A/N - Everything that occurs in this chapter between Olivia and Fitz is, one-hundred percent, they have talked about this many times, Olivia knows what she is getting into, consensual.
Self-Made Success
"...Your papers are due by the beginning of next class," Olivia addressed the students sitting before her. "Have some fun - these are speculative endeavors. Just because these are unsolved mysteries, so to speak, doesn't mean that your paper shouldn't be well organised, well written, and present a believable hypothesis. That said, remember that there are also no wrong answers so long as you can adequately defend your position."
Glancing at her watch, Olivia's gaze returned to her students. They were all furiously typing - or writing for those few students who preferred that method, and whispering amongst themselves. This topic continued to be a hit every year.
"I will see all of you on Monday and I look forward to reading your papers."
Olivia waited for the last of her students to file out of the classroom before collecting her notes, cellphone, and leaving the room. She hummed to herself as she walked down the hall, heels clicking against the tile. It had been a while since she'd last felt like dressing up, but when she'd opened her closet this morning it only felt natural to don a grey pantsuit and heels.
"Hey Liv," Abby greeted as Olivia stopped in front of the wooden door with her name emblazoned across the glass. Reaching for the badge hanging on her jacket, she swiped it across the small, black device on the wall and turned the handle to her office. Nodding in Abby's direction, wondering just what the redhead was smiling so mischievously about, Olivia disappeared into her office.
It didn't take long for Olivia to locate the source of Abby's smirk. A vase of red roses sat on her desk. Laying her things beside the vase, Olivia reached for the small, white card sticking out of the centre of the roses. Grinning, she read the words:
"Because I can...and because you're worth it. Love, F."
Surrounded by the sweet fragrance, inhaling the scent of the roses with every breath, Olivia sat at the chair behind her desk. Every so often throughout the next hour, she would take a break from the lecture notes on her computer and smile at the clear vase. It was a simple gesture, but one she hadn't been on the receiving end of in years.
Engrossed in paperwork, the hours ticked by. Thursdays were normally Olivia's long days - late lectures followed by evening office hours. From the looks of her quiet evening so far, all her students were busy getting a headstart on their four day weekend. Raising her arms above her head and stretching, Olivia's attention was drawn to the phone by her keyboard. Smiling to herself and dropping her arms, she reached for the phone.
"Hi," she greeted as she held the phone to her ear.
"Hi." His voice came through the speaker - hushed as though he was afraid of someone hearing.
"Slow day at work?" She wondered, tapping the speaker button on the phone before turning her attention back to her computer. Her eyes flashed across the screen and she sighed - where was she going with that last sentence, again?
"Not as slow as yours appears to be."
"And how would you know what my day looks like?" Olivia teased. "I could be meeting with a student right now."
"Except you're not."
Olivia's eyes travelled toward her door when she heard the doorknob turning. She grinned as the door fully opened, revealing Fitz standing on the other side. Ending the phone call, Olivia stood.
"What are you doing here?"
"Sadie and the kiddos dropped me off." Fitz slid his phone into his pocket and leaned against the doorframe.
"Oh? What are they doing?"
"They are spending the weekend together."
"Your sister is keeping the kids all weekend?" Olivia raised a brow, her hands resting atop her desk.
"She is. And we -" Fitz lifted his arm, glancing at his watch. "Need to get going or we're going to miss our plane."
"So what's the special occasion?" Olivia asked once she and Fitz were settled into their seats, seatbelts fastened across their laps. She had been pestering him since they had left her office - climbing into her Jeep and driving toward the airport.
"I need a special occasion to spend a weekend with my girlfriend?" Fitz questioned, linking his fingers with hers and resting their intertwined hands on her knee.
"Your sister is really okay with having the kids all weekend?" Olivia rested her head on his shoulder, tightening her grip as she felt the plane accelerating. The takeoff and landing were always the worst parts.
"This was her idea," Fitz confided, "And Athena's."
"Athena helped plan this?" Olivia wondered.
"No. Athena planned it."
"What did she do?" Olivia chuckled, relaxing her grip on Fitz's hand.
"She's been busy this last month. She convinced my dad to book the hotel room and get the plane tickets. Then she talked Sadie into offering to babysit all weekend."
"Why? I know she's been...less angry with me. But planning this? What does she get out of it?"
"I don't think she has an ulterior motive here, Livvie." Fitz rested his head against hers. "When was the last time you talked to her therapist? Or Sadie?"
"Oh God," Olivia whispered, her shoulders slumping against the seat, "I've been so busy with work and therapy and sports with the kids. Our relationship. I kept pushing back that meeting with Athena's therapist...What happened?"
