First and foremost, I'd like to address the anon who wrote this:
"I don't even know why you put this story in the olicity tag. when this is about sara and oliver or are you afraid that if you do that you wouldnt have half of this comments/reviews. The level of thirst some of you oliver and sara fans have to get reviews is petty and pathetic, that you had to put felicity/olicity in the label and misled their fans just to get some reviewers. Cease and desist Alredy"
1. Learn how to spell.
2. If you don't like it, DON'T FUCKING READ IT!
3. If you don't like it, don't be an asshole and leave an anon review, because I will shame you publicly and let them crucify you for being an asshole.
4. Go fuck yourself. I write what I want for me, not for you. I only choose to share it because I want to, not because someone asked me. You chose to read it, so, let me ask, why did you even continue if you didn't like it? Because you're a piece of shit who likes to rain on people's parades by leaving shitty reviews? I'm just gonna go with that because obviously you are a piece of work if you have to hide behind a grayface.
That is all. Now, onto the chapter.
Chapter 11
The sound of a very annoying and very loud alarm awoke Felicity the next morning, one that she was intent on changing before it drove her crazy. To either side of her, Sara and Oliver were also in various states of wakefulness. Sometime during the night, Felicity had ended up on her back with both their arms wrapped around her waist, their bodies pressed firmly against her own, cocooning her in pleasant warmth.
But it was the safety she felt being tucked between them that surprised her most. It had been years since she'd awoken to someone in bed beside her, and now not only did she have one strong and gorgeous human being next to her, but two. At first, Felicity thought it would feel awkward, but after last night, everything seemed as comfortable as ever. It felt almost natural waking up snuggled between them.
And it was the first time she realized she missed being in a steady relationship. Cooper had been the last person she'd ever done that with, but their relationship ended close to five years ago in a spectacular fashion she refused to acknowledge. At this point, Cooper was dead to her, and all Felicity had was memories of their time together. The one thing she refused to think about was how it ended. It hurt too much, something that must have somehow reflect on her face because a hand was now cupping her cheek, a voice calling out her name.
"Felicity, hey," Oliver said softly, his thumb stroking her bottom lip from where she had it worried between her teeth. "Are you okay? You seemed to have check out for a few minutes there."
"Yeah, fine, sorry," she mumbled. The alarm had stopped buzzing and she wondered how long she'd been lost in her thoughts. "There's just… a lot on my mind."
"Would you like to sleep in?" he asked. "You look a little tired. I know last night got a little crazy..."
"No, no. It's okay," Felicity said. "I wasn't thinking about last night. There's just… still a lot of stuff I need to process."
"I understand," Oliver replied, but his hand remained on her cheek, still stroking it softly with his thumb. Then he smiled. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Um, coffee. Lots and lots of coffee," she said.
"Besides coffee," he chuckled. "My cook should be here any minute. She can fix you anything you want."
"Oh," Felicity breathed, slightly taken aback. Oliver had a cook, someone who came to his home and made him food. It was a bit of a foreign concept to her even though she shouldn't have been so surprised. "Um… Pancakes and scrambled eggs, please."
"They'll be ready when you're ready," Oliver said, a content smile playing on his lips. He was out of bed moments later, gloriously naked body illuminated by the early morning sunshine that streamed through the tinted floor to ceiling windows.
Felicity rolled to her side, her eyes taking in the sight of him for the first time. Last night she'd been too preoccupied with trying to get her partners off that she hadn't properly appreciated their beauty. Now with Oliver stretching beside the bed bathed in golden rays of sunshine, she realized whatever had happened to him five years ago in that car accident had left more scars across his body than she'd ever seen on a single person in her entire life.
Many of them were faded, their ragged edges healed long ago leaving faint white lines across the expanse of his back, from his shoulders down to where the waistband of the boxers he was putting on fell. When he turned, Felicity found even more scar tissue across his chest and a few spots down his arm. Her eyes lingered longer than they should have and Oliver suddenly stopped to stare back at her. She smiled up at him, rising from the bed.
"I'm gonna go get ready," Felicity said as she came to stand in front of him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a soft kiss before she released her hold. "I'll see you at breakfast."
With that, she tightened her robe around her waist and went to where she remembered the bathroom being on the other side of the bed, leaving Sara still struggling to wake up. It was much like the rest of the penthouse, ultra modern and sleek with grey slate walls and white marble sinks and countertops. One wall was made up of dark tinted glass revealing a spectacular view of Starling City. There was also a glass shower and a gorgeous slate gray marble tub with room for at least four people.
