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I didn't think you noticed.”

She laughed.
“How could I not have noticed? Nothing about you is small.”


Which is why,” he said, pulling away and putting a few inches between them, “it can never happen. What if I hurt you?”


I'm tougher than I look.”

Olivia expected him to scoff, but he surprised her by nodding in agreement.
“I know that.”


And I would tell you if you hurt me.”


I know that, too. The problem is, Liv, it would be too late by then, wouldn't it?”


Why is it such a big deal if I get a little hurt? I know that sounds daft, but hear me out. Are you saying women shouldn't be fire-fighters, or play rugby, or do contact sports because they might get hurt?”


No, but that's a whole different thing, and you know it.”


I'm not some delicate little flower, P.C. Williams. And I expect you to damn well believe me when I tell you that.”

Michael put up his hands, as if trying to placate her.
“I believe you think you can handle it, but what if you are wrong?”

If he'd known her a little better, he might have been able to tell what she was about to do. As it was, Olivia had the element of surprise at her disposal
, and she took full advantage. She reached out, grabbed his huge wrist as well as she could with her relatively small hand, placed the other on his chest and yanked him hard, turning as the momentum carried his weight forward and sent him tumbling over her hip.

He landed with a satisfying grunt and a loud, floorboard rattling, thud. She worried for a second that his weight crashing to the floor might have shaken loose some of the plaster in the living room below. If it had, it was worth it just for the look on his face.  Olivia moved to stand beside him, unable to suppress the urge to lord it over him for a while.
“Delicate enough for you?”

Michael stared up at her with wide eyes, his mouth clamped firmly shut
, and she couldn't tell if he was absolutely livid, stunned into silence, or maybe even hurt. “Are you okay?” 

When he didn't answer, she leaned down to tap his cheek, worried now that he wasn't responding. The moment she touched him, his hand clamped around her wrist
, and he tugged her towards him. His knees came up and met the front of her thighs, just as her legs were about to slam into his, and he catapulted her weight forwards, rolling her over his head to land flat on her back on the carpeted floor behind him. He leapt up before she had a chance to scramble to her feet, and straddled her body, pinning her to the floor with strong hands around her biceps and his ankles under her heels, rendering her legs useless.


Judo?  I'm impressed.”


Kyushindu, actually.”


Never heard of it.”  Michael got to his feet and turned to walk away. Olivia felled him again with a sweeping kick and leapt on top of him, her knees pinning his arms to the floor.


It's a mixture of judo and karate, and suitable for the vertically challenged among us as it doesn't rely on brute strength.”

His eyes held a grudging admiration at first but that faded
, and he shook his head again, apparently rejecting the idea she could handle herself.  “I don't care how skilled you are at some martial arts discipline—”


Black belt, first Dan.”


Congratulations.”

Being
patronized didn't help her mood at all. She knew he could get free and toss her across the room any time he wanted to, and the fact that he didn't even try made her angry.  “For fuck's sake, Michael.  Do you think you were the only one who wanted things to go further when we used to wrestle back then? I would lie beneath you, silently begging that you would rip my jeans off and fuck me 'til I fainted.”


Liv...”

The agony in his voice as he groaned her name gave her a moment's hope that he'd let go of his rigid self-control for once and show her what he was obviously desperate to do.

“Don't you remember how much watching you play rugby used to turn me on? You'd come off the field, dirty, bleeding and bruised ... and I couldn't wait to get my hands on you. Nothing turned me on as much as watching you power through the opposition as if they weren't even there.”


If I tackled you like that, I'd crush you.”


That's not what I mean, and you know it. You of all people should be able to understand why I enjoy contact sports. Why do you think I took up martial arts? I have no idea why I am a fan of such physical sports like rugby and boxing, but I was always interested and used to watch them whenever I could, even after we stopped dating. Then, a few years ago, I heard about Kyushindu and took it up. The more I trained, the more I wanted to train. I was searching for something, and I thought I simply wanted to be the best, but when I got to the top, I still wasn't satisfied, which is why I quit last year. It wasn't until tonight, right this very minute, that I realize I was looking for something that made me feel the way you did.  I was never going to find it. You owe it to me to give me what you promised me with your body, and finish what you started.”