"Well…" Fitz rubbed his thumb against hers, "she told Sadie that she wants to see this work out for us. She's asked her therapist how to 'fix her relationship' with you."
"She…" Olivia cleared her throat. "I didn't know."
"I don't think she quite knows how to move forward right now, Liv. This is her olive branch."
"This is beautiful." Olivia stood in front of the building she and Fitz were staying in. Water trickled from the fountain in front of the entranceway and a brown anole, nearly the same colour as the tile, darted toward the mulch.
"Yes it is."
Fitz led the way past the fountain and toward the elevators. On the third floor, down the hall to the right, they found room 4302. Holding his keycard in front of the door, Fitz waited for the 'click' of the lock before turning the handle and pushing the door open.
"Wow," Olivia breathed as she followed Fitz into the room. Hitting the lightswitch on her way in, she wheeled her luggage to a stop by the counter.
"Look at that view," Fitz whistled, inclining his head toward the floor to ceiling window across the room and the lake, sparkling under the setting sun.
"This is…" Olivia shook her head, words failing as she continued past the kitchen, through the setting room, and into the bedroom. Turning the light on in the bedroom, her attention was drawn to the large, jacuzzi bathtub nestled in the far right corner.
"Dad has to let us use this more."
"Agreed."
Fitz reentered the bedroom, having gone to make sure the main room into the suite was locked - his eyes meeting Olivia's once the door was shut firmly behind him. He remained silent as he went to the grey, cushioned chair in the corner of the room. Olivia was quiet as she watched him - watched how he sat, heavily, before leaning back into the chair and spreading his legs, feet planted firmly on the carpeted floor.
Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she bit at the skin there, a flush rising to her cheeks as she anticipated what was to come. She couldn't help but to glance over at his legs again - they were still spread, feet planted flat on the ground and fuck she couldn't get over the fact that he had thick thighs that went perfect with his ass. Olivia definitely appreciated his ass.
When her eyes finally travelled back to his face, she found that he was staring at her. Shit.
Why did she always get caught?
She didn't know why her face flushed an even darker shade of red - cheeks burning. This wasn't the first she had appreciated the way he looked. It wasn't even the first time he had ever caught her staring at him. It wasn't like she was the only one to appreciate Fitz's looks, either. People of all ages and genders knew, as much as Olivia, that he was fucking gorgeous whether he believed it or not. Olivia was fairly certain though that he did believe it.
"Go lock the door," he ordered, and she bit her lip again. Only a moment's hesitation and she was crossing the room to the door, clicking the lock. When she turned and started to head back to him, he held up his hand - palm flat and facing her. She stopped in her tracks.
"Crawl."
"Wait. What?" she asked, eyebrows furrowed. Did she hear him correctly? Maybe he'd said something else.
"You heard me. I want you to crawl to me. On your hands and knees."
Maybe it was because he'd never actually given her orders like that before or maybe it was because this whole "not-vanilla" thing was still so new to her, but Olivia just stood there - lips slightly parted as she stared at him in confusion. Was he fucking serious?
Apparently, the answer was yes.
"Each second you aren't on your fucking hands and knees is one spanking, Livvie." His tone was low and husky and threatening, but still she hesitated. Well, at least until he started fucking counting like a damn parent.
"One. Two."
Olivia had dropped to her hands and knees by the time he finished saying 'two' and started crawling toward him. He hummed low in approval when she finally obeyed. When she was finally at his legs and staring up at him - his entire body looked huge from where she was at - he reached a hand down and threaded his fingers into her hair, pulling her forward so her cheek was resting against his upper thigh.
"Mmm. Good girl," he praised and she could only grin up at him, the praise making her feel warm inside.
One of her hands went to his thigh, sliding up to his groin to touch him - but the hand in her hair grabbed a fistful of dark locks and his free hand roughly grabbed her wrist, making her gasp and whine from the pain.
"I didn't say you could touch me," he warned, "That's three swats now."
Olivia bit her lower lip as he forced her to look up at him.
"Sorry, sir," she whispered and he released her wrist, but kept a hold of her hair.
His now free hand reached down to wrap around her throat, holding, but not squeezing, as he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. His question; however, caught her off guard.
"What is the safe word, Olivia?"
She furrowed her eyebrows, looking back and forth between those ocean blues.
"The safe word?"
"Yes. What is it?"
"Houston."
"And if you can touch me, but cannot speak, what do you do?"
"Tap you three times."
"Good girl." He kissed her again.
