by Tomas, G. L.
“Is everything okay, Olivia?”
“Yeah.” She shrugged. “It’s just when Mami is sad, she typically says no to everything I ask her. A few weeks ago, she promised I could go to one of my friend’s slumber parties, but then she got back from traveling, and her mind changed. All of a sudden, I couldn’t go.”
She meant when her mom returned with me from Finland. I could see how Benny’s mood could have shifted from that event.“And you think it’s because she’s sad,” I questioned. “I don’t know but could you talk to her? I’m going to be the only one out of my friends not there and I already don’t get to go to all the things they invite me to because they live so far away.” I thought back to the whole week and a half I’ve been here and not a single moment had I spent a moment alone with Benny. I genuinely missed her. The way her scent consumed me. The way her taste revived me. Even the way her voice sounded after a long night of sleep comforted me like a pleasant lullaby that eased my stress away.
I wanted to spend the night making us both feel human again. I was ready to put this dispute to an end and cherish the woman I valued most in my life. I’d given myself plenty of time to think about it, and I was ready to forgive her. No more grounding.
“How about this? As of now, you can go,” I said knowing I’d have to have a long talk with her mom. “When I drop you off, I’ll talk to your mom about it to bring us to the same page, but also mention that it would be tragic for you to miss the sleepover of the century over something so trivial.”
“But what if she doesn’t listen to you?” she whined.
And that’s what she didn’t understand about her parent’s relationship. Benny always listened to me. “She’ll listen.”
“Yeah, but what if she takes back your permission.”
I gave permission, not her. Another thing our unsuspecting daughter wasn’t keen to. “She won’t.”
“But…” she started. I pressed my fingers to her small pout, quieting her from further worrying.
“You let me deal with your mother, okay? You are only allowed to focus on the fun you’ll have with your friends tonight.” Overjoyed with happiness, Olivia’s fingers moved in record speed to text her friends she would be attending the night’s festivities. And now that left to my own planning. How I would make it up to her mom for going over her jurisdiction. Olivia, she wasn’t the only one who’d had fun marked on their things to do list. Except mine involved more screaming and fewer clothes.
* * *
As I arrived at Benny’s apartment building, I was relieved to see the text I sent earlier had gone through telling Benny to meet us outside. I walked Olivia to the door and her mom greeted her with a hug with an outcry of all the fun we had at the ice cream parlor. I bent down to Olivia’s level, insisting she go upstairs to get ready while her mom and I talked a bit. I knew there was a chance Benny wouldn’t be happy with my decision but I knew she’d be thrilled to know her punishment was over.
Like a good girl, Olivia did just as I asked as I took her mother’s hand and led her to the rental car door. Once I secured her inside, I made my way to the driver’s side as I turned my body to face hers. She did look remarkably more put together than earlier, so I suppose there was truth to Olivia’s confession earlier. In all fairness, she was always a vision of heaven in my eyes.
“I gave Olivia permission to go to her friend’s sleepover tonight.” I got straight to the point. Her brows furrowed at the suggestion as confusion lined her feminine features.
“What? Olli why would you do that? You had no right to tell her she could go.”
“So I have no rights as her father? Is that what you mean to tell me?” My comment silenced her, causing her to press her lips together as if holding back what she really wanted to say to me. “She seemed visibly upset she couldn’t go. I was afraid your current feelings about us were affecting your recent decision making. Or at least that’s what I got after speaking to Olivia about it.” A smile adorned her face, as she began to laugh hysterically before collecting herself to address me.
“First of all, Olli, she played you. I can’t believe you fell for it. Did she happen to tell you why I told her she couldn’t go? Her last progress reports were terrible. I told her until she brings her grades up, she didn’t need any more distractions. Texting her friends all day is the reason she takes so long to do her homework now. I didn’t want to reward her, especially because I know she’s capable of better.” I nodded, impressed with how good an actress our little Olivia was. If she was failing school maybe it was because entertainment was in her future.