"This bathroom is almost as big as my apartment," Felicity muttered under her breath as she made her way toward the double sinks. Toiletries were already laid out for her: brand new toothbrush, an unopened tube of toothpaste, and a small bottle of mouthwash.
Felicity went through the motions of getting herself ready for the rest of the day, brushing her teeth before stripping herself of the robe she wore and stepping into the opulent shower. The water went from cold to hot almost instantly, something that would take a good five minutes back at her apartment. There were two sets of shampoo and shower gel against a ledge inside the shower. The first had a very rich and spicy scent that reminded her of Oliver. She set those down and reached for the other two. They smelled very fruity and feminine, and immediately conjured up images of Sara.
Stepping out of the warm enclosure once she was done, Felicity reached for one of the fluffy white towels on the rack beside the shower, draping it over her body before grabbing a second for her hair. Once she'd patted herself dry, she grabbed her discarded robe and threw that on while letting down her wet hair. Staring at the reflection in the mirror, Felicity studied herself. Now clean and mostly dry, she realized she had no clothes to put on that day aside from the green silk dress Oliver had bought her and the frilly lace underwear she'd worn the previous day.
"Damn it," Felicity muttered. "I'm gonna be late to work no matter what."
"No you won't," Sara said from somewhere to her left.
Felicity whirled around, her hand flying to her racing heart. "Holy shit!" she squeaked. "Please don't sneak up on me like that."
"Sorry, comes with the territory," Sara apologized. She was completely naked from head to toe, her arms crossed over her ample breasts making them look even perkier than they already were. While she had her fair share of scars, Sara's were completely different compared to Oliver's. She had small punctures, still angry and red, and a few jagged lines that ran over her chest and along her sides.
Felicity blinked. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked, realizing she'd been staring for far longer than was necessary.
"Not long," Sara replied, smirking. "But long enough to check you out just like you checked me out."
"Oh… I… Uh… Sorry," Felicity stuttered, her eyes drifting down to her feet.
"Chin up, gorgeous," Sara said, her hand cupping Felicity's chin and tilting it back up so their eyes met. "You're allowed to look. You just need to remember that I'm your Mistress and if I tell you to do something, you do it. You got lucky with Ollie last night, but next time, when I ask you to jump, you need to ask me how high. Understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," Felicity answered.
"Good girl," Sara purred, her thumb gently stroking her lower lip before she pulled Felicity in for a kiss. "Now, follow me. I have the perfect outfit I want you to wear today." She grabbed her hand, tugging Felicity out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, around the bed and into the alcove on the other side.
It was a walk in closet larger than Felicity had ever seen in her life. Sleek black shelving surrounded her from floor to ceiling, a quarter of which was filled with Oliver's suits and clothes while the other three quarters were all Sara's things. One wall was dedicated to shoes of every type, from rugged boots to delicate heels. The other two were a combination of dresses, pants and shirts.
Sara walked to a line of built in drawers, her feet moving soundlessly over the white carpet that lined the floor. Pulling it open, she grabbed a black bra that was embellished with cream lace trim and a pair of matching panties. Handing them to Felicity, she scampered off again, this time grabbing a black and white striped three quarter length sleeve top, a lightweight cream cardigan, and a black pencil skirt.
"Here," Sara said, placing the items in her arms. "These should match well with your Louboutin heels, which looked fabulous on you last night. I'll let you get dressed," she added before scurrying out of the closet.
"Thank you!" Felicity called after her, but she was already long gone. Looking down at the designer clothes in her hands, she still couldn't believe what she'd walked into the night before. It still amazed her that she was with these two incredible people, sharing in their lives. She couldn't fathom how lucky she'd gotten. This might not have been the path she saw herself on, but Felicity was okay with it.
A few minutes later, she stepped out of the closet fully dressed. The only thing missing was makeup, and Felicity figured going au natural for one day wouldn't be so bad. After all, her skin looked smooth and even toned as it was. Mascara and lipstick just accented her features. But the bruises around her neck and wrists still starkly contrasted her pale skin, and she needed something to hide them with.
"Um, Mistress," Felicity called out, hoping the other woman wasn't in the shower.
"Yeah, baby girl?" Sara yelled from the bathroom.
Felicity made her way over, stepping inside to find her finishing up her own makeup all while naked as the day she was born. "Do you have anything to cover this with?" Felicity asked, waving her hand around her neck.