She returned the kiss, purring softly against his lips because she was a good girl and being a good girl made her happy. Insanely, beautifully happy. When the kiss broke, though, he kept their faces near while his hand loosened in her hair.
"We're going to try something different," he said, quietly. "I'm going to restrain your hands and cover your mouth, but I'll give you something that will be in place of the safe word. It's something you can drop, knock over, or throw depending on where we're at and it'll get my attention if you need me to stop. Do you understand?"
Olivia nodded. "I think so."
"It should make more sense when you see how it works, but for now…" His thumb stroked over her pulse point, "You need to suck my cock."
"Yes, sir." She licked her lower lip, watching as he leaned back in his chair and spread his legs a bit more. Olivia slotted herself between his thighs and reached forward, undoing the zipper on his jeans and revealing his hard cock that was straining inside his underwear. She could almost feel her mouth water at the sight when she uncovered it and pulled it out.
The couple locked eyes as she slowly dragged the flat of her tongue from the base of his cock to the head, trailing along the vein on the underside of it. A low noise rumbled from his chest, encouraging her to continue. She slid the head into her mouth and sucked hard enough that her cheeks caved, her hand stroking him up and down while she only sucked on the tip - teasing him until she slid him all the way in until he was at the back of her throat.
Seeing Olivia on her knees for him, the way her lips stretched around his girth and how she always kept eye contact… Fitz could feel how she'd swirl her tongue along the underside of his shaft when she slid his cock deeper into her mouth. Then she'd swirl her tongue around the head when she'd almost slid his cock all the way out. Sometimes, she'd even use a little bit of teeth, scraping them against the velvety flesh and making him groan because she knew he enjoyed some amount of pain - even when that pain happened on his groin.
At some point, she'd snaked her hand back into his pyjama bottoms to free his balls from his underwear, playing with and massaging them in her palm and around her fingers until she was nearly grabbing the base of his dick with his balls cupped above the skin between her thumb and index finger, putting enough pressure on them that made him groan deep in his chest.
"Such a good girl," he crooned, and she hummed around him appreciatively, making his legs feel like jelly.
Olivia let his balls go and turned her head, pressing the tip of his cock against the inside of her cheek so he could see the bulge from the outside while she stared up at him. Fitz reached one hand down, rubbing his thumb over it lightly before he smacked her cheek a few times - right where his cock was on the other side and turning her skin red where he'd struck. The sight, and feeling, elicited a moan from Olivia as much as Fitz.
"Fuck you look so good like this."
Fitz tightened his hand in her hair, guiding her head down his cock so she was forced to deepthroat him and he felt her swallow as he pressed against the back of her throat. He let her up for air, of course, giving her a few seconds to breathe before he pushed her back down, letting her spit dribble down the base of his cock and onto his groin and balls. She knew by now to breathe through her nose and swallow to avoid being gagged - and if she didn't do it, then that was her fault - not his.
"You like sucking my cock, Livvie?" he asked in a low growl as he pulled her off him, a few strands of saliva following and connecting her lips to the head of his dick. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breaking them, before their eyes met - and he could see how some tears had formed in the corners of hers.
"Yes, sir," she said as a mischievous grin spread across her lips.
Fitz leaned in and roughly kissed her, but as he tried to pull away, her teeth clamped onto his lower lip and she tugged. The moment he was free; however, his hand struck her cheek. It wasn't very hard, but was hard enough to sting and for the skin he'd connected with to turn a shade of red.
"Don't. Bite."
Immediately after, though, he stilled as his eyes flicked back and forth between hers, waiting for any reaction or sign that he should stop or slow down - back up, even. But Olivia just licked her lower lip and tried to suppress a grin from spreading across her face.
"Sorry, sir," she said, her eyes glancing down to his lips again as if she wanted to take another chomp.
Olivia was almost always trouble.
Their faces remained close and the hand in her hair slowly slid to her throat, but just as he leaned in to close the distance between their mouths, she leaned in just the same - ready to kiss him again and, likely, try another shot at biting. He used the hand on her throat to shove her backward, making her topple onto her ass.
"Strip," he ordered before leaning back in his chair and slowly beginning to stroke his cock.
Olivia glared at him as she landed on her ass, obviously irritated at how he'd pushed her away rather than kissing her. But still, she obeyed. Standing, she slowly pulled the dark green tank over her head and tossed it to the side. Her jeans were soon to follow. Then, she was left in her underwear, but Fitz wasn't even looking at her body - too busy keeping eye contact. Olivia reached behind her, unclasping her bra and sliding it off her arms - tossing it to the side. Then she turned around so her back was to Fitz before she bent over, sliding her underwear off and baring her pussy to him in the process.