Benny looked lovely and yet stressed, I knew this would only add to it but there was no way I was going to go back on my word with Olivia. “I will see to it that Olivia spends the next quarter of her studies pulling her grades up to a more than satisfactory level. Even if we have to hire a tutor. But for now, I still want her to go to that sleepover. My decision still stands.”
“Give me one good reason she should go to that sleepover, Olli!” she spat. This time frustrated that I hadn’t faltered in my decision even after hearing out her reasoning for Olivia’s punishment. “Because I miss you. And I’d like to spend the night kissing and fucking you. I’ve had days to plan out our next play session. It is better if Olivia was someplace you deemed safe but wasn’t our concern for the night.”
A small smile formed at the corner of her pouty lips as she let go a deep exhale at the dismissal of her sentence. With the crook of my finger, I signaled for her to come closer, declaring the punishment over with a kiss to her sweet lips. The kiss was gentle, soft at first, eventually graduating into a tangle of tongues and lips as if we hadn’t seen or felt each other in ages. When she backed away from me, we were both drunk with lust and breathless but I suppose that was to be expected after twelve days of no sexual contact.
I pulled out my wallet, her curious eyes following my every move. “I had my credit card companies overnight me cards with you listed as an authorized user. Before the night ends, I want you to buy the prettiest dress and the sexiest lingerie and heels to go with it. Do whatever makes you feel pretty.” Her hands traced over the risen letters of her first and last name on the weighty plastic as she secured the three cards in the back pocket of her tight blue jeans.
“Do you have a color you’d like to see me in, Sir?”
My cock grew hard at the sound of my triggering nickname. “It doesn’t matter. You won’t be wearing it long,” I said with a light brush to her smooth dark cheek. Minding my manners, I remembered the key I’d gotten earlier for the hotel room she’d be staying in for tonight’s play session. The card I gave her next was the hotel I planned our play.
“That’s where I’d like for you to meet me tonight.” She flipped the card over in her hands taking in the address before placing it along with the cards she stuck in her pocket. “Be ready by eight. I’ll contact you later with the rest of my details,” I said as I offered to walk her inside for one last chance to let her know I couldn’t wait to see her tonight. I took her arm as she attempted to walk inside.
“Don’t try to walk away without kissing me.” And at that, she leaned in to give me a small taste of a kiss. A kiss that wasn’t mine yet but would soon be once I brought her to her knees. “Try not to wear anything too short,” I advised with a slap to her ass that had her sashaying off in defiance. She was going to wear whatever she wanted. But I was going to do whatever I wanted to her for being the brat that I loved her to be. As she disappeared into the building, I couldn’t wait for her to see what I had planned.
26
Benny
How many times was I going to check myself out in the mirror? Maybe as many times as it took to realize the woman I was staring back at was me. I looked like me, but it’d been so long since I put in this kind of effort. While I always practiced proper haircare techniques, tonight I went out of my way to hire the best natural hair stylist to recreate my nostalgic curls.
Stretching and straightening my
hair was just easier over the years, especially since I had Olivia’s hair and my hair to think about, but since Olli wanted me to experience a pampering I wasn’t accustomed to at any point in my life, I took it upon myself to allow my Dom to worship me in all the subtle ways that weren’t traditional interaction. I’d gotten my nails and toes done, tried on a dozen outfits before I decided on a cherry red, curve-accentuating sweater dress that complemented the heels I’d splurged on because I’d never known a nude, open-toe heel that was my deep-brown nude.
A good skin regimen here, a little mascara there, and I was nearly unrecognizable. Striking even. My natural hair did that for my appearance, so I can’t remember a reason why I’d stopped wearing it so free. There had been times where I put in more effort than just jeans and t-shirts, but never like this, and never for someone as special as who I was pulling all the stops for. All eyes were on me, and for the first time in a long time, it felt like a good thing.
