One Night in His Custody (4 page)

“
What the fuck do you mean by that?” 
How dare he treat me like some terrified virgin?

“
That's not a criticism, Olivia. You aren't the first to have a problem with it, and you won't be the last.”

Her anger dissipated the instant she
realized Michael seemed disappointed in himself, not her. Didn't he know that she would do anything he asked? More than that, she wanted to. But her nerves had gotten the better of her. It wasn't that she didn't trust him. It was just that she no longer looked like she had all those years ago. Her skin was not as firm, her breasts not as pert. Her arse had held up, but she couldn't very well stand with her back to him the whole time, could she?

“
I don't have a problem.”

Olivia smiled and turned around before she could read his eyes and see his disbelief. If he didn't believe that she meant what she said and misread her self-consciousness, they'd be standing here all bloody night! She shrugged the robe from her shoulders and tossed it onto the bed. Taking a step towards the dresser, intent on following his instructions, she reached behind her to unhook her bra
, which she dropped to the floor then reached down to slide off her knickers.

“
Wait.”

Michael's command echoed off the walls although it was no more than a whisper. He crossed the room and
spun her into his arms, crushing his lips against hers in a kiss that caught her by surprise and made her lightheaded.

Olivia
realized in the part of her mind that was still able to focus on anything but his lips, that he had moved them nearer to the dresser at the edge of the room.

His mouth left hers
, and he clasped her shoulders to turn her around, sliding his palms down her biceps and along her forearms to guide her hands onto the dresser as he dropped a kiss on her nape.  “You don't know how much this means to me ... how long I've waited to be with you like this.”

Olivia found his gaze in the mirror on the wall above the dresser. 
“Show me.”

Michael's hands glided over her breasts, his palms barely grazing her nipples. His fingers slid
farther down her torso, tracing the shape of her body as they travelled over her heated flesh.  She felt the elastic of her knickers tighten and realized as his knuckles dug into her hips that he was wrapping them around his fist.  He tore them away and slid the flat of his palm down the crease of her backside, pushing his hand between her legs and nudging them further apart.  Olivia spread her thighs, eager for his touch. The second his fingers brushed across the throbbing nub of her clit, her knees gave way.

Michael wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her steady.

“Oh, God, Liv. You've been a dirty girl, haven't you?”  He chuckled against her ear. “Just how many times did you masturbate today?”

“
I ... I lost count.”  She tried to wriggle against his hand, to force him to rub her hard and fast and give her the orgasm she was sure she would die without.  Michael tightened his grip on her waist and pushed her into the dresser, stopping her frantic movements.  “I didn't let myself come. I swear, I didn't.”

“
I know you didn't.  Your clit is so swollen ... so plump and moist.”  Michael gave it a small tug, and Olivia felt a gush of moisture seep out of her as the walls of her pussy convulsed. “You want to come, don't you?”

“
Fuck, yes! Please, Michael. Please make me come...”

“
Soon, Liv.  You've just got to be good for a little while longer.”

Olivia gave a whimper of frustration and tried to thrust against his fingers
, but he held her so tightly that she couldn't move, so she closed her legs and squeezed his hand with the flesh of her thighs.  Michael pulled away, and Olivia searched him out in the mirror to see what he was doing. His hand went to a back pocket, and her breath stilled in her throat. When he raised it again, a small, velvet covered set of handcuffs dangled from a fingertip. Olivia's heart lurched with excitement, and she bit her lip to stop herself from doing something as nerdy as actually thanking him for bringing them.

“
I can see I'm gonna need a little help to keep you under control. Do you mind?”

She shook her head, still not prepared to risk speaking, and followed his instructions to put her hands behind her back. Michael pressed his weight against her, mimicking the position they'd been in last night when he'd pinned her against the police car. Olivia surrendered one arm easily but made him work for the other, tensing her muscles as he tried to pull it back. His fingers tightened around her wrist
, and she gave in when she feared her arm might break if she didn't.

“
It's best to warn you that I like it when you struggle. If you want me to stop doing something, then tell me. If you fight me, I'll take that as a sign you want me to be more forceful with you—which is something I don't have a problem with.” 

Olivia turned her face away from the mirror and smiled as she shoved her arse against his hips, knocking him slightly off balance. She held her breath, her heart pounding hard, as she waited to find out how he would react.

Michael slid his hand up her back, through the space between her body and her handcuffed wrists, lifting them as he moved higher and forcing her to lie down on the dresser top. He grabbed a handful of hair and used it to tilt her head to the side so her cheek lay against the cool, hard wood. Michael left her pinned there for a second with the warm night air tickling at her sensitive clit and her breasts dangling beneath her body, quivering in time with her labored breathing as her nipples ached for his touch. She couldn't see him anymore and couldn't move to look at him, so had no choice but to wait and see what he would do next.

The rough fabric of his trousers brushing against the cheeks of her arse told her something was about to happen
, and she tensed for his touch. His feet moved between hers and gently kicked at her ankles, forcing her to spread her legs wider.  The gentle tap on her engorged clit came without warning. Olivia hadn't known when he would touch her. She cried out his name and begged him to do it again.

He tapped it once more, sending a curious mixture of intense pleasure tinged with the slightest bit of pain tearing through her. She cried out again.

“Don't come until I tell you.”

Olivia squeezed her eyes tight shut and bit her lip, trying to will away the first, hard pulse of an impending orgasm. She didn't want to let him down
, but if he touched her again, she'd have no choice.