For a moment, she thought she'd gotten through to him, but when he simply closed his eyes, as if to block her out, she lost her temper.
“Fine. If you won't do it, I'll find somebody who will.”

Finally, he lost his composure.
“Don't ever say that again.”  Michael shoved her weight off his chest and hauled her to her feet. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”


No, I'm trying to get you to give in to me. And if I need to make you angry to do it, then I will.”


I would never touch you in anger.”


Then don't make me go there. Give in, Mike. Give me what you've denied us both for all these years.”  Olivia clasped his face between her palms.  “Lay my demons to rest once and for all. Don't let me spend the rest of my life wondering.”

His mind was in turmoil, that much was evident from the expression on his face. Michael stared at her without saying a word, for what seemed like an age. But then he closed his eyes and blew out a soul cleansing sigh
, and she knew he was letting go of his fear.


And you swear you'll tell me if you don't like something.”

Olivia nodded so hard, she almost made herself light-headed.
“Of course.”  She dropped her hands to her sides, and tried to stand still under his gaze, eager to show him she wasn't nervous. Which she wasn't. Excited would have been a better description. “So, where do you want me?”

Michael's hands closed around her biceps
, and he lifted her clean off the floor so he could look her right in the eye.  “There,” he said ... and threw her on to the bed.

 

Chapter Five

 

Liv tried to scramble off the other side of the bed before he reached her, but Michael caught her easily, wrapping a hand around her ankle and dragging her back beneath him. She clutched at the duvet to stop him flipping her over but let go when he put her in a very gentle arm lock.

Relief swept through him. She'd had the good sense to let go of the quilt once she knew she couldn't match his strength.  He was going to have to learn to trust her. After all, he'd asked her for no less.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her head back as he forced his knee between the legs she had almost clamped shut. Her hands pushed against his shoulders, but she couldn't stop him kissing her.  Liv relaxed for a moment, then bit down on his lip, just hard enough that he pulled away in case she drew blood.


Careful, my love. I might bite you back.”

Olivia shuddered beneath him and ground her moist pussy against his thigh.  He let go of her hair and leaned down to kiss her panting mouth, prepared to show her he had teeth
, too. Her tongue flicked out to catch the inside of his upper lip, and then she planted her knees firmly against his chest and pushed hard, catching him off balance. He fell away from her and caught his weight on one arm, grasping for her with his free hand. She rolled out of reach and scrambled to her feet, dodging out of the way each time he lunged for her.


Come here, Liv.” Michael heard the tone his voice had taken on, and he realized his request sounded more like a threat. She didn't seem to care.


You want me? Come and get me.”

The mattress s
ank as he adjusted his weight, and she wobbled in his direction long enough for him to grab her ankles.  He got to his knees before she had time to recover, tumbling her on to her back. Michael hauled her body up his, feet first, dropping his shoulders so he could throw her legs over them. His arms locked around her waist, holding her upside down, her arse pressed against his chest. Her sex was inches from his face, open, moist and ready for his greedy mouth. He flicked her clit with his tongue a few times, then turned his head to bite her thigh, almost as hard as she'd bitten his lip.  Olivia jerked against him, her groans echoing off the walls and letting him know she very much liked what he was doing.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, wiggling it from side to side with his tongue and mumbling incoherently around her flesh, turned on even more by the taste, smell
, and feel of her. He grazed her nub with his teeth, and Olivia jerked so hard, he was scared of hurting her if he risked doing it again without her being tied down.

Michael tested her weight against one arm. Confident he could still hold her, he let her body slide down his until she was resting on her shoulders and able to look up and watch what he was doing. He sucked two of his fingers into his mouth to moisten them although he didn't need to
—she was so hot, so wet—but he wanted to watch the anticipation build on her face.

He plunged his fingers in and out of her snatch as fast and as hard as he could. She bucked against him, her nails trying to find purchase on the skin of his calves each time he entered her.  She flailed against him in an almost constant series of jerks, shudders
, and spasms, twisting this way and that as she tried to escape him, until a sweat broke out on her skin and he lost his grip. Her bottom slid down his torso, over his agonizingly sensitive cock, and down his thighs before he reluctantly let her go.