With so few brown faces, I definitely stood out in the upscale bar Olli and I planned to meet each other. Being the center of attention made me feel alive, and desired and wanted, despite how introverted in nature I’d grown. Ladies either gave me stares of envy or compliments at how beautiful my skin tone complemented my dress and that was tame compared to what all the men had to say.
By the way the men at this hotel approached me, you’d think I was a famous actress or something. “Can I buy you a drink?” A white man in a grey suit and peppered hair asked while wondering if I had a room at this hotel. He wasn’t my type, but he thought he was by the way I’d flirted before telling him I was waiting for someone special.
“Can I get a drink for the lovely lady?” A man with a nice tan and crisp poplin shirt and slacks later asked. He was a bit sleazy, wondering if I worked here and if I had a certain price for what he was interested in. Killing him with charm and kindness was all I had. “I’m not a hooker if that’s what you’re implying,” I smiled, biting my lip. “But I bet you couldn’t handle what I had in store, so while things are civil, it’d be best to just walk away while your dignity is still intact.”
For a long time, I didn’t really worry about my safety. Not that I haven’t been a woman all these years that I’ve been single. It’s just between juggling motherhood and gaining a few extra pounds, it’d been so long since I’d felt sexy. I remember being that age where men would go out of their way to chat me up and because I didn’t know how to say no, or feared it, I’d force myself to grin and bear even the worst male attention.
I should have been afraid of this guy, but I wasn’t. Just knowing Olli might be somewhere, watching. Made me feel safe enough to have the courage to turn even the most tasteless of men down. Much of the men that approached me wasted no time bringing up that they were doctors, attorneys, hedge fund managers, businessmen of every field. They only wanted one thing, and it killed them that I was turning every single one of them down.
Olli’s instructions were clear: Appear available. Charming. Irresistible to the point no man could walk past without taking a second look. If they seem like someone you might like, feel free to flirt and make them think they have a chance, but in the end, turn them down.
It was all a part of the game he wanted to play, our roleplaying. He loved the idea of other men wanting me, every man wanting to fuck me. Each man that approached would be expecting something from me that I wouldn’t be giving up tonight. Or at least not to them, and not to just any man for that matter. I could have my pick of any man, but I would choose to go home with him.
One of my favorite scenarios of our blissful past was just what he’d plan for me tonight—a scene I could never turn down. I’d go into a place and tease him; I wouldn’t know he’s there, but my presence alone turned him on, so the version of me who put in effort was bound to blow his mind. Any man who sparked conversation I was welcome to give it to them, so long as I gently sent them on their way after the expectations of sexual encounters were off the table.
It worked him up and challenged him to see me flirt with other men, plus teasing him on top of that? He would have his hands full with whatever punishment he had in store for me, and as a woman whose faith was recently restored in love, but submission too, I would gladly take it.
“You’ve been here a while,” a handsome stranger stated and sat down next to me and his dark eyes smiled with him. “I hope someone as beautiful as you wasn’t stood up.” He was attractive, my age or a little older, with just enough naughty in his smirk to suggest he was gentle but could handle a woman in the bedroom. When you were kinky, you just knew if a vanilla guy could satisfy a woman by his body language alone.
He was confident yet gave a comfortable distance that implied he wanted to be near me but respected my boundaries. In a normal setting, I may have even given him my number if I were single. If I had been horny enough, I would have suggested we go up to his hotel room and get to know each other a little better.
None of those details mattered once Olli came into view. Securing a seat at the end of the bar, his virescent eyes locked on mine, daring me to bring attention to him. His signature slicked-back hair appeared close to brown in the dimly lit room, but even in the darkness, his fierce shade of arctic green eyes glowed in the distance. I wasn’t sure if he’d gotten so riled up, he could no longer hide in the distance while other men adored me.
