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“Don’t you want to know how my night went baby? You’re being awfully rude tonight,” Colin said, tilting his head at her. His thick forearms rippled as he raised his arm to grasp his cigar, flicking it off to the side where he had an ashtray for it.
He absolutely relished her shocked stare.
“I-I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to come across rude, Colin,” Olivia said, her heart almost choking her words. That magnetic feeling sizzled between them, and the slow flame that was already there burned brighter as he fed the inferno with his casual assessment of her.
“Oh no baby, you’re not allowed to use my name. But you know that, right?” he chuckled darkly at her. “You call me Sir, don’t you remember?” his voice caressed over her like butter.
“Oh, sir. I’m so sorry, sir,” she said, sarcasm dripping heavily with her tone. “How was your night, sir?” she said in a little princess voice, causing him to flash her his dangerously dazzling smile. The first real one he’d felt since the accident.
Colin pushed off the pool table and came to her, slightly to her side and stood still next to her, not touching her. She shivered, feeling the danger seep off of him in waves. He stared ahead of him, not even blessing her with his gaze. Taking a deep draw on his cigar, he sighed low in his chest.
“I think it goes without saying that you already know I can more than fuck the sass out of you so…. how’s that pussy baby?” he asked, taking another drag of his cigar before turning his face slightly and regarding her closely, his eyes dark, slightly frightening in his intensity.
Olivia inhaled sharply and recoiled slightly at the heat she found in the depths, suddenly overwhelmed. The simple question pierced deep into her brain and her eyes widened.
Colin reached out quickly and easily grasped Olivia by her arm and held her still. His physical warmth sank in, grounding her.
“Answer the question. It’s a very simple one. How is it? Is it good?” he asked.
“It h-hurts,” she stammered around the lump in her throat. Looking to the side she froze, feeling slightly lightheaded at the ice floating in the pool. He caught the direction of her gaze and turned his eyes to her. Always concerned with her emotions first.
“Is the ice in the pool going to bother you baby?” he asked softly, not wanting to traumatize her. The last time she’d been in a cold pool was during Allison’s accident.
Olivia shook her head no slowly. Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted, needing to jump in. To quench this hot feeling that he was making her suffer through.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked. Her voice quivered, coming out as a whisper. He smiled, almost pityingly. He suddenly moved slowly to face her back, taking his hands and slowly tugging the zipper of her dress down her back, peeling the fabric away from her body.
He ignored her question for a moment.
“Why does your pussy hurt? What have you been doing to it?” Colin said softly from behind her, admiring her flawless skin, the shape of her neck and shoulder, which suddenly shrugged up at his question.
He embarrassed her.
Colin pushed her dress down her beautiful arms, watching as it wisped away from her body.
“It’s so hot,” Olivia whimpered, feeling like she could fall through the floor. A sob hitched in her throat as he unclasped her bra next. She was so turned on it scared her. She briefly turned her face to try and find him in her peripherals, so he stepped slightly to the side, facing her and giving her the comfort she needed.
“It’s cool down here, sweetie,” he said softly, tapping her legs to have her step out of her dress. He tossed it and her bra to the side, leaving her in her heels.
Olivia jerked when he suddenly placed his warm big hand against her belly and pressed hard, molding her back to his front. She whimpered at the feel of his big erection against her bottom, and he began to move them in time to the music. Making her gyrate her hips, he stepped them to the beat of the music, the speakers playing a dangerous beat wreaking havoc on her senses.
“Phil Collins In The Air Tonight. A classic,” Colin said to her, his lips close to her ears as the man’s voice suddenly sang to the opening sound of the snare.
He turned her suddenly, and he pressed close, one arm splayed on her lower back, keeping her flush against his strong hips and thighs. He kept his hand holding his cigar free and would take a drag occasionally, just enjoying slow dancing with her and his cigar. She suddenly flushed, feeling vulnerable. The stark intimacy feeling like he was splitting her open slowly, painfully.
A tear slipped down Olivia’s cheek. Her vagina had swelled and tightened painfully, and she was about to scream she needed release so badly.
He ignored her and continued to move them, almost imitating sex with her, him still fully in his clothes. Olivia felt so exposed with no clothes, while he just manipulated her to the music, the lyrics causing damage as he met her gaze while they turned and swayed. He expertly careened them around the basement floor, his body doing incredible things to her imagination.
Colin turned her once more, walking her to the pool table where he held his computer.
“Kick off your heels,” he said as he leaned from around her, pressing slightly into her back and using the same hand holding the cigar to wake his screen up and tap some buttons. She lowered herself on her feet, heels off. She jerked and gasped as she heard raunchy moaning, slapping sounds, groaning, the sounds of hard sex coming from the speakers within the large area and she jerked in earnest as it sunk in what was happening.
The man was playing porn.
Oh dear Lord, Olivia thought to herself, feeling like she’d just caught on fire she was so embarrassed.
“Col-“ she hissed painfully as he suddenly gripped the hair at her scalp in warning. “Sir,” she corrected herself. She squeezed her eyes shut.