Fitz moaned.
"Very good girl," he praised, and she stood back up and turned to face him again, now completely naked. Fitz took a moment to slowly look her over, appreciating every curve of her form and change her body had gone through since he'd first met her. Just like the first time he'd ever seen her in such a vulnerable position; however, Olivia's face burned. Fitz could only smirk - she was fucking gorgeous rather she knew it or not.
"Tell me what you want," he said as he released his cock.
"You."
"More specific."
"I want you to fuck me."
"That's it?"
"I want you to make me cum." Her voice was quiet as if she were embarrassed (and maybe a small part of her was), but he knew her better than that - she was playing her part as submissive. She'd be pliant now, but she'd show her teeth soon enough because Olivia wasn't the type to fully submit. And that's how he preferred it.
"And how do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, shoving his pyjama bottoms, along with his underwear, down his body.
"I - I...rough?" she said, though the last word was essentially a question. She seemed unsure how to answer it and so, after he pulled his own shirt off, he approached her. Fitz always towered over her much smaller frame - a foot shorter in height and he certainly had more weight on him than she did since he carried a lot of muscle.
"Mmm. Well here's what I want," he said as he reached one hand up to her stomach, slowly trailing the back of his knuckles up her skin, just barely touching her. "I want to tie you up, gag you, and make you scream as I fuck you and fill you with my cum." He started moving closer to her, but since they were already so close, it just forced her to step back. "I want to control when you cum and when I finally grant you permission to do so, I want it to be so fucking intense that you'll be boneless and stumbling tomorrow, still unsteady on your own two legs." He saw her swallow as she stared up at him. "How does that sound?"
Olivia licked her lower lip before nodding.
"Yeah," she said, her voice cracking.
Fitz could only grin. "Yeah?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Lay down on the bed on your back," he ordered as he turned to move over to his suitcase.
When he turned his back to her, Olivia's eyes immediately dropped to his bare ass - fuck. The urge to grab or slap it was fucking extreme, but she knew she couldn't do it - not yet, at least. Not now.
What could she say? She was an ass person. And Fitz had a fine one.
Olivia laid on the bed on her back, her eyes watching Fitz as he was at the large, black suitcase he had wheeled into the room. Rummaging through the suitcase, he finally pulled out a bandana and a white, soft rope. Part of her wanted to ask why he had had those two items to pack in the first place, but then she remembered his admission - that this had been his thing for a while now.
He approached her on the bed, his hard cock bobbing as he walked toward her, and she couldn't help but let her eyes drop to watch it.
"Put your hands in front of you," he ordered, bringing her out of her daze.
She did just that - put her hands together at the wrists in front of her, and he climbed onto the bed on his knees to start tying her wrists up with the soft rope. But his cock was so close to her face - so fucking close - that she couldn't resist herself. Olivia leaned in and opened her mouth wide enough to catch it as it bobbed with his body's movements, taking the head between her lips and sucking since that's all she could reach.
Fitz gasped above her, clearly not expecting it, but immediately let out a deep groan as he stopped tying her wrists for a few moments. His body shifted so that he could look down at her and a curse was whispered beneath his breath when she turned her head a bit so his cock was angled down and she could look up at him.
"Such a good girl," he growled. "Always so fucking enthusiastic about sucking cock, aren't you?"
Olivia hummed around him, trying to move closer so she could take some more of him in, but the angle prevented her from doing so. He shifted a bit closer before he continued tying the knot around her wrists. He then had her test it by pulling her hands in different directions and making sure it wasn't too tight or too loose.
But, apparently, her enthusiasm to suck his dick gave him an idea because he pulled himself free from her mouth - smirking as she whined in disappointment - before he lifted her arms to be pressed to the mattress above her head. He then straddled her chest and pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. Olivia opened her mouth wide to take him in, because she was a good girl after all and good girls did what they were told to do.
"That's it," he whispered, his hips slowly moving back and forth so she didn't have to strain her neck by bobbing her head. But when he leaned forward and started burying more of his cock down her throat, inch by inch more with each throast, she was unable to swallow as quickly as he was delving. With the awkward angle of how she was laying with his dick hitting the back of her throat, she couldn't easily swallow and so he just kept gagging her over and over. But, shit, he didn't seem to mind.
He fucked her face for a bit and when Fitz let out a low groan atop her, she knew he was close. But she didn't realise exactly how close since he usually gave her a warning by telling her he was about to cum. So when he spilled down her throat, she choked and gagged on his spend, her body thrashing beneath him as he held her in place with his cock still buried in her mouth and her nose pressed against his groin.
