“Wow.” She laughed, burying her face in his neck. “Will it always be this good?” she asked.
“No.” He stroked her hair, loving how she felt in his arms. “It will only get better.”
Olivia laughed again. “You’re kind of cocky, you know that?”
It was his turn to laugh. “I’m confident. There’s a difference.”
“Right.” She lifted her head and looked at him. His heart constricted at the emotion he saw in her eyes. He still couldn’t believe she’d confessed her love. It was like a dream come true.
He smiled. “Will you go to the club with me tonight?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Nothing you won’t like. I promise.” He kissed her quickly on the lips. “But I do have something planned, and for it to work, I need you to meet me there. Nine o’clock, not a moment sooner or later. Can you do that?”
A slow smile spread across her beautiful face. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Good. Oh, and where that outfit you were wearing the first night we met.”
Olivia cocked her head and gave him an odd look. “Okay, now I’m really curious.”
Dean laughed. “Good, at least I know you’ll be there.”
“Of course I’ll be there. Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll change your mind about me after I leave.”
“Who says I’m going to let you leave?”
“I like the way you think.”
***
Olivia sat inside Allegiant. As Dean requested, she sat at the end of the bar, wearing the same short skirt she’d worn the very first time she’d been there. She was even sipping the same drink. No matter how hard she begged and pleaded this afternoon, Dean would not tell her what he had planned. Her excitement was hard to contain.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.” The sound of Master Steve’s voice ruined her good mood. He sat on the bar stool next to her, and leaned over to get a closer look at her. “Still no collar, I see.”
Her stomach did somersaults as she glanced around looking for Dean. Why wasn’t he here yet? He said nine o’clock exactly. It was now five after nine. She smiled politely and took another drink.
Master Steve reached over and subtly grazed his fingers up her arm. She flinched away. “So, are you finished with your training? I’d really like to make you my submissive, Olivia. We could have a lot of fun together.
Olivia cleared her throat. She knew she couldn’t be disrespectful to a Dom, but she really wanted to tell him to go fuck off. There was something very creepy about this man. “Um, no, Sir, I’m not finished with my training.” That wasn’t a lie. Dean was still training her, but he was training her for himself.
Steve laughed. “Sir?” He cocked a brow. “You’re learning well. Master Dean is an effective teacher, isn’t he?”
“Yes, sir. Master Dean is the best. He’s very kind.” She noticed the scowl that pulled at Steve’s mouth and the way his eyes darkened. That was odd.
“Oh, I see what’s happening.” Steve leaned back and smiled, swirling the ice in his glass, and then taking a slow sip. “You’re falling for your Master.”
Olivia took a calming breath. Steve acted so smug and superior. She really wanted to slap him. And where the hell was Dean? She didn’t know how much longer she could sit here next to Master Steve and listen to him. The smell of his cologne was making her sick.
“This isn’t the first time this has happened. Master Dean just has a way about him. All of his subs develop feelings for him.” Steve spun on the barstool so that he was facing her. “Let me give you some advice. Master Dean never takes a sub for himself. And as much as I hate to say it, to him, you’re not any different than the rest. You’d be better off to just lock away your emotions, finish your training, and find a Dom who will respect you.”
Her patience was shot and it was on the tip of her tongue to tell him just how wrong he was. Dean told her that he loved her, that he didn’t need anyone else as long as he had her, and that he would never allow another man to touch her. And she believed him – every single word. No matter what Steve said, Olivia knew it wasn’t true. She knew Steve was just trying to make Dean look bad so that she would agree to become his sub. Well, that wasn’t going to happen.
“I told Master Dean before, I’m interested in being your Dom. I still am.”
“Thank you, Master Steve, but…” From the corner of her eye, she caught site of Dean. Just like the first night they met, he was seated in an arm chair, looking sexier than sin and dangerous as hell. Her heart raced at the sight of him.
Dean caught her gaze, smiled, and crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to come to him. Thank God! She turned to Master Steve and smiled. “Excuse me.” Olivia climbed off the bar stool and made her way toward Dean. Just like the first time, her heart was lodge in her throat and she was nervous. When she stopped in front of him, he patted his leg. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. Olivia licked her lips and sat on his lap.
“Hi,” he said.
“Hi.” It was obvious he was re-creating their first meeting. But she didn’t know why. In all truth, it didn’t matter why. It was sweet of him to do it and it was exciting.
“What’s your name?”
She laughed. Okay, this was now just silly. “Olivia.”
“Hmm…Olivia…I like how that rolls off my tongue.”
Her face warmed from her blush. He hadn’t said that the first night. “Thank you.”
“Come here.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth down to his. The moment their lips touched, fire raged through her body. It never ceased to amaze her how much power he had over her and her body. A single touch or a swift kiss had the ability to ignite her passion to an unmanageable level.
When he released her, she gasped for breath. His kisses had that effect on her. Being here with him really was like that first time all over again. And then fear struck her. She wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. “Master Dean, there’s something I need to tell you.”