Liv flipped over and crawled away from him again, kicking his hand back as he grabbed for her. He let her put some distance between them and get to her feet, aware already that she enjoyed the sensation of being caught.

“What's up? Didn't you like that?”

She wobbled above him, trying to maintain her balance while standing on the plush mattress.

“I told you I can't come from being penetrated.”


You'll come any fucking way I want you to, when I want you to.”

She put her hands on her hips as she prepared to tell him off, a gesture he remembered so well from their youth that it almost caused a pang of sorrow at how long had passed since he
had last seen it.

Michael lunged before she could speak, hitting her in the pelvis with his shoulder and knocking her on to her back again. Liv gave a little screech and tried to scrabble away
, but he had her pinned with his weight. He worked his legs between her thighs, settling against her groin before his hands grasped her hips to hold her still, ignoring her attempts to push him off.

He thrust into her, releasing a savage groan when he found she was so wet he sank in to the hilt. Olivia cried out and pulled away, but bore down instantly, slamming her pussy against his pelvis and shuddering when she took him all the way in again. His hips surged forward and back in a frantic rhythm that he had no control over. The need to be inside her was so great, he barely wanted to withdraw and pulled out only long enough to gain the momentum thrust into her again.

“Fuck me, Michael. Oh God, yes. Like that. Yes...”

Olivia's voice broke through his trance
, and he slowed the pace, taking a moment to let register what was happening inside her body. Her muscles were clamped around his shaft, but he felt no hint of the spasms he'd noticed earlier while he'd been frigging her. He knew if he carried on fucking her at the same, frantic pace, he would orgasm too soon. Olivia's mind was holding her back. She needed to learn that he meant it when he said he could control her body and make her come however he wanted to. If he shot his load within minutes after all his big talk, she would never trust his word again.

Olivia let go of his hair
, and her hands started to wander. Her nails scored his back, and he hissed at the erotically painful sensation.  He reached up and grabbed her bicep, forcing her arm back down to the bed where she couldn't get up to any more mischief. Her other hand was on the move, too, but in a totally different direction. He felt it snaking between their torsos, gliding easily against their sweaty flesh. Michael paused, pure morbid curiosity making him wait to see what she would do next. He braced himself for the scratch of a nail or a tug on his pubic hair, but it never came. Instead, he felt her knuckles brushing back and forth against the skin of his pelvis, and he knew she was trying to masturbate.

He got up on his knees with her body still impaled on his cock, and shuffled to the edge of the bed. Liv wrapped her legs around him, no doubt expecting him to settle them somewhere else. Michael walked across the room, gritting his teeth against the
agonizing friction of her weight jiggling up and down on his dick. He reached down to grab the handcuffs with Olivia clinging on to his neck to stop herself from falling off him.


Oh, yes. I like those. Can I use them on you sometime?”


Not tonight.”


That's not fair.”


I don't remember promising to be fair.”  Michael smiled at her mock outrage and clicked one of the bracelets closed around her wrist. “I do, however, remember you promised you would trust me.”

Olivia looked genuinely wounded.
“I do.”


Then I won't need to tie you up to make you behave yourself then?”

She smirked. 
“Probably.”

He lifted her body off his tormented shaft, shuddering at the way her muscles clamped around him, as if reluctant to let him go. Michael turned her to stand facing the foot of the bed, and clicked the other part of the handcuffs closed around a metal strut.  He went back to find one of the stockings they'd used earlier, and tied her free hand to a strut on the other end, forcing her to bend over with her pretty arse up in the air.

“Hold on tight,” he whispered, stepping up against her and slipping his dick between her thighs. He pulled the cheeks of her bum apart with his fingers and pushed his way back inside her pussy. Michael thrust into her a few times, letting her adjust to his size again and cast a quick glance at each of her hands to ensure she was, in fact, hanging on.

His hands clamped around her hips
, and he lifted her feet from the floor without warning, pulling her against him so hard that the bed creaked in protest. He took a step back, drawing her body away from the bed and holding it almost parallel with the floor.

