Chapter 51: Say It

OLLIE

My hands went to his zipper, feeling his member in my hands, giving him what he needed.

“I will teach you today how to touch a man properly,” he spat.

He put his hand above mine, closing it tight. Too tight.

“When you grab me, do it with this exact pressure.”

My hands shook as I followed his directions.

My small hands moved diligently up and down his length.

“Yes, Olivia. Yes. With that wrist motion.” He laughed as he watched me and caressed my hair before pulling it tightly so I looked into his eyes.

“You are doing so well. I am going to fuck you so right. I’m going to fuck you, my cute little whore,” he promised. “Open your mouth.”

This was so wrong. When did I become so stupid?

I wanted the sweet Darius, the one who kissed me, the one who called me baby.

It was a struggle managing the battle between my rational mind and my miserable heart, telling me to do different things and suffocating me to the point of desperation.

Whatever this was, it was all that was left.

I decided to ignore what he’d said.

He was being mean because he was hurt.

I huffed impatiently, feeling him get harder and harder under my touch.

I wanted to make him happy, even if it meant crossing the line.

So I opened my mouth.

~Olivia, whatever you do, don’t cry on his cock.~

“Now put your lips on my tip and swirl your tongue for me, pet.”

He savored those last words, making me so angry.

Whore? Pet? I bared my teeth.

He pulled my hair so strongly that I gasped in pain.

“Bad! Let me teach you.” He pulled my hair tighter, almost primal. “You will suck until I say it’s enough. ~No teeth this time,” he warned.

Breathing unevenly, I took him in my mouth while he watched me intensely.

It made me on edge when he inspected me. Like he was figuring out what to do with me. Like he still was deciding.

I licked and sucked and did what he asked, swirling my tongue on his tip.

“Fuck,” he muttered, closing his eyes, pulling my head forward, sliding his shaft in and out.

He grunted softly, sending a jolt of pleasure to my core, and I moaned against his hardness.

I watched him through parted eyes and saw he had his eyes closed.

He was so tense and so angry, and when he opened them again, all the desire and destruction I found in them shocked me.

“Faster,” he ordered.

I needed a release, and so did he, so I obliged, trying my best to give him pleasure.

I wanted him to know how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. How sorry I was for what I did.

I let him guide me, let him do with me as he pleased while he pushed my head with his hands to his cock.

“Hold your breath,” he grunted.

My throat hurt, and I needed to breathe.

My hands tried to push him back, but he already had my hair in his grip, keeping me in place.

He choked me with his shaft and held me there for some seconds, then he pulled out so I could gasp for air.

Then he repeated it, but I couldn’t think.

I was lost in tears, lust, and whatever this was.

Whatever remained. This moment. It was all that was left.

“You betrayed me.” He caressed my hair softly as he watched my eyes, then cupped my face harder.

I saw there was no more softness in him, only control and anger.

“Why did you betray me?”

~You wouldn’t understand.~

“It wasn’t about you,” I said.

He pressed his hands on my neck lightly, keeping me exactly where he wanted.

~It was about me. ~Why couldn’t I say it? Say how selfish I was?~

“What you did is unforgivable.” He brought his face closer.

His eyes watched me differently.

I felt lightheaded, and what was worse, I couldn’t stop the tears.

“I could have given you the world, Olivia. If only you asked.”

“Da-a-rius…” I panicked as he choked me.

My hands went straight to his hands, but he didn’t flinch, only watched me coldly.

“Don’t be so sad. I’ll show you how to cry in pleasure.” He released me.

I sank to the floor on my knees and looked up.

My heart shrank. He had never been this mean to me.

“Now. Bend over, hands on the bed,” he ordered.

I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even continue crying.

It was pointless. This was definitely our last time together.

I would deal with myself later, but now… Now I just needed to have him, even when it was twisted.

I was beyond repair.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave?” he asked for consent.

~Tell him to go.~

“Depends. Are you going to whip me?” I wiped the tears from my cheek, breathing in.

He laughed and knelt behind me.

“Why? Do you want me to punish you?”

“No,” I muttered.

Maybe I was becoming soulless like him.

“But you know you deserved to be punished, don’t you?” He squeezed my ass, hard.

I suppressed a moan, not knowing what to answer.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave, Olivia?” he repeated.

“Yes. I want you.” I turned to face the bed, giving him my back as he’d asked.

I was so lost. All I needed was him. All I needed was his forgiveness.

Maybe fucking him would bring me redemption.

Who knew? I was willing to find out.

He pressed his body to mine and guided me forward, placing my hands at the top of the bed.

“I want you to stay like this,” he instructed softly, turning my head. “Let me see your face like this one last time.” He brushed a tear from my red cheek. “So innocent.”

Why was he so sweet when I did what he wanted?

He pulled my jeans down, leaving me in my panties, and then he bit one of my butt cheeks so savagely that I couldn’t hold it anymore.

I desired him more than ever.

I moaned, arching my back while he squeezed my ass to the line between pain and pleasure.

“I am starting to think you like it when I treat you like a whore. Are you ready to become my little slut?” He bit my other butt cheek, and I went nuts, my body acting on its own accord.

“No,” I said firmly, but I knew what he meant.

A slut for the money, and it hurt. It was never about the money.