She watched the way he sensuously licked his lips and she hoped that what she was about to tell him wouldn’t change anything between them. The fact that she was going to be honest should account for something though.
“You know you can tell me anything, Olivia.”
Nodding, she said, “After all the success of my first article, my boss wanted to send me back in here to get information for an article written from the perspective of a Dom.”
Dean gave a curt nod of his head. “So, you’re here for another article?”
The tone of his voice frightened her. “No. I told Tracy if she wanted another article that she had to send someone else. I refused to betray you in that way.”
He cupped her cheek with his hand and smiled. “Thank you for being honest with me, Olivia, and for refusing to write another article. I know it’s your job and I can tell you’re really good at it, but I don’t want to have our personal lives broadcast any more than it already has been.” He winked.
“I agree.” She smiled.
“Good. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I think it’s time we get down to business.” He gave her a look that clearly said, present for me.
Olivia got off his lap and kneeled in front of him in the submissive position. With her head down, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could hear him just fine. First was the sound of his zipper being pulled down, and then some rustling movements.
“Look at me, baby.” His voice had deepened and she realized for the first time just how much she’d missed his Dom voice. It sent tingles through her body. She lifted her head to look at him, and she noticed he’d pulled his pants down his hips. His erection drew her attention from his face. “Do you like looking at my hard cock?” he asked, wrapping his hand around the base of it.
“Yes, sir.” She hadn’t seen many in her life, but this was by far the nicest one she’
d ever seen.
“Would you like to taste it?”
Her heart tripped several beats. “Yes, sir.”
“Hold your hair back so I can watch you.”
Olivia gathered her hair into her hand, and then lowered her head. She licked over the tip, and then down his length before sucking him all the way into her mouth. Dean’s thighs tensed and he inhaled sharply. She smiled around him, happy that she had the ability to give him such immense pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s it, Olivia. Suck my cock.” He lifted his hips, pushing himself further into her mouth. “Ah, yeah, feels so fucking good.”
She was so focused on Dean, on the feel of him in her mouth, on the moans and grunts of approval he was making, and on how aroused she was that she didn’t give a second thought to the fact that she was giving him a blow job in the middle of a club. Her peripheral vision allowed her to see people watching, but she didn’t care. It only aroused her more, made her panties even wetter than they already were. Dean’s gaze though, it was on her and it never wavered once. And then she felt someone behind her. She looked up at Dean, whose eyes had darkened.
“I’m sure Olivia would be more comfortable sitting on my lap while she did that,” Steve said with a laugh.
Her blood ran cold. Didn’t Steve get the point? She wasn’t interested in him and she’d bluntly told him so. The look Dean gave Steve was cold, feral, and if it could kill, Steve would be dead right now.
“Go away, Steve.” Dean’s voice sounded more like a growl than anything. “I’ve already told you, Olivia isn’t available.”
She stopped sucking on Dean and kept her head down, waiting and hoping that Steve would just leave them alone. Soon.
“She’s not collared,” Steve said.
“Not yet.” Dean’s voice was tight and he was clearly aggravated.
“You’ve always shared in the past. Why are you guarding this one so closely?”
“Damn it, Steve.” Dean patted Olivia’s arms to let her know to get up. She did, and Dean pulled his pants back up and zipped them. She stood to the side and watched as Dean got in Steve’s face. “What the hell is your problem? You know the rules and the etiquette. You don’t take another Dom’s sub. She’s told you no and I’ve told you no. Now back the fuck off or I will report you to the owner.”
Steve put his hands up in a show of surrender. “Hey, easy man. I saw she was uncollared and knew you just her trainer.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Dean reached out, put his arm around Olivia’s waist, and pulled her to his side. “Olivia and I have already discussed it. She will become my sub, so, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll just leave her alone.”
“All right.” Steve backed up a few steps. “Okay, sorry.”
Olivia blew out a breath. Wow. That was intense. For a moment she thought for sure that it was going to escalate into a physical fight. “Thank you,” she whispered, clutching him.
“For what?” He looked down at her.
“You promised you wouldn’t let any other man touch me, and you didn’t. You stood up for me, for us.” No one had ever done anything like that for her before. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.
“Oh, baby.” He kissed her on the forehead. “I’m sure I don’t want anyone touching you almost as much as you don’t. Besides, like I told you, Master Steve isn’t good for you.”
“But if he was, would you have let him?”
Dean laughed. “Fuck no. There’s one thing you need to know about me, Olivia. I don’t share well under normal circumstances. And I sure as hell will not share the woman I love.”
Her heart raced, her pulse quickened, and an uncontrollable grin spread across her face. Dean loved her. She still couldn’t believe it, but she knew she’d never tire of hearing it.
“Come on. Let’s go to my dungeon room. We have some unfinished business and I don’t want any more interruptions.”
Olivia nodded, and Dean led her out of the club and toward his private room. Once inside, he removed his shirt, and then his pants, leaving him completely naked. She didn’t know why, but she blushed at the sight of his erection. His gaze devoured her and for a very brief moment, she was a bit uncomfortable. He wasn’t saying anything nor was he using his Dom voice to give her instructions, so she really had no idea what to do.
