One Night in His Custody (8 page)

“
You're amazing,” he whispered against her lips. “You know that, right?”

Olivia shut her eyes and tucked her head back under his chin, terrified he would see how much his words mattered.
“I don't feel amazing at the moment. I'm aching in places I didn't know existed.”

“
Look at me, Liv.” Michael grabbed her chin and tilted her face.  He didn't speak until she brought her gaze up to meet his. “You are going to have to learn to take compliments. I expect you to believe me when I say something.”

“
I do believe you. It's just hard to let my guard down, especially with you.”

“
I guess you're right. I'm gonna have to earn your trust again.”

“
I do trust you, and that's part of the problem. I'm not capable of shutting my heart off to you, even if I wanted to. I'm kind of at your mercy, and it's a little bit terrifying.”

“
For me, too. I lost you once. How the hell am I gonna live with myself if I screw things up again?”

“
I won't let you.”  Olivia kissed away his frown, wishing he'd go back to being the cocky, confident bloke who'd just fucked her six ways from Sunday. “Okay, the mutual pity party is over. On your feet, Constable. Livvy needs a bath.”

Michael got up with her still in his arms and strode out in to the hall, swinging her from one side to the other as he looked for the bathroom. Olivia pointed to the door at the top of the stairs and begged him to put her down as she desperately needed to pee.

Five minutes later, when they'd both taken a turn to use the bathroom, Olivia sat on the lid of the toilet and watched him filling her roll top bath with water.  “Add some bubbles,” she said, pointing to the jar on the shelf above the taps.

Michael grabbed the bottle and turn to waggle his eyebrows at her over his shoulder.
“Purple bubble bath, eh?  What is it with you and purple?”

Olivia steadfastly refused to blush.
“The vibrator came in a set from one of those lingerie parties people have, along with a cock ring, a satin blindfold thingy, and blueberry flavored nipple drops.”

Michael's knees buckled as he threw back his head and filled her bathroom with the sound of his laughter. A sound she hadn't heard in so long, she'd forgotten how loud it could be. Michael didn't do anything by halves. He laughed as hard as he did everything else.

“So, these things you got from that party, do you still have them?” he asked her later, after they'd taken a bath, grabbed a hot drink and tumbled back into bed.

“
Yeah, the bag is in the back of a cupboard somewhere. Why, do you want to see it?”

“
Not tonight.”  Michael slid down to rest his head on the pillows and held his arms out to her. Olivia nestled against his chest, turning her face inwards to brush her cheek against the coarse hair dusting his skin.  “Although I must admit, I can't wait to get my hands on those blueberry flavored nipple drops.”

“
They've probably gone off now. Maybe we could get some more, if you are that keen?” 

“
Don't worry, I can improvise."

Her nipples got hard at the thought of all the things he might have in mind.
“Hey, I thought you were some kind of bondage god, or something like that. I have to say, I'm a little bit disappointed that you didn't have more toys of your own.”

“
The phrase you are looking for is a Dom.”

“
Well, Dom.  I think you're a bit of a lightweight. I mean, I've got more kinky stuff than you.”

Olivia suddenly found herself pinned to the mattress, with a very strict looking Michael glowering down at her. She could see he was fighting not to smile from the way he chewed the inside of his lip. 

“I suspect you know just how wrong you are, which is the only reason I can see for the way you keep trying to goad me into showing you.”

“
Is it working?” Olivia tried not to smile, she really did, but she was too turned on to care that she was being reckless.  “Have I crossed a line, Officer Williams?”

He grinned.
“You crossed it a couple of hours ago.  Do you want to be punished tonight, or would you rather let the anticipation build and wait to see what I have in store for you the next time we meet?”

“
Do it now,” she said, her words coming out in an excited rush. Michael reached for her, but she put her hands up to stop him.  “No, I've changed my mind. Wait until I see you again.”

Michael lay down behind her, bored it seemed with waiting for her to make up her mind. Olivia
lay down, too, wiggling back until her bum rested at the junction of his hips.  Her foot trailed up and down over the rough hair covering his shins, and she felt his cock growing again as his erection pressed against the cheeks of her arse.

Olivia shifted position, pretending to adjust her pillow, stroking his erection with the crease of her bum as she snuggled back against him. She heard him suck in a ragged breath
, and she bit her lip to stop herself from giggling out loud.

“
That's it!”

He moved before the warning had even registered in her brain. His thigh worked its way between her legs, forcing them to part, as he dragged one over his hip and pinned her other to the mattress with his calf. At the same time, he gathered her wrists in one of his hands and pulled them up over her head, tightening his grip on each end of her body as he stretched her out, as if using his torso as a rack.

“I think I've been a little too easy on you, lovely Olivia,” he muttered into her ear.  “It's time you learned what I'm capable of.”

She turned to answer him
, but Michael's head descended at that very moment and his tongue surged into her open mouth as his free hand cupped her mound. Olivia groaned and wiggled against him, eager for him to rub her again, the way he had before.

“
If you think I'm gonna be that easy on you, then you don't know me at all.”  He gave her clit a small, sharp slap. Olivia jumped in shock then shuddered as ripples of pleasure radiated up through her groin.  “I can keep you on the edge of orgasm all night long, or until I'm happy you've been punished enough, whichever comes sooner. Unlike you, sweet Liv, who won't be coming any time soon.”

By the time he let her go, many hours later, Olivia could see the dawn breaking on the rooftops opposite her bedroom window.  Now she knew as much about Michael as she needed to. He'd called her names. He'd dished out small but powerful punishments that had way more effect on her libido than they did on her physical wellbeing. And he'd played her body with an ease that was almost embarrassing for a woman her age, making her come or delaying her peak just by using no more than his voice, at times.

Michael returned from the bathroom, crawling into bed behind her and physically lifting her into the cradle of his body.  She fidgeted a bit, settling her head on his bicep and folding his forearm across her breasts.

“
Jesus, Liv! If you aren't exhausted enough to fall asleep now, then I'm not the man I thought I was.”

“
Yeah. You da man!”

Michael groaned then chuckled, and hugged her closer.
“Behave.”

“
Yes, Sir,” she whispered, failing to keep the mocking tone out of her voice.

“
I can feel you smiling.”

“
Of course you can. I'm happy, aren't you?”

Michael kissed the shell of her ear.
“Yes, I am. But I'm also very old and absolutely knackered. I can't keep my eyes open any longer. Sorry.”

“
Go to sleep. I'll be good.”

“
You better be,” he muttered, still trying to sound menacing as sleep dragged him under.

Olivia smothered another grin, devious plots forming in her mind as she lost the battle to stay awake. If Michael thought he'd tamed her, he had another think coming
... and Olivia was gonna make sure he would never stop trying.  But he didn't need to know that. 

The End

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