Page 61 of The Pain We Allow

“Well, we had a life before that love. Joining the marines was the best thing I could have ever done for myself, at the time. Jonathan and I actually joined together; he was in the torture division. Super top-secret confidential stuff. I just got out later than him. I enjoyed it too much to want to quit. Jonathan was busy building a car brand and wanted to take me along for the ride. No pun intended.” He gave her a cheeky grin. “I must say, I’m glad I listened. I owe a lot to him,” he said, sipping deeply. “Now, put some more on my plate, wife! You’ve really worked up my appetite,” he said, his eyes becoming hooded with renewed desire as he leaned back deeper in his chair, eyeing her appreciatively.

Olivia smiled mischievously as she stood up and leaned over to twirl some more pasta on the serving spoon and put it on his plate. She picked more chicken, veggies, and sauce to top it and replaced the cutlery. Turning to sit back in her seat, she let out a surprised gasp when he grabbed her by her waist and jerked her back to him roughly.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, staring up at her dangerously. His hand gripped her buttock tightly.

“Nothing, I just find that I love serving you, Colin,” she whispered down at him as he nuzzled her robe apart at her breasts. She inhaled in pleasure as he found her nipple with his hot tongue and sucked it into his mouth. He spent a minute nipping her with his teeth and sucking softly before pulling back. Her robe had gaped open, one round breast bared with a dark pink nipple wet from his lips, teasing him, driving him crazy. He plumped her breast with his hand.

“Say it again, except this time with the name I prefer,” Colin whispered up at her as his tongue lashed out at her nipple before his teeth grabbed it and tugged.

“I love serving you, sir,” Olivia said shakily, his teeth rolling her nipple and making her juices slick down her thigh.

Oh God, why do I like this so much? She lamented. Letting go of her with an audible pop, Colin’s nostrils flared as his eyes flashed, his expression looking almost angry. Her face paled.

“Down!” he snarled, pushing her roughly to her knees.

Olivia’s mind raced nervously.

Colin tore open the ties to his silk bottoms and yanked his dick out. Her mouth instantly flooded with moisture. He was hard again. How he maintained this level of stamina she’d never know. She whimpered at the sight of his thick flesh in his hand, the veins in his hand and arms protruding deliciously underneath his black tattoos that encased almost the entirety of his arm. He pumped his fist roughly, a drop of precum settling on the tip.

“This is your fault,” he said, leaning forward and grasping her jaw, prying it open with a finger, then hooking his thumb around her bottom teeth before pulling her to him. “Now, I don’t want to take your pussy again because I know you’re tender, but you will open your mouth and do as I say. Suck it. All the way Olivia. Don’t fuck with me,” he hissed, his control clearly gone for not the first time today.

She whimpered, desire deep down in her belly making her hot, she tore at her robe, baring herself from the waist up as she dropped her mouth over him, tasting his clean musk that was uniquely him. His scent and taste made her damn near feral.

Olivia moaned as she rose off him and leaned forward, her tongue lashing along his fingers, licking up his knuckles. She found a vein and licked it all the way up his arm, across his shoulder, and up his neck before ending with a little nibble on his earlobe.

“You taste like my dirtiest fucking wet dream come true. You want to come in my wet, hot, mouth baby? I think you deserve it from beating my cunt up so well over the last couple days. You want to come down my throat like a good boy?” Olivia whispered with a little giggle before sealing the words inside his ear with a little kiss.

She squealed as he snatched her by her hair and slammed her mouth down on his cock with a growl that echoed throughout the dining room. He scooted the chair back with his harsh movement, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor loud in her ears, her eyes watering as he shoved her down on several inches of his cock.

“Oh God,” she mumbled around his thickness, earning herself several more inches of cock into her mouth as he pressed hard against the ring of her throat. She gagged and he let up, cupping the back of her head tightly. Breathing deeply, she pulled back before flicking the tip of his erection several times and then lowering. She repeated this process before she relaxed her gag reflex and took him past the ring in her throat. She froze in shock before screaming around him. He’d thickened even further. She wiggled on top of him, struggling to control it.

“Stop and breathe, my love. Concentrate,” he gritted above her, his scent sharpened in her nose as he broke out in a sweat.

She paused, her breath coming out hot and fast through her nose. Her eyes were wet, and she realized how messy she was being. She was startled as he suddenly pressed a napkin to her nose, collecting her tears and snot.

“I know you don’t like that, so now you can stop worrying about it and take me the rest of the way inside so I can fuck your mouth the way I need to,” he said in his deep voice. He hissed, throwing his head back as she suddenly lowered more, pressing her nose into the crisp hairs of his pelvic. After a few seconds, she began to bob, making greedy sounds. She hummed deep in her throat and felt his thighs tighten in response.

“You’re such a good little slut. My baby,” he said hoarsely above her, his hands went to hers and gripped, showing her that he was right there with her. Affected by his words, she sucked hard on an upswing, and he made a deep growling sound before thickening even further in her mouth.

That sound was her undoing. Olivia pulled all the way off of him and ignored the exclamation of surprise and his order to get back on her knees. She threw herself at him, tackling him so hard that the chair tipped over and dumped them both on the floor. Turning fast, she righted herself and pulled herself up by the table.

“Olivia, get back here!” he snarled as he pushed to his feet himself, like a predator. She sidestepped quickly, hurriedly putting him where she was with her back to the gleaming cherry wood table. They assessed each other greedily. Olivia moved first, throwing her body through the air making him stumble back into the table. She crawled up his body and slapped him sharply across the face, stunning him momentarily before she reached over and took her empty wine glass and broke it, taking the sharp stem and suddenly placing it against his neck.

They stared at each other wildly. He let out a dark chuckle, completely unconcerned with her actions and placed his hands behind his head, relaxing as if he didn’t have a sharp wine stem at his jugular.

“Tell me, baby, what’s wrong?” he goaded, rolling his hips tightly into hers. She straddled his lap, her robe had gotten in between them so they weren’t touching skin to skin.

“I don’t want you to come in my mouth, I want you to… to..” she couldn’t say it. Her eyes narrowed at him as she struggled mentally. She pressed the stem harder into his neck but still he didn’t react.

He tilted his head as all the air seemed to leave the room, leaving her panting.

“All you have to do is say my name. You know this, Olivia,” he whispered. “So ask me nicely, with my name attached to the request, and tell me what you really want. And I will deliver. Oh and this had better be good for you to lose your fucking mind the way you just did, you’ve got a piece of glass in my neck. So if it’s not good, you better fake it till you make it baby,” his words came out stern, he bared his teeth at her in a feral smile. Ready to pounce, but holding himself back, needing her to tell him what she wanted, needing her to trust him again.

“I want you to fuck me like a whore.”

“Noted.”

“And I want you to…to…” she whispered, words failing her.

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