Olivia’s POV
I felt my energy skyrocketing. I heard Nima giggle out in my head.
“Finally! I thought you were going to be a sissy little pushover and let him tell you what to do.”
I scoffed and continued to pin Andre on the bed. The raw energy flooding through me was amazing. I felt so alive.
I felt him struggle a bit, but my grip was firm.
I felt something slipping out of me. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it was something subtle.
I sniffed the room and smelt it-my scent. It filled the room and doused the air like strong, enticing perfume. I had never been able to smell it, but now I understood why I always drew my attention to myself. It was powerful, and I could only imagine how Andre was coping.
I turned my attention back to Andre and saw him looking at me with wide eyes.
“Olivia? Are you alright?”
I saw the bewilderment shimmer in his green eyes. The disbelief on his face was one I was going to cherish for a long time.
“Olivia? Are you okay?”
I didn’t answer his question and immediately swooped on his lips. He grunted passionately as I kissed him hungrily.
I gently bit his lower lip and slid my face down to his ear.
“Beg me to please you.”
I felt my hand go down to his crotch, and I gripped his hard cock through his trousers.
I heard him groan and whisper my name. The control I had was amazing.
“Olivia…”
“I’m always the one under you, moaning for you to please me. Now, it’s your turn. If you want me, say it.”
The seductiveness of my voice sent shivers down his spine. He looked at me in disbelief. I was no longer the Olivia that he knew, and I was just as surprised at myself.
I massaged his throbbing hard cock and watched him groan again and squirm, his body begging me for more.
“Please me, Olivia.”
His voice was breathy and low. I felt my hands slip to his waist and slowly unbuckled his belt.
He looked at me longingly. I could see how much he wished the tables were turned.
I yanked off his trousers and grasped his hard cock, and stroked it softly.
“Fuck. Olivia.”
A smile crept on my face. I saw the satisfaction in his eyes.
“You like the way I touch you, don’t you, Alpha?”
I stroked it again and tightened my grasp, teasing the tip slowly with my fingers and then the entire length of it with my palms.
“Arrgghh. Kitten.”
I felt his hands try to grab me, but I spanked them away.
“No. You don’t get to touch me. That’s your punishment.”
Without warning, my lips swooped on his cock, and he erupted a loud, needy moan.
I felt his body tense up as he tried to hold himself back.
The tip of his cock was wet with his juices and saliva.
He was under my control now, under my spell.
I ran my tongue the entire length of his rock-hard cock and tapped the tip gently.
“Fuck. You’re a nasty little kitten.”
I looked at him with eyes of pure evil seduction and continued to make his body do my bidding.
I sucked him and could see how tense he was, how his fingers dug into the bed and pulled at the sheets, how my name was on his lips and how he tried desperately not to grab me and inadvertently end this ecstasy.
I moaned softly as I tasted him. My mind jumped back to the day we first had dinner together, and I imagined the popsicles to be his hard, tasty cock.
I pulled away and teased his balls with my tongue. I took pleasure in the way his toes curled as I took him to new realms of pleasure, realms that I never thought that I’d go to.
The deep timbre of his voice as he called my name made my clit tingle with delight. I was in charge but I was still soaking for him.
Fuck! I wanted him terribly. Just as much as he wanted me.
I felt his palm graze my cheek as I slurped on his dick.
His eyes were tense, and his breath was rapid.
“If you keep this up, you’re going to make Daddy cum.”
I smiled and pushed his hand away, and my mouth dove onto his cock again, drawing out fresh new moans and groans.
“Olivia! Fuck! Oli…”
Then all was silent.
I pulled away from his cock and wiped my mouth with the back of my palm. His expression was exhausted but desperate. He looked at me needily, his eyes begging me to finish what I had started.
I sat astride him and looked at his face.
“Andre, I love you, but if you say that I am that important to you, then you need to allow me to do what is best for me. I can take care of myself. I need you to support me. I need you to be there for me and acknowledge that I have a life, too, and I’m not always going to be available to please you. My father is… was my whole life. Please help me make this up to him.”
I saw his eyes become sad. I felt his heart beat with pain. Did I say something wrong?
I felt him grab me gently, and he pulled me close to him. My face was bent over his. His breath smelled wonderful and fanned gently across my face.
He pressed his forehead on him and held me that way.
“Olivia”
His voice sounded miserable and downcast.
“you are the most important person to me. You have no idea how worried I was when you left.”
I felt the energy in me dissipate as I listened to him speak.
“The last four days of not seeing you were miserable. I wasn’t myself. You have no idea the things I thought had happened to you. You ran away without a reason. You left me heartbroken. I left my pack and my duties to come and find you. They don’t matter to me as much as you do.”
I pulled away and looked at his face. His eyes were soft and sincere, and the pain in his words bubbled to the top.
I had made him feel this way. I had nearly shattered his heart and all because I was too scared to accept him for what he truly was to me.