him a few questions, but mostly he’d seemed to just want to cuddle up to her and think. So she’d let him. She did kind of wonder if he was going to show up to class tomorrow.

  This morning he’d been thoughtful but subdued. He’d taken her to the shop and then to the car rental place, but he hadn’t tried to press for more from her like he often did. Although he’d wanted to, she could tell, but this time there had been no need to quell him. He’d held himself back.

  “Morning Olivia,” said Michael as she stepped into Marquis’ dining room. He was sitting at one of the booths on his laptop. Olivia raised her eyebrows at him.

  “Don’t you have an office?” she asked, somewhat amused.

  “Yeah, but the light is better out here.”

  Well that was true enough. The large windows at the front of Marquis were one way glass, which meant as long as both the restaurant and the outside were bright, they let in a lot more light than the rather small windows in the offices upstairs. Especially in the morning, since their offices faced the west.

  She still preferred to be in her office though. She needed quiet and her own space to think. Michael seemed to thrive on having noise all around him that he had to tune out.

  “Anything going on I should know about?” she asked.

  “Just looking over Lexie’s plans for the New Year’s Eve decorations,” he said with a grin. Glancing up at her, he cocked his head to the side. “Want to come look?”

  “I looked at them yesterday,” she said, smiling, although truthfully she hadn’t looked very hard. Lexie liked to decorate and she was good at it. She wasn’t going to do anything crazy or that didn’t fit in with the club’s general feel. Olivia trusted her.

  This week Lexie was going to be working on getting the Christmas decorations for Stronghold up, something Olivia was happy to be excused from helping with this year since she’d be spending most of her time at Marquis. She liked looking at decorations, but she didn’t particularly enjoy being the one to do the decorating. Plus, there were plenty of subbies willing to help; even more than there had been last year with all the membership growth the club had gone through.

  “They look good,” he said almost absentmindedly, his attention back on his computer screen.

  “Yeah. I’ll be upstairs, let me know if you need anything,” she said, heading to the back of the restaurant where the stairs were.

  “Oh hey, how’s your car?” he asked, calling out to her before she reached the stairs. Turning, she could see the look of concern on his face. The gossip chain. She should have known. Actually, she was kind of surprised her phone hadn’t blown up yet. Then again, it was pretty early in the morning for Lexie to be awake, and if Patrick had kept her busy before bed last night… “Nothing weird when you got home?”

  “Car’s in the shop getting the paint fixed, and my apartment and building were completely untouched,” she said, tapping her finger on the doorway to the stairs, hiding the unease she still felt over the entire situation.

  “How late did Luke stay?” Michael asked, his voice deceptively casual. Olivia shot him a repressive look, which did absolutely nothing to deter the mischievous look on his face.

  “If I were you, I wouldn’t remind me that I still owe you one,” she said silkily.

  That made the expression on his face drop into worry, which was more than a little gratifying. Hiding her snicker, Olivia turned and headed up the stairs to her office.

  ******

  “You okay there, boss?”

  The concerned voice of his foreman had Luke jerking out of the daze he was in. Being distracted on an active construction site was not good.

  “Sorry Bill,” he said, turning to face the other man. Bill had about twenty years and forty pounds on Luke, and he was one of Luke’s most invaluable employees. His grizzled face was screwed up in worry as he studied Luke, brow deeply furrowed. “Just lost in thought.”

  Bill’s lips twisted. “Maybe this isn’t the best spot for that?”

  It was the closest Bill would come to chiding him.

  “Maybe not,” Luke said, sighing as he stepped back from the wall frame he’d been standing next to. Staring at without seeing it.

  His mind had been on the night before with Olivia. This morning he’d felt the familiar call to go to Marquis but… he’d made himself go to work. Not just because he was still processing everything from the scene she’d done with him, but because he needed to check out the on-going jobs anyway. He normally didn’t get super involved with any of the businesses he invested in, only checking in on them on an irregular basis. Helping out with the construction jobs for his company was what he preferred to do with his time.

  At least, it had been what he preferred to do.

  Now he wanted to go by Marquis. See Olivia. Probe his feelings.

  “I’m going to head out,” he told Bill, who nodded and did his best not to look relieved. Which made Luke’s lips twitch with amusement. Bill would never tell Luke to leave, of course, but it was obvious he’d been worried Luke’s current head-in-the-clouds distraction was going to get him hurt, which wouldn’t look good for B
ill. No one wanted the owner hurt at their work site.

  Sighing, Luke headed out to his car. He might as well go to Marquis.

  Check in on what was happening. See if anyone was there.

  See how Olivia was doing this morning. Make sure nothing had disturbed the club.

  Really just whatever excuse he could make up to go by there, he thought with a sigh. He might be a little weirded out by exactly how much he’d submitted to her last night. How much he’d let go of his control and what he’d enjoyed her doing to him, but he still wanted to see her. Felt almost compelled to seek her out in fact.

  Too bad there weren’t any other male submissives in the class. He would have liked someone to talk to. The women were all nice and he was sure they’d be willing to listen, but would they understand? How could they? Especially when he couldn’t quite explain even to himself exactly what he was struggling with in his own head.

  ******

  The knock on her door had Olivia’s heart jumping for a moment before she reminded herself it was probably just Michael, maybe someone else from down in the restaurant if they needed her for something. They were testing out recipes over the next few weeks, getting ready for both the New Year’s Eve opening party and the actual opening of the restaurant. Club members were being encouraged to start coming by for dinners as a kind of a test run—a soft open—before the official opening in a few weeks.

  “Come in,” she said, keeping her eyes on her computer screen and steeling herself, telling herself she was not going to be disappointed that her visitor was not Luke.

  Except apparently she didn’t need to convince herself of that at all.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked before thinking, almost shocked to see him striding into her doorway the same way he had yesterday afternoon.

  “Just dropping by to see what’s going on,” he said, coming in. He was wearing his jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt with his company’s logo on the left side of the chest, his hair looking shaggy and a little unkempt as if he’d had it under a hat. Sauntering to the chair he seemed to have claimed for his own, he sat down and leaned back, looking at her almost contemplatively.