Michael thrust again, and grunted in satisfaction when the ridges of his cock bumped over the hard nub on the front wall of her vagina. Olivia seemed as happy as he was, shuddering and gasping as he did it again, coating his dick with her juices as she got even wetter.

He stepped up the pace, hoping to God she would come soon because he couldn't hold out much longer. She responded eagerly, letting out animalistic little groans and calling him every dirty name under the sun as she begged him to do it faster, harder, more.

****

Olivia grit her teeth, trying to muffle her screams and shouts as Michael ramped up the pace and pounded her pussy relentlessly. If he stopped now, because he thought he was hurting her, she'd die. No, scratch that. She'd kill him for stopping, and
then
she'd die.

Her arms ached and her shoulders shook with the effort of supporting her weight
, but she didn't want to rest.  Michael changed position slightly, and she felt his strong forearm go under her stomach to hold her weight as his other hand let go of her hip.  The bristle on his chin scraped over the skin near the centre of her back, and she knew he was leaning over her. A sudden sensation against her ribs was the only warning she had before his hand closed around her breast and he crushed it against her chest, his fingers splayed wide enough to allow them to pinch at the side of her nipple. A spear of pain shot straight from his hands to her pussy, adding another layer to the exquisite torture she was already enduring.


Liv?” His husky voice was barely audible over the sounds of her frantic cries, but she could hear the desperation in his tone, even as he tried to stay in control.  “I want you to come all over my dick, and I'm not gonna stop fucking you until you do. Do you hear me?''

She did hear him
, but there was no way she could tell him. Every erratic thud of her heart and every painfully ragged breath she sucked in through her raw throat, were being used for just one purpose, to keep her body alive while the rest of her concentrated on the way her womb began to draw up towards her stomach, and all her muscles got tight. She tensed as she had a moment where everything seemed to pause, and she felt nothing at all for a second, the way she always did at the start of her climax. Then, like Michael had flicked a switch and sent an electric current to every nerve ending she had in her groin, the spasms began.  

The walls of her pussy tensed and released as wave after hard wave of pleasure pulsed through her. Each spasm took her higher than the last
, and she saw stars behind her clenched eyelids. Olivia heard a muffled shout from somewhere outside of the bubble of  sensation engulfing her, and the relentless, frantic jabbing of Michael's cock intensified, if that was even possible, sending her tumbling in to another climax. This one was nowhere near as acute but seemed to come from somewhere deep inside her womb. The spasms were gentler yet still oh so powerful, and she felt the ripples right up into her abdomen.

The sensations ebbed away, leaving her a boneless, quivering wreck. As her senses returned one by one, she reali
zed her feet were now back on the floor. Olivia slumped to her knees and turned to look for Michael, finding him collapsed in much the same position a few feet way.


You okay?” she saw, rather than heard him say, and noted that her ears still weren't working properly.


Yes, but I'd love it if you'd untie me now.”


Shit! Of course. Sorry.”  Michael crawled to her side, grimacing as he moved. “I think I need to remind myself that although you might not have aged a day since we knew each other, but that doesn't mean I'm eighteen again.”

He released her hands and dragged her into his lap, smoothing her hair away from her sweaty brow and kissing each of her cheeks before finding her lips. Olivia opened her mouth to him, greedy for more of his kisses. Of all the things they'd done tonight, this was probably her favorite.

“Fuck!”

Olivia jumped when Michael cursed, wondering if she'd squashed his balls against the floor or something as she squirmed in his lap. 
“What?”


I forgot to use a condom. Are you on the pill?”


Jesus, you scared the crap out of me.” She gave him a playful punch in the shoulder then settled back in to the warm spot against his chest.  “It's okay. I've got the implant.”


In case you're worried, I'm tested regularly because of work. Every once in a while, a confrontation with a suspect gets nasty, and we end up getting scratched or cut by a drug addict or a prostitute. I'm totally safe.”


Me, too, though not for the same reason. The only addicts I meet on a regular basis are the ones getting their fix along with me at Starbucks in the morning.”

Olivia had a toe curling moment of pleasure when he chuckled at her joke.
God, I've missed hearing him laugh.

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