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The lace looked even more delicate in his powerful hands, and he let himself imagine ripping them off her body slowly. At four hundred dollars a set, it’d do much to take him over the edge sexually, buying her something expensive just to rip it off.
To prove to her that he could afford it, afford her if he so chose to.
He'd never tell her how much her things cost. She’d never let him tear it off her if she knew, it’d have to be his secret. She cautiously walked a few feet to him and reached out and grabbed a white tank top with spaghetti straps and matching light sweatpants, gasping at the buttery feel of the material.
Olivia held the fabric to her face, rubbing the soft material on her cheek, she closed her eyes and cooed at the whisper soft feeling sliding against her skin.
He held his breath against the painful tightening his dick did at the sound. Slowly, as if she was scared to move too fast around him, she reopened the intimate drawer and saw there was no cotton anything inside. He grinned slyly.
No cotton for you, senorita, he thought gleefully.
“There’s no…comfier…undergarments?” she asked hesitantly.
“No, I didn’t instruct her to get any. For the most part, I’ll want you with no panties. There might be the rare occasion where I’ll like you to walk around in lace. That’s what this is for,” Colin rumbled in his deep voice, reaching out to brush her hair behind her shoulder. He relaxed his hand on the back of her neck.
“Oh,” Olivia’s cheeks went bright red and her eyes looked down fast.
“Does this bother you? Can you not wear lace? You were wearing a lace bra the night of our date,” Colin asked, tilting his head and staring at her. His thumb rubbed gently on her nape. The movement served to comfort her, like they weren’t discussing something he could tell she felt incredibly embarrassed about.
Though he wasn’t sure why, panties were panties.
“I-I can. It’s just…on the days I have my period, I’ll want something more comfortable, please,” Olivia's eyes practically glued themselves onto the drawer in front of her.
The thought of giving her a mind-numbing orgasm while her body is its most sensitive. Oh my God. Would she cry? I need her to cry when I fuck her. I want her wrecked from the inside out, Colin inhaled sharply, and adjusted his stance slightly. In pain.
“Of course, and about that… are you comfortable with period sex?” Colin looked at her curiously, his thumb still caressing away. As if he didn’t just ask the most embarrassing thing in the world.
Olivia’s lips quivered as she suddenly gasped and she quickly rolled her lips as her face turned an even brighter shade of red, her breath audibly caught in her chest. Her shoulders shrugged up hard and he added the simple movement to the ever increasing mental note he’d been keeping on her. Highlighting that this was a serious tell of hers.
Colin heard the crinkling of the cardboard as Olivia pressed the box harder into her stomach. The stress of the day weighing on her. Her eyes closed briefly, as if that would save her from him.
Her big bad wolf.
“I-i-i d-don’t kn-I really need a shower, Colin. Is that ok?” her voice sounded hoarse as it scraped through her windpipe.
I need to hear that sound as I rim her ass. Specifically. I want to hear her stutter my name just. like. that, he took a deep breath. Willing his steely control to remain iron tight.
Colin closed the drawer quietly and turned to face her, his eyes falling to her shoe box, still clutched tightly against her stomach. His chocolate eyes met hers briefly before he turned and opened a dark green cabinet door underneath the island. Exposing another door that he pressed lightly to release a latch and opened that as well, revealing a black safe hidden within the doors.
She watched as he quickly entered a code and the safe unlatched.
He held out his hand for her shoebox, turning his head to look up at her.
Olivia paused for what felt like an eternity, her fingers digging into her box. Her hesitation betraying she didn’t want to give whatever she was holding over to him.
Colin's fingers twitched as he waited her out. He struggled to keep his expression neutral as his muscles tightened with barely restrained irritation. He wouldn't have it, he meant to start the way he planned to continue.
He waited for a few heartbeats before standing back up and closing the distance between them. Her eyes stayed trained on his chest, refusing to meet his. Colin took the wineglass out of her hand and placed it on the island countertop.
Olivia took a tiny step back, and he worked to soften his features. He didn’t want her afraid of him.
“Look at me Olivia,” he ordered softly, placing his hand against the side of her soft face. She slowly looked up at him, and he grinned at her wickedly, seeing a flush start in her cheeks.
“If there’s a sex toy in there, maybe we should move it to the nightstand instead?” he teased quietly. He smiled wide when she blushed even deeper as she shuffled from foot to foot.
Lowering his hand he grabbed the shoebox with one hand and began to pull. Olivia pulled back and his eyes narrowed in displeasure. He stepped slightly to the side and then walked a step towards her and backed her up against the island trapping her.
Olivia worked hard at attempting to control her ragged breathing, her eyes stayed trained on his chest.