But he nodded, giving me his stamp of approval to carry on and entertain my current guest. “No. Not stood up. Just looking for the motivation to head up to my hotel room. The way my night is looking, I might head up early.” The stranger smiled, and with that revealed a dimple in his California tan that normally would’ve had me curious.
“Well, I guess it’s a good thing I came over. Can’t have you turning in early before I got the chance to talk to you,” he flirted. It’d been so long since I got this kind of attention, I laughed at his attempt to humor me and flirted back. Olli positioned himself so that his elbows rested against the bar’s high surface. He took a sip from a modest cup of liquid, which from this distance looked like vodka, but could have been water to keep himself hydrated.
I wanted to make sure he was paying attention, so when I had an open invitation to lean into my bar mate, I did so just enough to draw attention to the cleavage I hadn’t hidden. Despite how respectful he’d been during our encounter, he was weak to full, shapely breasts within his eye shot. The cut of my bust was high enough where I wasn’t spilling out the dress but still provided a nice view. Hell, if I weren’t me, I’d probably be staring at my breasts.
A gold pendant rest against my throat, a collar I’d bought just to show Olli I hadn’t forgotten what I was, who I was to him. Even though I entertained my guest, all I could think of was Olli. Wanting his attention, wanting his affection. My pussy clenched at the sight of Olli flinching at the sight of my sexy stranger’s finger lightly rubbing my hand. He must’ve said something as his reaction hadn’t reflected how well things had been going up until now.
“Did you hear what I said?” Clearly frustrated, the stranger turned around, not being able to ignore the Nordic prince who was demanding my attention. He wore a pained grimace before thanking me for wasting his time. All I saw was the back of him while he left the hotel bar and never looked back.
Olli smirked, intrigued and eagerness shining through his dangerous eyes. He pretended to be a stranger just like everyone else, pointing first to his drink, then to mine. Now I finally felt comfortable taking that drink.
He snapped his fingers to catch the attention of the bartender, as the tapster disappeared into the back, returning with an expensive bottle of wine. Olli pointed to the red wine—a clear nod to my preference over white—and took the two glasses the barkeep offered. It wasn’t long before he made his way over to me.
Normally, Olli wasn’t the flashy type. In the time we’d reconnected, he wasn’t one to flaunt his resources like a squanderer of money. But when he sat down, it became perfectly clear the person he’d agreed to be for
the night and I was about to enjoy every second of it.
“I couldn’t help but notice that it looked like you needed a drink.” He poured until it reached an adequate level in my glass and handed it to me but insisted on me drinking the water to my side before I indulged. His dark grey suit was pressed, cut and tailored to fit his body in the most delectable way, his carefully knotted silk blue silk tie matching the handkerchief that peeked out his breast pocket. I wasn’t picky about what turned me on about a man’s style but I didn’t think a woman alive could resist a man so beautiful in a three-piece custom suit. At this point, it was going to take more energy to turn down his efforts as I did with the others. Even my eyes screamed that I wanted him. Sometimes I had to sit and remind myself that no matter who he was playing in a scene, I was still the luckiest woman alive who got to call this man my husband.
“Thank you. Wine just happens to be my favorite.” I said taking a sip, admiring the strength in his hands as he poured himself a glass. “How are you tonight?” he said in his heavily accented English. He scooted his chair in closer as my heart rate quickened at the act of him being so close to me. It felt like it had been forever since he was this close to me.
“Better now.” He laughed a low laugh. Bringing the glass to his lips to take a sip from his drink. “I take it you’re not a regular here?” He leaned on the table, invading more of my personal space that would’ve been uncomfortable with a complete stranger but was fine since it was only Olli playing a role.
“Why, do I look familiar?” I asked, cocking my eyebrow.
“Honestly, you don’t look like anyone I’ve ever seen before. I think that’s what made me approach you. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying that if you stand in front of a piece of beautiful artwork long enough, there’s no way you can leave without going home with it.” He said with an arrogant grin, his eyes taking turns glancing between my eyes and bustline.