"Of course I do! Come here." Sara was gentle as she applied a healthy amount of concealer over each dark spot, blending it in with Felicity's skin tone until she finished a few minutes later. She then took her wrists and did the same until all the bruises were hidden. "There," Sara said, stepping away to survey her work.
Felicity turned to the mirror. Her neck looked spotless, as did her wrists. "Thank you, Mistress," she replied with a smile before turning to leave.
"Have a nice day at work!" Sara called out to her as she retreated into the bedroom.
"Thanks! You too!" Felicity yelled before stepping out the door and heading for the kitchen. She found Oliver sitting on one of the barstools staring down at his tablet with a scowl on his face. He was already dressed in a slate gray suit paired with a ruby silk tie. Her first instinct was to ask him what was wrong, but when his eyes caught sight of her, he smiled warmly, whatever he was reading completely forgotten.
"Good morning," Oliver said. "You look amazing, as always."
"Yeah, well, your girlfriend decided to dress me today, so you have her to thank for this outfit," Felicity replied as she slid into the seat beside him along the marble top of the island in the center of the large kitchen.
"It looks good on you," he pointed out. "Sara's got good taste even if she rarely dresses like it."
"I'm not saying that she doesn't. This outfit is gorgeous. But I'm not used to all this fancy-shmancy, throw-out-all-the-stops glamour."
"Then I'll let you in on a little secret." Felicity leaned closer, until their shoulders touched, and listened intently as he added, "Neither was Sara, but after her first shopping trip, she got used to it real quick. Just like you will, because we both like to spoil ourselves and those that are closest to us."
"Oh, no! Please! You've already done enough," Felicity tried to stop him, but he was having none of it.
"You're about to become the head of a division at my company, so you need to look the part," he said. "You, Sara, and I are going shopping this weekend, and we are going to get you primed and ready for your debut as the Director of Applied Sciences."
"No, really, it's too much," she began to protest.
"What did you include in that contract again?" he shot back, leveling her with a look that made her mouth snap shut. "'I understand that, above all else, it is my duty to please my Dom and I promise I will endeavor to do so.'"
That damn contract was going to come back and bit her in the ass more than once, Felicity realized. And Oliver, being the businessman that he was, would adhere to the terms outlined like a dog with a bone. With a resigned sigh, her shoulders slumped as she looked down at her lap. "Yes, Sir," she grumbled.
He grabbed her chin and snapped her head up so their eyes met. Whatever softness his eyes had held a few moments earlier was gone, replaced instead with raw power and authority. "Always look at me when you answer my questions," Oliver commanded. "I think now would be a good time to discuss the rules of the house as well."
"Yes, Sir," Felicity meekly replied.
"I don't have many, but they are important, and each one comes with its own form of punishment," he said. "I've already outlined the first rule. Failing to make eye contact when you answer one of my questions will result in a spanking. Since I hadn't laid out that rule until after the fact, you are excused of punishment, but just this once. For every infraction this point forward, you'll get ten slaps either with a hand or some other instrument of my choosing. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," she nodded. "I understand."
"Second rule: You will dress as either Sara or I say, and it will be appropriate for the day or occasion. Sara did a good job this morning and I approve of this outfit. If you wear an outfit that hasn't been approved by one of us, you will immediately change out of it and position yourself on the bed, completely naked and face down, to receive your punishment for disobeying us. You will be spanked, then you will put on an outfit of our choosing.
"Third rule: At bedtime, you are not permitted to wear clothing unless it's that time of the month. Then you are only allowed to wear panties that either Sara or I choose for you. Failure to abide by this rule will result in sleeping in the guest room.
"Fourth rule: If either Sara or I ask you for sex, you will give it freely. Questioning us, speaking out, or refusing us will get you bound, gagged, and whipped.
"Fifth rule: Honesty is very important to both Sara and myself. If we catch you in a lie, the severity of your punishment will depend on how bad the lie is, and that's a decision we make separately. We will both punish you if need be.
"Final rule: You are to wear this at all times and never take it off." Oliver paused to take a small Tiffany box out of the breast pocket of his suit. Opening the lid revealed a delicate sterling silver chain necklace on a bed of white silk. In the center was a small heart shaped pendant with a tiny keyhole in the middle that allowed it to lock around her neck. He picked it up off the lining before setting the box on the marble countertop.
"Hold your hair up," Oliver instructed, and once Felicity lifted her golden locks away from her neck, he slid it around the pale column and fastened it into place. It didn't look at all cliche, like many of the collars she'd seen in the past. This one was classy and looked more like a regular Tiffany necklace than anything else. No one would ever even notice it around her neck or think twice about what it meant, she realized.