“No?” He caressed my butt and then pushed one of his fingers inside me. “Then why are you so wet?”

“Fuck,” I murmured, shutting my eyes, feeling him add a second finger and curl them. ~Fucking Darius and his games!~

“You don’t deserve this pleasure,” I heard him say as he unzipped his pants. “But I am going to give it to you anyway.”

“Now let me fuck you right, like I promised.” A slapping sound made me turn around to see him smacking his cock against his hand. I blushed red.

He was so sexual. So confident and primal.

“Scared, little pet?” he purred. His dick looked so hard against his palm that I swallowed nervously. “You should, because I don’t feel guilty anymore about what I’m going to do to you.”

Do to me? What was he planning? My heart dropped.

“Four rounds as my slut, Olivia. Let’s see how you do with one.” He rolled a condom onto his tip.

~Fucking hell.~

He entered me slowly, to the hilt. I gasped. It was too much pleasure to take in so quickly.

I was gasping, grabbing the sheets with my hands, looking for anything to hold on to, but it wasn’t enough.

“When I’m done with you, Olivia, there will be no coming back for you,” he laughed as I began to tremble.

My pussy reacted to him, to this glory, while he thrust slowly and strong and deeply. Too deep.

I was losing my mind. “You will take me, and you will scream, and it will change you.”

He pressed my face to the mattress, pulling out of me, then pushed himself back into me, grabbing my hips firmly.

I moaned harder, but I felt incomplete. All I wanted was to hold him, to kiss him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

I was about to come, and he knew it.

“No. You will come on my dick when you tell me what I want to hear.”

He spread my legs and began sucking my pussy so deliciously.

I came in his mouth, completely shattered.

“One,” he said, gliding his tongue in and out of me. He wanted more.

I wanted his dick again and he knew it. A deep moan escaped my lips, letting him know I was so ready to continue.

“Darius!” I screamed as he laughed.

My hips hung heavily on his arms as he ate me. The blood was rushing to my head from being suspended.

I could never be the same after this. He was making me his. Twisted and changed.

He was changing me.

“Tell me you are my slut.”

I wouldn’t do that, but he continued, and I had no more shame left. Not when he started sucking again.

“Oh, please,” I begged.

“Say it.”

“I won’t say it.”

“But your pussy already does. Your pussy already knows it’s my slut.” He continued what he was doing.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t control it, and when he licked me again I lost it.

I was more than undone. I really was his to do what he wanted. I had no resistance left in me whatsoever.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” he demanded, swirling his tongue on my clit.

I knew he would reward me if I said it. So I did.

I shouted it at him.

“I’m your slut!” I cried, so lost and so wild I couldn’t take it anymore when he sucked on my pussy, making me come on a high I didn’t think I could ride.

“That’s right.” He pulled my body down so my knees touched the mattress again.

I couldn’t continue this. I felt numb, relaxed, fucked. Done.

Melted on the honey feeling of being fucked right.

“My slut,” he said with pride, digging his cock into me so roughly I panted. “Mine to take.”

He moved, giving me no break, and I swallowed hard.

“Slower,” I panted. I was feeling him too harshly. “Please.”

“No.” My head was pressed against the mattress as he continued pounding me. My pussy clenched to his cock.

My face was so red and hot. “Let go, Olivia,” he commanded.

“I don’t think I can take it anymore.”

“You can, and you will.” He continued taking me so hard that I whimpered. “Surrender to me.”

I did my best to relax, breathing in. Feeling how he took me without mercy.

“That’s it,” he praised me, and ~fuck.~ My toes curled, and I sighed in surprise as another wave of pleasure crashed into me.

“Already three, so fast. I’m afraid I sucked dry any innocence you had left, my little slut. Next time you blush, and every time you blush after today, it will be because of how wet you are for me.”

I tried turning my head, looking for his eyes, but he held my head against the mattress.

“I want to see your face,” I begged, but he ignored me.

“Darius, please let me see you,” I said again, trying to make a connection, but he continued what he was doing. Each movement hard and precise, executioner style.

He wasn’t laughing anymore. He was panting hard while he pounded me.

His nails dug painfully into my ass as he controlled each movement.

Darius Rothschild was fucking me like his whore, and I liked it.

“You were never rare,” he said between ragged breaths. “Just a common whore.”

~That is what he thinks of me.~ My heart shrank. I felt his pain in my chest.

He was hurting. I’d hurt him, and now he wanted to hurt me back too.

And somehow, deep down, a part of me felt like I deserved this.

Tears began to pour from my eyes while I moaned in a mix of pleasure and sadness.

He fucked me hard and pressed his palm to my back, keeping me firm on the bed.

Once he was done, he held me in his arms as I cried, my head still pressed to the mattress.

Still, I could feel his arms hugging me. His body lay on my back like ashes after a fire.

Nothing more to do, nothing more to say.

“I am so sorry that I hurt you,” I sobbed, hiding my face in the sheets. This was it. The goodbye.

“Another beautiful lie,” he said slowly against my neck.

I shuddered, not ready to swallow the pain of his words, while he placed a soft feather kiss.

The silence grew cold and merciless around us as something in him shifted.

I was in danger, and his lips were closer to my ear.

“I will destroy you, Olivia Summer.” His soft, icy tone sent a chill down my spine.

He stood, zipping his pants, and left the room.