Forbidden Love Series (SubmissiveRomance) Complete Collection (9 page)

“Yeah,” she moaned and began to move in rhythm with him again.

“Oh, God, Olivia.” He was overcome with so much emotion in that moment it threatened to choke him. He wanted to shout that he loved her. He wanted to scream to the world that she was his and his alone. Instead, he claimed her mouth, kissing her slowly, fucking her the same way. “No one but me will ever see you like this. Do you hear me? No one. You’re mine!”

“Yes.” She nodded and kissed him again.

He had no idea where this possessiveness came from. There had been plenty of women in the past. He’d train them, enjoy them, even have feelings for them, but he’d always release them to go find a Master. Olivia was different though. He’d known the moment he’d seen her that he had to have
her, that he had to train her, and then keep her for himself. She bore down on him, rotating her hips in a circular motion. His stomach clenched as he thrust up into her, burying his cock all the way inside of her. The wet heat of her pussy enveloped him, burned him, made him want to come so hard he’d pass out from the pleasure. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex without a condom, and he’d forgotten just how amazing it felt.

Dean squeezed her ass checks, spread them, and plunged deeper into her. “Shit, baby, yeah, that’s it. Make it feel good.” He arched his neck and closed his eyes, luxuriating in the ecstasy of her body. Still, he wanted more. He wanted to give her more. “Tell me what you want, Olivia. Tell me what I can do to make you feel good, baby.”

“Kiss me.” She moaned when his lips landed on hers, then again when he ran his finger down her crack, circling her forbidden entrance. “I want to feel you come inside of me.” Her voice was so low and needy he didn’t know if he’d heard her correctly.

He groaned. “Baby, I…” Yeah, he wanted to be inside of her without a condom, but he hadn’t planned on coming inside of her. “Are you sure?” The thought of releasing into her, of marking her in the most intimate way possible was tempting. He was hard pressed to say no, so he wanted to be sure that it’s definitely what she wanted.

“Yeah, I want to feel you like that, Dean.”

“You’re going to kill me,” he said. He knew he was clean, and based on her lack of sexual experience, he guessed she was clean, too. That was probably a discussion they should’ve had prior to doing this, but it was too late now.

“I’m on birth control,” she whispered.

That eased his concerns enough for him to just let go, to lose himself and drown in her body and the intense emotions coursing between them. Moments later, he felt Olivia tightening around him, which was much more intense without a condom, and he swelled. Before either of them started to orgasm, he knew it was going to rock his world unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. Dean wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to lose a second of contact. “I love you, Olivia.” He had no idea why he’d chosen to say that right now, but it just felt like the right time. He needed her to know how serious he was about her, about them.

“I love you, too, Dean.”

He closed his eyes and held her close. Those were words he hadn’t expected to hear from her – at least not yet anyway. But she’d said them and that’s all that mattered. From this point forward, they belonged to each other and if he had his way, nothing would ever change that. Seconds later, she came apart in his arms, writhing and moaning through her orgasm, showering his sensitive cock with her release. Then he jerked inside of her and spilled his seed, forever marking her as his.

“Wow.” She laughed, burying her face in his neck. “Will it always be this good?” she asked.

“No.” He stroked her hair, loving how she felt in his arms. “It will only get better.”

Olivia laughed again. “You’re kind of cocky, you know that?”

It was his turn to laugh. “I’m confident. There’s a difference.”

“Right.” She lifted her head and looked at him. His heart constricted at the emotion he saw in her eyes. He still couldn’t believe she’d confessed her love. It was like a dream come true.

He smiled. “Will you go to the club with me tonight?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Nothing you won’t like. I promise.” He kissed her quickly on the lips. “But I do have something planned, and for it to work, I need you to meet me there. Nine o’clock, not a moment sooner or later. Can you do that?”

A slow smile spread across her beautiful face. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good. Oh, and where that outfit you were wearing the first night we met.”

Olivia cocked her head and gave him an odd look. “Okay, now I’m really curious.”

Dean laughed. “Good, at least I know you’ll be there.”

“Of course I’ll be there. Why wouldn’t I?”

He shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t know. Maybe you’ll change your mind about me after I leave.”

“Who says I’m going to let you leave?”

“I like the way you think.”

***

Olivia sat inside Allegiant. As Dean requested, she sat at the end of the bar, wearing the same short skirt she’d worn the very first time she’d been there. She was even sipping the same drink. No matter how hard she begged and pleaded this afternoon, Dean would not tell her what he had planned. Her excitement was hard to contain.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.” The sound of Master Steve’s voice ruined her good mood.  He sat on the bar stool next to her, and leaned over to get a closer look at her. “Still no collar, I see.”

Her stomach did somersaults as she glanced around looking for Dean. Why wasn’t he here yet? He said nine o’clock exactly. It was now five after nine. She smiled politely and took another drink.

Master Steve reached over and subtly grazed his fingers up her arm. She flinched away. “So, are you finished with your training? I’d really like to make you my submissive, Olivia. We could have a lot of fun together.

Olivia cleared her throat. She knew she couldn’t be disrespectful to a Dom, but she really wanted to tell him to go fuck off. There was something very creepy about this man. “Um, no, Sir, I’m not finished with my training.” That wasn’t a lie. Dean was still training her, but he was training her for himself.

Steve laughed. “Sir?” He cocked a brow. “You’re learning well. Master Dean is an effective teacher, isn’t he?”

“Yes, sir. Master Dean is the best. He’s very kind.” She noticed the scowl that pulled at Steve’s mouth and the way his eyes darkened. That was odd.