“
I can't ... Michael. I can't help it. Please let me come. Please.”

“
Not yet.  I'm not entirely convinced you've been punished enough for not following my instructions. Maybe you can convince me?”

“
Tell me what you want. I'll do it.”

“
Oh I know you will.”

She heard him open his zipper and jumped then gasped when the tip of his heavy cock slapped against her ass. 

“Don't move.”

Michael released his grip on her
, and she heard him tear open a packet.  He gave a quiet groan, and she tried to imagine how he would look as he slid the latex over his erection. Michael had been blessed with a big, beautiful penis if her memory served her well. Olivia had never seen it in the flesh, but she remembered all too well how it had felt pressed against her abdomen during one of their teenage hot and heavy make out sessions. More than once she'd tried to wrap her fingers around it, but he would never let her. That was usually when he had pulled away.

His fingers grazed across her buttocks as he let his thumbs follow the curve of her arse to spread her cheeks apart. Olivia trembled beneath him, sure he could see her pussy quivering in anticipation. Another trickle of moisture slid down her thigh
, and she held her breath as she felt the rough hairs on his legs tickling against her skin and she knew he would enter her soon.

The tip of his cock grazed at her opening
, and she would have thrust back against it, taking him in as deeply as she could, if his hands hadn't moved to clasp her hips and hold her still.

“
More, please.” Her voice broke on a sob, and she knew how desperate she sounded but she just didn't care.

His hands moved from her hips
, and she felt him grip at the handcuffs holding her arms a split second before he pulled on them hard and thrust his cock into to her so deeply she thought she might faint.

Olivia gasped and shuddered around him, unsure why he'd plunged into her then stilled, but glad he had. She needed a moment to adjust to his size. Her walls convulsed around Michael's huge cock, causing wave after wave of sensation to coil up through her insides. She heard him grunt behind her and knew he could feel her every reaction. Olivia tensed her muscles, unsure if he would even feel it with his dick stretching her so wide, but another low groan from him gave her the satisfaction of knowing that he had.

“God, Liv, you feel so fucking amazing.”

“
So do you.”

“
Are you okay?”

“
I would be if you'd just stop talking and fuck me, Michael.”

He laughed and slid out of her, only to plunge in just as deeply as before. This time, Olivia didn't get a chance to catch her breath before he did it again. His grip on her wrists tightened
, and he rocked her back and forth, forcing her onto his long, hard shaft over and over.

She heard her cries bouncing off the walls
, but they were muted by the sound of the blood pounding in her ears. Olivia teetered on the edge of orgasm, desperate to come but frustrated by the knowledge that she wouldn't come this way ... couldn't come this way. She tried to speak, tried to tell him, but the words came out in an incoherent jumble.

“
I can't ... won't come. Not this way. Can't come like—”

Michael pulled out of her with a savage grunt and picked her up, plonking her arse down on the dresser as he took a step back and almost tore his clothes off.  Olivia had no idea when he'd taken off his helmet
, but he no longer had it on. Her eyes raced over his naked, gleaming torso, greedily taking in every detail.  A wide chest dusted with golden hair narrowed down to a pair of strong hips. Michael's rugby player thighs were every bit as impressive as they used to be, heavily muscled and strong as oak. His cock swayed in front of her as he kicked off his boots and thrust his trousers down his legs, and her insides quivered at the memory of how it felt to be wrapped around it. He moved away from the clothing he'd discarded on the floor without a second thought and stepped back between her thighs.

He smiled at her then, cupping her face in his hands and leaning in for a kiss that was surprisingly chaste considering the fact they were both stark naked and already stained with each other's scent. 

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”

Olivia shook her head, closing her eyes so he wouldn't see the tears his words had caused.
“You never used to think so.”

“
I always did.  I've never stopped wanting you, Liv. And I've never wanted anyone as much since. I was a fool not to trust you. I should have given you the chance to try and understand what I was going through.”

Olivia sniffed away her tears.
“Yeah, you should. Idiot.”

Michael smiled back at her.
“Don't get too cocky. You don't know everything about me yet.”

She squirmed on top of the dresser, impatient for him to stop talking and fuck her properly.
“All I hear is someone talking a big game but not doing much else.”

His gaze narrowed
, and she saw his eyes spark with desire as he weighed her challenge. “Well, before I show you the error of your ways, do you want me to take the cuffs off?”

“
Don't you dare.”

Olivia squared her palms on the surface behind her and leaned back, thrusting her breasts up towards him and letting her legs fall further apart. She didn't need to ask twice
. Michael dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs.  His hands slid under her buttocks, and he lifted her off the dresser a little before flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue. Olivia jerked and bucked above him, knowing it must have taken every bit of his strength to hold her still but unable to contain her movements.

Michael's tongue swirled over and around her, only letting up when his lips took over and he sucked her tender flesh into his hot mouth. Olivia started to shake from the effort of supporting her weight on her bound wrists
, and he put her down, dragging her arse to the edge of the dresser and continuing to torture her. He spread her thighs wider and slid a thick finger into her pussy, his knuckles slapping against her wet flesh as he frigged her hard. Olivia looked down her trembling body to find his gaze riveted to her face. The possessive gleam in his eyes was the last thing she saw before he grazed his teeth across her clit ... then her head fell back and she screamed as an orgasm so intense she could barely stand it tore through her.