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“I want you.”
He grinned. “I know, but how do you want me? What do you want me to do to you? Or is there something you want to do to me?” He was closing the distance between them.
Stepping up to him, she stood behind him, reached around, wrapped her hand around his length and slowly stroked down, and then up. “Shit,” he groaned, drawing out the word. “That feels so good.”
Olivia peppered his back and shoulders with lingering kisses, her hand working harder and faster. It had been a long time since she’d given a hand job and she hoped she was doing it right. Based on his reaction, she assumed she was doing just fine. She could feel his cock growing, and she knew he was close to coming. Keeping her hand wrapped tightly around his shaft, she slipped around to face him. His head was still down; his gaze focused on what she was doing. “Dean,” she whispered. God she loved this man more than her own life. He was sexy and smart and he was all hers!
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him for a kiss. Then he tore the shirt from her body in a manner that some might consider violent. But not her – she found it erotic. She pressed her breasts into his chest, leaning into his kiss, and stroking his cock harder, faster. “Ah, God…Olivia,” he pushed his hips forward, “you’re going to make me come.” He nipped at her bottom lip, and she moaned.
Her clit throbbed with need and she squeezed her thighs together in a feeble attempt to ease her need. There was only one thing that would help her. Olivia took his hand, slipped it up her very short skirt, and put it between her legs. “Please touch me.”
He looked down at her, his eyes dark and hungry. “I…” His words trailed off into another moan when her palm circled around the head of hic cock.
“Please, Dean. I need to feel you” She moved his hand in a circular motion and ground her pussy against it. “I need this, Dean. I need you,” she whimpered.
His thumb pushed firmly on her clit and she swore her knees were going to give out from the pleasure. It had only been a few hours since they’d been together like this, but it felt like eternity.
In that moment, Dean moved out of her reach, and then stilled as if trying to figure something out. She watched and waited; her need raging out of control. Dean pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, stealing her breath and making her dizzy – she loved it when he kissed her like that. His hands coursed down her back to her ass. He squeezed, and then lifted her. Her skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her panty-less crotch exposed to him and his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist and waited for him to enter her, waited for the feel of his hard cock filling her. Instead, he pinned her to the door and continued to kiss her. Olivia could feel the hot, hard length of his dick resting against her pussy lips. It was a delicious tease, but she was in no mood for games. She wanted her Dom. Now. “Dean, please,” she begged.
“Not here.” His voice was deep, breathless, filled with need. He traced her lips with his finger, and then trailed it down the side of her body until he found her breast. “Not here,” he repeated, setting her back on her feet.
The sudden lack of contact left her shivering and feeling alone. She looked at him with confusion. Was he planning to take her home or something? She truly hoped not because she wasn’t sure she’d be able to wait that long. Then he surprised her by scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He gently laid her down and brought his body over hers.
“Before we go any further, there’s something we need to take care of.”
“What?”
He reached under the pillows and pulled out a box that looked like a necklac
e box. Dean opened it to reveal a gorgeous black and turquoise collar. She gasped with surprise. Sure they’d talked about her becoming his submissive, but this made it official. This made it so the world knew. “Olivia, will you wear my collar? Will you exclusively be my submissive?”
“Yes,” she whispered and shook her head.
“Good. I’m going to put this on you as soon as I’m done making love to you.” He tossed the collar onto the nearby couch. Dean spread her legs with his knees and settled between them. Then he captured her lips and kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip, sucking on it in an erotic way that had her pushing her hips up into him. He put his hand on her waist. “Olivia, baby, I told you, no rushing.”
She groaned with frustration. “Fine, but don’t tease me too long.” She trailed her fingers down his muscular arms and around his back. He shuddered beneath her touch and she smiled. It was amazing how much she loved this man – her Dom. That was so strange to say. “Please make love to me, Dean.”
He left her lips and kissed down her neck. “Sounds like you’re rushing me.” He chuckled softly as he continued his descent down her body. She really didn’t want to rush him because she wanted this to last as long as possible. However, she really wanted him to put that collar on her, too.
Dean found her lips once more, kissing her until her lips went numb. Then he made another slow descent down her body, his lips leaving tiny, searing kisses on her skin. She reached down and threaded her hands into his hair, luxuriating in how soft the strands felt between her fingers. She felt his mouth close around one of her nipples and it was like an electric shot straight to her clit. She wiggled beneath him.
“I want you on top,” he whispered as he dragged his mouth back to hers.
She didn’t know why that took her by surprise, but it did. “Okay,” she mumbled against his lips. Next thing she knew, Dean rolled them over so that she was on top. He reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it at the clenched opening of her pussy, and then very gently, he eased his cockhead into her. Then he stopped. “Take as little or as much as you want, baby. Make it feel good for you.” He rotated his hips ever so slightly, just enough so that she felt the movement.
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