One Night in His Custody (5 page)

Chapter Three

Olivia winced as Michael removed the handcuffs, and he was annoyed to see that they'd bruised her a little.

“
Did I hurt you?” 

She'd tried to give her wrists a sly rub when he wasn't looking her way as he joined her on the bed but he caught her. 
“No, I did it to myself. I was okay until I tried to support my weight.”

“
No, it's my fault. That's part of the deal. If I ask you to trust me, then the only pain you should expect is the kind you have asked for. I'll be more careful next time.”

Olivia grinned.
“What do you mean 'next time'? This time isn't over yet. You owe me an orgasm.”  She looked down at his still hard cock for good measure, just in case he didn't get her drift.

Michael returned her grin, or at least, he tried to. This was it, crunch time. He'd been weak earlier
—too eager to bind her to him by giving her what she needed and showing her how he could make her feel. If she found out who he really was and she rejected him now, at least he'd chased away her doubts about how much he wanted her. That alone was worth the risk to his heart. It was time Liv knew the real Michael, the one that wanted her so badly that he would risk a life altering rejection to find out once and for all if he could be part of her life.

“
How serious were you about submitting to me?”

Olivia sat up and looked him square in the eye. 
“As long as I can set the boundaries, I'm dead serious.”

“
Pushing at your boundaries is where the most intense pleasure is to be found. That's part of the deal. You have to be prepared to trust me.  That way, I can learn about your body and know how far to push you.”

“
Will I have to do anything I don't want to?”

Michael nodded. 
“Sometimes, yes. But only because I know that you will enjoy it once you give in to me.”

“
And what if—”

“
Enough. I ask the questions. Understood?”

A familiar spark flared in Olivia's eyes
, and Michael knew it was killing her not to tell him to go to hell, but for some reason he could only be thankful for, she held her tongue and nodded.

“
Good girl.”

A blush crawled across her cheeks
, and she gave a shy smile as she seemed to bask in his praise.
So far, so good.

“
Now, my beautiful Olivia.  Be honest with me. Have you ever been tied up?”

“
Why do you ask?”

"
When I ask you a question, you answer me. Do I make myself clear?” When she looked like she wasn't going to answer, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her.  Liv grinned and gave in. 

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Have you ever been tied up?”

“
Yes, I have actually.”

He didn't like that.
Not one damn bit.
“By who?”

“
An ex-boyfriend. He tied me to the headboard once, but it wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be so we didn't do it again.”

Michael suppressed a grin. There was no reason to be jealous of an immature fool who had no idea of how to treat a woman like Liv. And the knowledge that she'd been curious enough to try it once was something he would use to his advantage in the very near future.

“Shall we begin? Get off the bed and drop to your knees.”

Olivia slid from the bed with the grace of a panther, gliding over the sheets in a fluid motion that enthralled him as he watched her move. He would never tire of looking at her and wondered how he'd survived all these years without her. She sank to her knees, her hands resting on her thighs as she looked up at him and waited for him to tell her what he wanted.

Michael moved to stand in front of her, unable to resist running his fingers across her upturned cheek. “Wait here.”

He turned to the dresser, the memory of her sprawled across it so real he could almost see her there. Michael ran his tongue over his lips, relishing the taste of her once more. She'd been every bit as sweet as he'd dreamed she would be. He would never get the heady scent of her out of his mind.

Like most women, Liv stored her underwear and personal items in the small drawers in the top of the dresser. He found what he was looking for instantly and picked it up, along with a pair of stockings. Michael turned towards her, brandishing a large purple vibrator in his hand. Olivia blushed and dropped his gaze.

“
No, my love. Don't be shy about it. How can you teach someone else how to please you if you don't know how to please yourself?”  He turned it on, and her blush deepened as a loud buzzing filled the room. Michael chuckled and flicked it off. The next time he turned it on, she wouldn't be as shy.

He put it on the floor beside her and asked her to put her hands behind her back.
“I'm going to bind your hands again but we'll use something softer. It's a crime to harm such beautiful skin.”

Olivia didn't resist
, and she smiled at him as he moved behind her. The trust in her eyes made his erection grow, and he smoothed a hand over her hair, unable to resist touching her once more. The stockings held her wrists firmly but gently, and he waited a moment until he trailed the other one over her brow and down her cheek. “I'm going to blindfold you. If I do anything you aren't comfortable with, just tell me to stop, okay? We can explore it some other time.”

Michael wrapped the fabric around Olivia's head, holding it in place with a slipknot that could be easily undone if required. He would miss out on reading the passion in her gaze but, for now, building her trust in him was more important than feeding his ego.

Helping her to sit up on her knees, Michael encouraged her to straighten her spine and raise her head.  “In the future, when I tell you to prepare for me, I expect you to adopt this position. Is that understood?”

Olivia nodded. Michael gave her a small, sharp smack on her ass. She sucked in a shocked breath but didn't complain. It pleased him to see her teeth bite down her bottom lip
, and he knew the relatively gentle punishment had turned her on.  She would be easy to train, but, he hoped, not too easy.

“
When I speak to you, I expect you to answer me, Liv. Is that clear?”

“
Yes.”

He smacked her again
, and this time she groaned.  “Yes, what?”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
Good girl. Now, open your mouth.”

