Olivia
We finally reached his home.
My heart was beating fast. I knew what we would be doing once I stepped inside the house. I heard him cutting the engine and walked out of his Aston Martin.
This what I wanted. I had admitted I loved him. Blake as well. Our feelings were mutual but something was bothering my mind. Yes, his future. His business. It scared me to death just by imagining it. I didn’t want his life to be ruined because he wanted me to be a part of his life. Maybe Blake always said to not worry about him. He would protect me. He would not let anyone hurt me. He said he would be my monster if he needed to, or if he wanted to, probably the latest.
Blake might a successful businessman, one of the powerful men in the country, and it made him feared by many. He had a lot of enemies. I knew Blake would always make sure no one, literally no one, to take me away from him. He had done it once; he would possibly do it again. The day someone tried to hurt or even trying to take me away, that would be the day where the lucky bastard has registered himself for his funeral, ready to be sent to hell.
I heard him opened the door and I walked out, feeling so nervous. He led me to the house by having his hand on my back. We stopped at the door as Blake unlocked it, allowing me to enter first. Once I was inside, he closed the door hard, grabbing my elbow, and pushed me to the wall. Immediately smashing his lips with mine. Pinning my hands on the wall, next to each side of my head. Pushing his tongue inside as he explored the inside of my mouth, sucking the tongue, even biting it.
“Blake,” I moaned and he silenced me immediately. Effectively with his mouth. Not even allowing me to say anything. He was keeping his promise. No talking. Loving immediately once he had me home. Immediately dominating me. He pulled away as both of us were running out of air. Breathing rapidly with his forehead on me. His steel-blue eyes were staring at me intensely. Looking deep into my soul.
“Blake,” I softly called him where he immediately pulled me up and carried me. I put my hands on his neck and never once he talked. He took the stairs where I felt nostalgic about this place. The house where I grew up with Blake as my father. With him as my watcher, my protector, my monster.
Once we reached upstairs, I could see my room but instead of going there, he turned and it made me realize something. He was going to his room and he opened the door, walked in as my eyes scanned the room. Nothing changed. His black bed, black wall, and creamy chocolate wooden walls around. Simple yet screamed Blake so much. And his bedroom was tidy like he never slept there. Like no one has ever been here.
There was something wrong here but before I could ask, “I never sleep here again,” he said. “Ever since you walked out of my house,” he added and I raised my head where his eyes were still fixed around his room. He looked down and meeting my eyes. “I always sleep in your old bedroom,” he stated with a broken tone.
It broke my heart and my eyes stung with tears. “Why?”
Blake walked to his bed, gently putting me down on the edge of the bed with him crouching down and putting his hands on my thighs. He looked back into my eyes. “I couldn’t sleep here. The first night when you were away, I slept here. I tried but I couldn’t do it. My mind was full of my action to you and since I couldn’t do anything, I went to your bedroom, and the next thing I knew, I fell asleep. Since that day, I always sleep in your bedroom.”
Tears escaped my eyes. He did that? Because of me? “Did you miss me?” I asked.
He smirked. “Every fucking day. You made me crazy. Doing crazy things. Having crazy thoughts. Also, crazily in love with you.”
I giggled. “I like the last part. Tell me something, Blake. How did you fall in love with me?” I asked but he smirked, that sexy smirk, and he leaned forward. Kissing me again.
“We should do the loving first and do the talking later,” he reminded.
“Really? I think I’ve forgotten that.”
“Well then, little girl. Let uncle do the honor of reminding you.” I giggled when he said that and placed his lips back on me again. Gently pushing me down to his soft mattress. His hands were on my cheeks, slowly going down to my neck, collarbone until he found what he was looking for. My breasts, gently squeezing them from the fabric, making me moaned between his kisses.
He unbuttoned my vest and pushing up my T-shirt where I automatically lifted my body, making it easier for him to push the clothes away from my body. “Fuck, your body is so fucking beautiful, baby,” he hissed with a compliment. “You have no fucking idea what I can do to that sinful body yours but tonight is different. Tonight…I’ll be gentle to you.”
“You don’t need to hold yourself.”
He laughed. “Don’t provoke me, little girl. You’ve seen it before.”
“That time was different,” I said and he stared into my eyes. He knew what I was thinking. “Please, Blake.” He looked away like he was restraining himself. He was holding himself back.
“Fuck!” He suddenly flipped me over as my tummy hit the mattress. “You fucking asked for it.” He unclipped my bra, pushing it while pulling my body up so the bra would leave my body. Immediately squeezing my boobs with his hands. Hard as I moaned. My hand automatically went to him, putting it on the nape of his neck. “Do you like it?” he asked on my neck. Feeling his hot breath on my skin.
“Yes,” I moaned and he pinched both my nipples causing me to moaned louder. His lips were on my neck, biting it hard. Sucking it…hard. This was so Blake’s style. He loved doing everything rough…and hard. He pushed me down and made his way down to my jeans. Unbuttoned it and pulled it down, leaving me with my panties. I felt his warm lips on my thighs. My body jerked.
“Don’t you fucking move,” he ordered and my body instantly listened to him. He pulled down my panties slowly until I could feel them reached my ankle and he tossed them away. I was entirely naked while Blake was still fully clothed. I felt his hand on my butt, softly rubbing it until he suddenly gripped them hard and spanked it without warning. He did it two times until I couldn’t handle it anymore and slightly looked back.
