Chapter 101

Ollie’s POV

That night, in my room, I have a small buzz, the rum drink still pulsing through my veins. But the anticipation of what is to come has me feeling sober, a nervous mix of excited and nervous.

I can’t sit still, and keep pacing the small space between the dresser and the door at the foot of the bed, waiting for Declan to arrive.

It’s almost midnight and there’s still no sign of him. I’m starting to wonder if he just likes making me wait, or if something else came up tonight and he has no intention of visiting me at all.

Before disappointment can take root inside of me though, the door knob turns and the door opens. Declan enters my room without even knocking, let alone asking for permission.

I suppose, in moments like these, he doesn’t need to ask. When we are together like this, he is my Master, my Sir, and me? Well, I’m his…

“Why aren’t you naked, slut?” he says, his voice harsh. “Did I not make myself clear? Did I not tell you to be ready tonight?”

I’m still wearing my clothes, my sun dress and my bra and panties. He glares at them with clear distain.

“Take them off. Now.”

I scramble, hurrying to remove my clothes. I move so quickly that I don’t allow myself the time to feel any embarrassment. At least, not until I’m actually naked and standing before him, while he is fully clothed and taking his fill.

“Now,” he says, “On the bed.”

I oblige at once, moving to the mattress.

“Don’t move,” he says, and starts loosening his tie. He tosses it down on the bed. Then he takes off his jacket and drapes it on the chair. As he starts to unbutton his shirt, I lean up a little for a better view. “Didn’t I tell you not to move?”

I freeze, then fall back against the pillow once more. Still, I try to peek down, to see him.

He clucks his tongue and tells me, “Close your eyes.”

“But –”

“If you were thinking of saying anything but yes, Sir, you should think again,” he says firmly.

I close my mouth.

“Well?” he prompts.

Swallowing thickly, I say, “Yes, Sir.”

He grunts, and I know he’s not totally satisfied.

“I don’t trust you not to look,” he says.

“I won’t, I swear.”

“I don’t believe you,” he says, and I whimper.

With my eyes closed, I can’t see him, but I can hear him coming closer. His footsteps on the floor, the way the fabric of his pants shift.

Then, he lowers a strip of fabric over my eyes, totally blocking the eyeholes of my mask. Is that… his tie?

“Lift your head,” he says.

I do, and he ties a knot in the back of my blindfold, ensuring it won’t come loose.

“Your punishment for disobeying me and not being ready is that you do not get to see me.”

I pout a little, pressing out my bottom lip.

“You brought this upon yourself.”

I hear more shifting of clothing. I can imagine him undressing. I wonder if he is looking at me as he does so, imagining what he is going to do to me. The thoughts make me shiver and squirm, as much as I try to stay still.

“You are being very disobedient tonight,” he says.

“I’m sorry…”

“What do you call me?”

“Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He hums. Then, I feel a dip on the bed. His heat nearly overwhelms me as he crawls over me. He’s not touching me yet, but I know he’s there.

I spread my thighs wide, already wet in anticipation of his touch…

“You think you deserve my dick after how you’ve been acting tonight? Like a brat?”

I whimper.

“Beg,” he says. “If you want this dick, you need to beg me for it.”

“Please, Sir. Please…”

“Please, what? Use your words, slut.”

“Please…. Sir… I want your dick. I want it inside of me… Please!”

Without warning, he touches two fingers to my clit, tracing rough circles over it, nearly making me jump from the bed. Before I could recover from that, or the way it made me wet, he lined up his dick to my entrance and plunged inside in one long, hard stroke.

My back bowed. I clawed at the pillows behind me.

His thrusts were relentless, slamming me down into the mattress again and again. His hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging in.

“Does it feel good, slut? Do you like your master’s dick?”

“Yes!” I cry, thrashing my head back and forth. “Gods, yes! So good, Sir! So good!”

He pushes me right up to the edge, fucking me in earnest, his pace never slowing, not even as I cum so hard my entire body quivers. He must feel it, but he doesn’t slow. He keeps pumping into me.

I wish I could see him. I hate that I can’t.

All I can feel is his dick and his hands, and occasionally his balls as they slap the meat of my ass.

But there’s something sensual about this, as if my feelings of touch are heightened in the absence of my vision.

Everything feels so much… more.

As he fucks me, he lifts my hips so that he can bring a hand back and smack me on the ass.

It stings, but the pleasure-pain of it pushes me right over the edge again.

This time, I scream, “Declan!”

Still, he doesn’t cease, continuing to fuck me.

“It’s too much… ah! It’s… ah!”

“You can take it,” he growls. His own voice is wrecked now.

I can, and I want to. The pleasure is so intense, my body instinctively shies from it, but if I force myself here, present in this moment.

Another crash falls over me, even harder than the last.

This time, body shaking, I pass out.

When I wake up, I’m wrapped in Declan’s arms, the blindfold gone, as he gently kisses my shoulder. Not leaving marks, just a comforting touch.

“Declan?”

“I hope I wasn’t too rough with you,” he says.

“No,” I reply quickly. “I like it. I like all that we do…”

He hums and holds me tighter. His kisses move to my neck.

“It’s still night yet,” he says. “Get some sleep.”

My eyelids are heavy, but I worry if I fall asleep, he will be gone when I wake up again.

“Will you stay?” I ask. I don’t want to miss a minute during this trip, not one second of time we could be spending together. Not even time spent asleep beside him.

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply.

He hums. “Then I’ll stay.”

It can’t be as simple as all that, yet I can feel him shifting behind me, settling in like he’s making himself comfortable for the night.

My eyelids drop and I close them as I rest back down on the pillow.

When I wake again, with the morning light creeping in the blinds, I’m surprised to find that Declan’s arm is still wrapped around my waist.

He had stayed.

Gods… he actually listened to me. He listened to what I wanted and he stayed.

If only this could last forever.

If only this trip didn’t have to end…