“Oh, I see what’s happening.” Steve leaned back and smiled, swirling the ice in his glass, and then taking a slow sip. “You’re falling for your Master.”

Olivia took a calming breath. Steve acted so smug and superior. She really wanted to slap him. And where the hell was Dean? She didn’t know how much longer she could sit here next to Master Steve and listen to him. The smell of his cologne was making her sick.

“This isn’t the first time this has happened. Master Dean just has a way about him. All of his subs develop feelings for him.” Steve spun on the barstool so that he was facing her. “Let me give you some advice. Master Dean never takes a sub for himself. And as much as I hate to say it, to him, you’re not any different than the rest. You’d be better off to just lock away your emotions, finish your training, and find a Dom who will respect you.”

Her patience was shot and it was on the tip of her tongue to tell him just how wrong he was. Dean told her that he loved her, that he didn’t need anyone else as long as he had her, and that he would never allow another man to touch her. And she believed him – every single word. No matter what Steve said, Olivia knew it wasn’t true. She knew Steve was just trying to make Dean look bad so that she would agree to become his sub. Well, that wasn’t going to happen.

“I told Master Dean before, I’m interested in being your Dom. I still am.”

“Thank you, Master Steve, but…” From the corner of her eye, she caught site of Dean. Just like the first night they met, he was seated in an
arm chair, looking sexier than sin and dangerous as hell. Her heart raced at the sight of him.

Dean caught her gaze, smiled, and crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to come to him. Thank God! She turned to Master Steve and smiled. “Excuse me.” Olivia climbed off the bar stool and made her way toward Dean. Just like the first time, her heart was lodge in her throat and she was nervous. When she stopped in front of him, he patted his leg. She couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. Olivia licked her lips and sat on his lap.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.” It was obvious he was re-creating their first meeting. But she didn’t know why. In all truth, it didn’t matter why. It was sweet of him to do it and it was exciting.

“What’s your name?”

She laughed. Okay, this was now just silly. “Olivia.”

“Hmm…Olivia…I like how that rolls off my tongue.”

Her face warmed from her blush. He hadn’t said that the first night. “Thank you.”

“Come here.” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth down to his. The moment their lips touched, fire raged through her body. It never ceased to amaze her how much power he had over her and her body. A single touch or a swift kiss had the ability to ignite her passion to an unmanageable level.

When he released her, she gasped for breath. His kisses had that effect on her. Being here with him really was like that first time all over again. And then fear struck her. She wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. “Master Dean, there’s something I need to tell you.”

She watched the way he sensuously licked his lips and she hoped that what she was about to tell him wouldn’t change anything between them. The fact that she was going to be honest should account for something though.

“You know you can tell me anything, Olivia.”

Nodding, she said, “After all the success of my first article, my boss wanted to send me back in here to get information for an article written from the perspective of a Dom.”

Dean gave a curt nod of his head. “So, you’re here for another article?”

The tone of his voice frightened her. “No. I told Tracy if she wanted another article that she had to send someone else. I refused to betray you in that way.”

He cupped her cheek with his hand and smiled. “Thank you for being honest with me, Olivia, and for refusing to write another article. I know it’s your job and I can tell you’re really good at it, but I don’t want to have our personal lives broadcast any more than it already has been.” He winked.

“I agree.” She smiled.

“Good. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I think it’s time we get down to business.” He gave her a look that clearly said, present for me.

Olivia got off his lap and kneeled in front of him in the submissive position. With her head down, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could hear him just fine. First was the sound of his zipper being pulled down, and then some rustling movements.

“Look at me, baby.” His voice had deepened and she realized for the first time just how much she’d missed his Dom voice. It sent tingles through her body. She lifted her head to look at him, and she noticed he’d pulled his pants down his hips. His erection drew her attention from his face.  “Do you like looking at my hard cock?” he asked, wrapping his hand around the base of it.

“Yes, sir.” She hadn’t seen many in her life, but this was by far the nicest one she’d ever seen.

“Would you like to taste it?”

Her heart tripped several beats. “Yes, sir.”

“Hold your hair back so I can watch you.”

Olivia gathered her hair into her hand, and then lowered her head. She licked over the tip, and then down his length before sucking him all the way into her mouth. Dean’s thighs tensed and he inhaled sharply. She smiled around him, happy that she had the ability to give him such immense pleasure.

“Yeah, that’s it, Olivia. Suck my cock.” He lifted his hips, pushing himself further into her mouth. “Ah, yeah, feels so fucking good.”

She was so focused on Dean, on the feel of him in her mouth, on the moans and grunts of approval he was making, and on how aroused she was that she didn’t give a second thought to the fact that she was giving him a blow job in the middle of a club. Her peripheral vision allowed her to see people watching, but she didn’t care. It only aroused her more, made her panties even wetter than they already were. Dean’s gaze though, it was on her and it never wavered once. And then she felt someone behind her. She looked up at Dean, whose eyes had darkened.

“I’m sure Olivia would be more comfortable sitting on my lap while she did that,” Steve said with a laugh.

Her blood ran cold. Didn’t Steve get the point? She wasn’t interested in him and she’d bluntly told him so. The look Dean gave Steve was cold, feral, and if it could kill, Steve would be dead right now.

“Go away, Steve.” Dean’s voice sounded more like a growl than anything. “I’ve already told you, Olivia isn’t available.”

She stopped sucking on Dean and kept her head down, waiting and hoping that Steve would just leave them alone. Soon.

“She’s not collared,” Steve said.

“Not yet.” Dean’s voice was tight and he was clearly aggravated.

“You’ve always shared in the past. Why are you guarding this one so closely?”