“What are you doing?!”
“I said,” he paused and slapped my butt again. “Don’t.” He slapped. “Fucking.” Again. “Move.” And again. Making him slapping my butt six times in a row. “I’ve told you that I’m going to punish you as well when we got home and you better take it like a good girl. And you wanted it hard, I’m only doing it like you wanted me to,” he chuckled darkly. “You’ve been a very bad girl but you are bad…only with me.” He pushed me down harshly back to the bed and I felt him moving away. “Raise your hips, Olivia.” I did as I was told. “Higher,” he demanded and I raised it again.
This position was embarrassing and he made it even worse when he said, “open your butt hole with your hands.” I couldn’t believe that. I looked back wanted to say that he was joking but his eyes shown everything. He was deadly serious. He was currently standing with both his hands inside his trousers pocket. “You’re wasting time and I don’t like my time to be wasted. I want to have my way with you thoroughly and I have lost a couple of hours because of you. I don’t want to lose another so you better fucking do it as you’re told fast.”
This made me realize something. I had poked the beast and there was no stopping him anymore. I pushed my hands to my ass and opened the hole as he requested. The bed shifted, indicated Blake just leaned on it, and without warning nor him speaking, I felt his warm tongue on the hole. His hand on my wet core, gently rubbing it with his finger. “Oh, God.” Blake was indeed…dirty but I liked it.
“I wanted to do it here but we could do it later,” he said and I felt him leaving my poor ass but his finger on my pussy didn’t go anywhere. It remained there as he leaned forward to me. So close. “Good thing Javier didn’t hear your little game back in your bathroom.” My eyes were opened wide.
Good thing Javier didn’t hear your little game back in your bathroom.
My bathroom.
No.
That was the day where I touched myself again. That was impossible! Blake wouldn’t know. He couldn’t listen. I muffled my mouth so nobody would listen. How did he know?
“You can’t hide it, Olivia. Not when you came out looking like you were thoroughly fucked and I can hear your muffled breathing. You’re so lucky because Javier didn’t listen but you can’t fool me.” This guy was definitely cruel. Beautifully cruel.
“Blake, please.”
“Please what?”
“I want to see you. And it’s not fair for me to be naked alone.”
“Don’t worry about that. You will soon see me naked but I want to have my way with you hard first.” I could hear the sound of his belt and the next thing I knew; his hardened cock was pushed inside me. He immediately moved, sliding his cock inside out. We both moaning on every thrust. His hand was still busy on my clit while his other hand grabbing my boob. “Fuck, this feels so fucking good. Being inside you…is really the best.” I was as well but I couldn’t voice it out. My mind was focusing on how Blake was pleasuring and worshipping me.
“Blake!” I was close.
“Come if you want to, baby.” I just needed two thrusts from him as I came while he was still moving. My body jerked back, meeting his brutal thrusts, but he didn’t stop.
“Blake! Blake, stop! Please!” But he didn’t listen, effectively making me reached another climax in less than two minutes as I screamed in pleasure. How the fuck that happened?
I heard him giggled. “You have the beautiful scream, baby.” He was indeed an asshole. He did that on purpose. He was punishing me. Trying to embarrass me. I was worn out and breathing rapidly. I couldn’t believe Blake just made me come two times in a row. Then, I felt him pulling his cock out and turned me over so I could see him where he immediately unbuttoned his shirt and threw it away also pushing his trousers and boxer down. Now he was completely naked in front of me.
He positioned himself between my legs. Was he serious? I just came and worn out. “Blake, wait,” I stopped him.
“I’m not done yet, little girl. And you’re not going to stop me because this time I will do the gentle lovemaking to you. Your punishment is over and it’s time…for your reward.” He kissed me while his cock found its way back to where it belonged. Gently pushing it back in as he immediately thrust in and out of me, slowly, and gently. “Olivia, look at me.” My eyes immediately raised up to meet his intense blue eyes. “I love you. You’ve made your way into my cold and dead heart and make me alive again. I will never let you go anymore.”
I raised my hand and put it on his cheek. “You never have a dead heart, Blake. It’s just sleeping deep inside you, waiting to be awakened.”
His side lips twitched and formed a little smile. “By you,” he added and I smiled. He gently landed his lips on me where he continued what he was doing. Our eyes never left each other. Remained locked like we were trying to look deep inside each other’s hearts. “You’re mine, Olivia.”
“I’m always yours. Please, don’t let me go again.”
“I’ll die if I let you out of my sight again.” He increased his thrusts. I could feel myself getting close again. “No, you wait. I want us to come together.” This made me think about how Blake knew I wanted to come. He was definitely…an expert about sex.
His movement became faster. I could hear the sound of our skin hitting each other. The room was surrounded by our scents. Sex scents. We were covered with each other’s sweats. I couldn’t take it anymore. Not with his brutal and punishing thrusts on me. “Come, Olivia,” he ordered as I immediately reached my orgasm as well as Blake, feeling his warm semen inside me mixing with my juices.
To me, this would probably the best night we ever had. We were both sweaty yet I felt perfect. Like I was in paradise. Blake slumped his head on top of my chest and I could feel myself getting sleepy. “Blake?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I love you.” I could feel myself flying away. I felt so comfortable and sleepy.
And he smirked. “I know.”
I closed my eyes, allowing the sleep to take over me.