"How does it look?" Felicity asked, her fingers immediately reached up to touch the cold metal around her neck.
"Gorgeous," Oliver answered with a soft smile. "Now you're mine."
"Ours," Sara corrected as she waltzed into the kitchen wearing her usual black uniform. She bounced up to Oliver and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before moving around the kitchen grabbing things from one cupboard then another.
Felicity's eyes stopped following her when they fell on an older woman standing in front of the stove wearing an apron. She froze, unable to believe she'd managed to completely miss there was someone else in the room while she chatted with Oliver, and the flush on her face immediately appeared. The woman turned around holding a plate full of scrambled eggs and a plate full of pancakes, setting them both down on the island in front of her.
"Good morning, Miss Felicity," she said, her thick accent accentuating every syllable of her name as she spoke.
"Felicity, this is Raisa, my cook and housekeeper," Oliver quickly introduced them.
"Nice to meet you," Felicity softly said as she held out her hand.
"You too!" Raisa cheerily replied, giving her hand a hearty shake.
She reminded Felicity of the old grandmotherly type, only she wasn't that old just yet. But the way Oliver looked at her so fondly, she could see they had a special relationship, one more like a mother and son than a CEO and his housekeeper. Her thoughts began to drift. 'What was his relationship like with his family?' Felicity wondered as she picked up her fork and absently began to nibble on her scrambled eggs. 'How often did he talk with them? Did they spend time together? Did they know about Sara?'
"Syrup?" Oliver asked, nudging her arm with his elbow.
"Oh, yes, thank you," Felicity immediately answered upon realizing that she'd spaced out again. She really needed to get her thoughts under control if she was going to survive these next six months. But everything was just so fresh and new and exciting. She couldn't really help it if her mind got lost in the mystery that was Oliver Queen. There was so much she had yet to learn about him, so much to discover about his life.
"You keep drifting," Oliver said, knocking her out of her thoughts once more.
Felicity glanced over at him to find a soft smile lighting up his face. He reached out until his palm lay flat against her cheek and stroked his thumb over her skin. It sent a shiver down her spine, the way he looked at her in these quiet moments, like she was the only thing that mattered even though Sara was just a few feet away. Was it the novelty of having someone at his beck and call? Or did it run deeper?
With a soft smile, Felicity pushed those questions out of her mind. Her world was complicated enough as it was. The last thing she needed was to fall for someone she wasn't supposed to fall for. But Oliver Queen was irresistible with his charming smile and hidden heart of gold. That dangerous combination of compassion and brawn would be her downfall someday, just not today.
"Yeah, sorry about that. I keep thinking about everything that's going on and how fast things are progressing and how I really need to get back to my apartment and pick up a few things that I'd like to bring here, like my laptop and my tablet and…" she rambled.
"Felicity," he interrupted her, his hand still laying flat on her cheek while his thumb stroked along her skin. Her mouth shut with an audible click. When their eyes locked, Oliver added, "Breathe." She nodded before inhaling a deep breath then letting it out slowly. "I don't want to rush you. I know things are going a little fast, but you just need to breathe. You can go home tomorrow and pack whatever it is you need to settle in here this week."
"Thank you, Sir," Felicity replied with a smile and was rewarded with a dazzling one in return.
"We should get going," Oliver said when he glanced down at his watch.
"Oh! Wait! How am I supposed to get to work today?" she asked, feeling her heart began slamming into her chest once more.
"With me, of course," he answered with a half smile.
"But what about everyone at work? They'll see us!" Felicity was almost frantic now, her hand grabbing his wrist and holding it tight.
"Breathe, Felicity," Oliver whispered as he raised his other hand to cup her neck. After several ragged breaths, she finally calmed down again. He continued to watch her, his eyes focused on her face. "We'll go through the garage. No one will think twice if we walk off the elevator together."
"Okay," she breathed, gulping in a few more deep lungfuls of oxygen before her heart finally settled in her chest.
Felicity understood where this sudden bout of anxiety had come from: she feared Carrie's wrath if she ever began to suspect anything was going on between her and Oliver. But something told her after that little coffee date, rumors were already spreading like wildfire. Felicity knew she could handle it on her own. Involving Oliver was pointless at this stage. But just knowing that woman would make her life a living hell until she took up her position as Director of Applied Science made Felicity's skin crawl.