Olivia obeyed. Michael kept her waiting, building the suspense for both of them, as he slid the condom off his engorged cock and stepped a little closer.  He cupped her chin in his hand, holding her face steady, and touched the head of his dick to her moist, plump lips. She moaned around his heated flesh and tried to suck more of him in.  Michael grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her in place as he worked his shaft into her delicious mouth, giving her a little more each time he slid between her talented lips.  Her mouth locked around him, leaving no room for air, and the suction combined with the sight of the woman he still loved, on her knees and moaning her pleasure as she sucked on him, nearly had him losing control.

Michael pulled out of her before he lost it totally and came too soon. His dick fell from her lips with an almost comical “pop”, and the sensation made him gasp.

“
God, you're good. One day, very soon, I'll find out just what you can do with that beautiful mouth of yours.”

Olivia smiled and licked the taste of him from her lips, almost bringing on the orgasm he was fighting so hard to contain. He'd have to divert his attention for a while or he'd come like some eager teenager, shocked to discover he'd made it past third base. He pulled Liv to her feet and scooped her up into his arms, laying her on the bed and rolling her on to her stomach to untie her hands.

“Get up onto all fours and reach back to grab your ankles.”

Michael left her on the bed and went to her underwear draw
er to search for something else to bind her with. Next time, that was if God smiled down on him and there was a next time, he'd bring his bag of goodies with him.

He tied her wrists to her ankles, leaving her arse raised up and waiting for him, and her head pressed down into the mattress. Checking only to see there was nothing to hinder her breathing, Michael climbed into the space between her thighs. Liv's naked skin gleamed in the soft light
, and he could see she'd moisturized thoroughly after removing her pubic hair. Michael leaned closer and blew a gentle breath over the dark, rose-colored knot of her anus. Liv shuddered at the sensation, then yelped in surprise as he plunged two fingers into her cunt, knuckle deep. Turning his palm downwards to face the mattress, Michael hooked his fingers a little and found the small, walnut shaped lump on the front wall of her pussy. His fingertips pressed against it as he moved them in and out ... and Olivia began to thrash beneath him.

“
Do you like that, my dirty little girl?”

“
Yes, yes.” A sharp smack on her arse refreshed her memory. “Yes, Sir.”

Michael kissed her skin where he'd slapped her, smoothing his tongue over her flesh to take out the sting.  His fingers began to plunge in and out of her sopping wet hole, and he reveled in the sounds they created together as hot gushes of moisture oozed out of her, coating his hand and her thighs. When he pressed the vibrator to her clit and turned it on, Olivia almost surged off the bed altogether.

“You stay right there, Liv. I swear, if you pull away from me again tonight I won't let you come for hours.”

Olivia might not have known she was capable of it
, but Michael was pretty sure he could make her come just by fucking her with his hand. But he wanted to be buried deep inside her when that happened. Besides, her cries were barely more than incoherent sobs now, and he could see the spasms rocking her body as her pussy frantically gripped at his fingers were exhausting her.

Michael slipped another finger inside her to join the two already caressing her. The extra girth pushed at the back of her clit as he opened her wider
, and he could feel the tremors of her cute purple vibrator pulsing through her body and into his fingertips.

Liv went rigid
, and he thought she might have stopped breathing, until she sucked in a ragged gasp and let out a long, low whimper as her vagina began to pulsate around his fingers and her body started to convulse. She jerked beneath him, her shudders so intense that she inched away from him. Michael placed his knee on the back of her calf and kept her exactly where he wanted her to be—writhing against his hand and showing him in a way words never could, how her body responded to him. 

He owned every throb, every tremble and tremor wracking her taut frame. He'd given them to her. To know he could make the only woman he had ever loved feel such intense pleasure was the ultimate ego trip. And he didn't suffer an ounce of guilt or embarrassment about how good it made him feel. He'd spent ten long
agonizing years without her, and he'd earned the right to be proud of who he was, for once.

Liv stopped groaning and shuddering beneath him
, and he pulled out of her and turned off the vibe, grinning in satisfaction when she sagged to the bed in a quivering, gasping heap, as if her bones had liquefied. But he didn't let her rest, couldn't in fact. He tried to keep his hands to himself and give her some time to recover, he really did, but as he looked down at her perfect round arse and drank in the sight of her mocha skin gleaming with sweat as she trembled beneath him, Michael had to be inside her.

“
Are you okay?”

The words meant nothing
, and he wondered why he'd felt compelled to ask. If she'd said no, he'd simply have coaxed her tightly strung and highly responsive body until she was too wild with heat for him to remember how tired she was. He wasn't used to caring about the needs of his partner. He was a skilled lover and an efficient Dom. His subs were always satisfied, there was never any doubt of that, leaving him free to concentrate on his own release. But right here, right now, he cared more for Olivia's needs than he ever had his own. 

He felt a glow of pride and happiness when she raised her head, looked blindly over her shoulder in his general direction, and begged him to fuck her.

Michael untied her and tugged the blindfold off before climbing from the bed and reaching into his pants for another condom. He turned to find Olivia curled on her side, confusion clouding her beautiful ebony eyes.

“
What's wrong? Are you angry with me because I didn't ask the right way?”

He went to her, lifting her on to his lap when he sat at the edge of the bed.
“No, you did everything right. You are perfect.”

“
Then why—”

“
Because I can't wait another minute to be inside you and to have your hands on me. You've given me so much already, Liv. All I want now is to be with you, the way we should have been together all those years ago. No gimmicks. No games. Just me and you.”