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She spent the next few days going to rehearsal, while he was at the office. She’d join him for lunch, sweaty and desperate for a break. She taught the class and then afterwards he drove her home, turned on by the private lap dance she’d treated him to after everyone left the studio.
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“Colin!” Olivia’s cries fell on deaf ears as she screamed through another hard orgasm, she was pushing against him, but he held her tighter, giving her those perfect thrusts that stimulated the sensitive spots in her body and drove her wild.
Colin had driven them home with his hand on her bare pussy, gripping her possessively. He’d instructed her to take her pants and panties off in the car. When they got to the house he parked haphazardly in the front and ripped her out of her seat, shoving her down on his dick in the driver’s side.
He made her ride him mercilessly until his truck was rocking with their movements.
Olivia cried out as he stepped out of the truck with her still wrapped around him, twitching in orgasm before he turned and walked them into the house, lowering them and fucking her on the foyer floor with the front door still open, he hadn’t even bothered to turn on the lights. Colin flipped her to her knees and was pounding into her so hard she couldn’t even think straight.
He placed his hand on her mouth so her screams couldn’t carry outside the house.
Caught up in the throes of their passion, and his pleasure heightened by Olivia yelling at him to spank her, Colin took his belt off and whipped her across her ass while he was giving her perfectly measured drives into her beautiful body.
Her heart quickened at his feral smile, and she tried to reach for the leg of the foyer table to steady herself, but he turned and dragged her away, slamming the front door closed. Dragging her by her foot into the elevator, he gave her a bone rattling jerk to pull her the rest of the way in, where he had her straddling his hips again.
She orgasmed so hard she reached out and slapped him in the throes of passion, and in retaliation he’d tied her elbows to her knees and then strapped her ankles down via her head once he got her to the bedroom, the strap tucked under her neck to keep her legs in place.
“Ohhhhh okay, you’re fucking hitting me now, huh?” he asked softly. Moving to wedge two pillows under her hips, the position opening her up and spreading her wide for him at the perfect angle.
“I’m sorry sir, I’m just a little overwhelmed, please don’t punish me I didn’t mean it,” Olivia whispered, her whole body trembling in ecstasy at the thought of Colin unleashing himself on her. She got two of her favorite things in one night, dancing and Colin’s wild side.
She refused to think about why she was so adamant he hurt her.
Her emotions had been all over the place and she needed a release badly. His words temporarily ripped her mind from her feelings.
“I just know that you can’t possibly think that we’ve even gotten started,” he said as he stared into her bewildered face. He’d never tied her up like this before, mindful of her shoulder. But tonight, she’d proven that was a moot point, her shoulder was no longer a problem.
“Colin-” she tried again, her body shiny with sweat, she was struggling through her breaths, he’d already given her several toe-curling orgasms. But he’d already left her and went to their drink cart, mixing them up something. He took his phone and began to scroll through it.
He walked over and sat, letting her drink in peace, tilting the glass to her lips. He put the glass on her nightstand as the music began to play softly through the surround in the room.
He’d put on Lose Control by Teddy Swims. The lyrics raw, rubbing at the synapses in her brain simultaneously weakening and strengthening her at the same time. He leaned down, licking into her mouth deeply, rumbling deep in his throat. He was wrapping his dominance around her like a cloak, pulling it tight against her.
His big hand cupped her pussy and she clenched, feeling that delicious burn she often got down there.
Colin pulled back from her moaning form and his eyes caught her gaze, he raised his hand before roughly slapping it down on her mound and cupping her again, massaging her. She let out a cry at the first pop on her pussy. He slapped her in quick successions, the pops reverberating throughout the room. He cupped his hand around her and squeezed with a soft grunt.
“I want to take your ass,” he said, not giving her reprieve from her eyes or his hand. She was wriggling, moaning under his administration. She cried out as his big finger started manipulating her clit in small circles.
“But not tonight. I just want to leave the thought with you,” he said, leaning down once more, this time taking her nipple in his mouth in a hot suck. She struggled against the restraints, trying to arch but not able to move anywhere. The music abruptly changed into a softer transition.
Olivia caught her breath, her eyes misting up. He had put on A Gift of a Thistle from Braveheart, the melody tearing through her heart. He climbed back on top of her and thrust into her slowly, his gaze not leaving her eyes the whole time. Groaning contentedly, he thrusted slowly, the deepest he’d ever been inside of her. The music swelled around them as he struggled to contain the emotions he felt for her.
Olivia cried, opening her heart to him. “Let me go,” she whispered, needing to touch him.
“Ask me a different way. I don’t want you to ever ask me to let you go,” he said softly, his brown eyes staring into hers softly as he waited.
“Please undo my legs and arms, sir,” Olivia repeated, hissing as he ground against her just a little deeper.
Colin paused, removing her ties and bent down, feeling her fingers sinking into his hair. He resumed taking her mouth in a loving kiss as they rocked intimately to the beat of the music in their own dance, finally having found each other amid all their chaos.
Afterwards, she locked herself into the toilet room in the bathroom, sobbing as she sat curled on the floor, confused by the depth of her feelings. This became a habit, one she became good at hiding from him.
She didn’t want him to know that despite their lifestyle, she was still hurting. All the repressed emotions she hadn’t wanted to deal with were violently ripped to the surface and she didn’t know how to handle them.
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