Swallow it," he growled, one hand pressing against her forehead and hairline to keep her head still and the other on the cushioned headboard of the bed, holding himself up. "Fucking swallow it, Olivia."
And she tried - she really did. But the angle just didn't give her much to work with and so when he pulled his cock from her throat to let her finally breathe, she ended up turning her head and coughing up some of his cum onto the white bedspread. It wasn't that she threw it up, but more so that it just never went down in the first place.
But the second she looked at Fitz, she knew she should have tried harder to swallow.
"My cum doesn't go to waste," he said curtly.
"Sir?" she managed to whisper, voice hoarse, through coughs. She already knew what he was about to do. One hand grabbed her jaw as the other used his fingers to scoop up the cum she'd coughed onto the bed.
"I suggest you swallow it like a good girl this time. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" he asked. The fingers he'd used to scoop up his cum were held out for her - in front of her face. He was probably expecting to have to fight her mouth open.
"No, sir," she answered before opening her mouth, lolling her tongue out. He seemed pleased as he wiped his cum on her tongue, making sure every bit of it was taken from the sheets before she swallowed it and stuck her tongue out again, making a show of how she'd done what she was supposed to before he released her jaw.
"Good girl," he praised before leaning down to kiss her gently. When he pulled away, he kept their faces close while he studied her eyes, looking back and forth as if searching for something - and she knew he was: he was looking to make sure she was still okay without asking.
"I'm alright," she said, quietly, before leaning up and kissing him briefly. "I'm enjoying it. I promise."
Fitz slid off the bed and moved toward the dresser under the television. He reached for the bottle of Perrier, downing the last bit, before capping it and carrying it over to the bed. Once there, he held it out in front of Olivia's hands and she took it with a quizzical look on her face.
"Once I gag you, you can no longer use our safe word and since your hands are tied, you might not be able to touch me. If it comes to the point where you need me to stop, just as you would if you were able to speak or touch me, then you will throw this bottle off the bed. It'll cause a noise loud enough to get my attention - especially if it breaks. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Tell me what you should do."
"Throw the bottle off the bed if I need you to stop."
Fitz leaned down then, placing a soft, loving kiss ot her lips. "Very good girl," crooned, and he watched as a grin spread across her face. He reached over to the bandana sitting on the nightstand.
"Tell me if it's too tight. It should not restrict your breathing," he said as he began fastening it around her head, bundling the bulkier part into her mouth to use as a gag.
"Good?" he asked when he finished tying it, and she nodded.
He leaned down again, this time pressing kisses to her jaw as his hand went to her pussy, fingers dipping between her folds and rubbing through her slick, but not focusing on her clit - just teasingly rubbing along the entire area.
At least until he pulled his hand back and then slapped her pussy with his fingers.
Olivia yelped behind the gag and closed her legs around his hand, but he only bit her throat at her pulse point.
"Open them," he ordered while his free hand gently guided her arms above her head to get them out of the way so he'd not be blocking her from being able to throw the bottle if she needed. Olivia whined a bit at his order before slowly opening her legs, and he rewarded her by rubbing gentle circles on her clit, making her sigh with relief.
"Good girl," he crooned against her throat.
And then he slapped her pussy again, this time a little harder.
She yelped once more, closing her legs around his hand again and twisting her hips away so she was taking his arm with her, pulling him onto the bed rather than letting him just stand beside it. He climbed onto the mattress on his knees, using his free hand to pull her hips so she was fully laying on her back, legs spread open to let him slot his own hips between her thighs. Fitz's lips went back to her neck, placing bites and kisses to her skin - leaving bruises and hickeys all along her flesh in different places that told anyone and everyone she belonged to him.
Olivia was making soft noises against the cloth, her eyes closing as she tipped her head back and bared herself to him, submitting. Fitz relished in the sight.
"Mm. You should see yourself," he groaned against her collarbone, having moved down just slightly to place bites along it from left to right. "So submissive, so docile, so obedient. What would everyone else think?" He trailed bite marks down to the skin just between her breasts, where he bit down much harder - leaving a bruise there that coaxed a loud moan from her. "If they knew you crawled across the floor on your hands and knees for me -" a trail of gentle kisses was placed along her right breast, leading to her nipple. "- just to get some cock."
He took her nipple into his mouth and gently sucked on it, but she winced and whimpered beneath him - trying to wiggle away. The sound of a loud tapping noise caught his attention; however, and his eyes looked up to her as he released the now-peaked bud, meeting her gaze. She'd taped the bottle against the nightstand - clever, though he'd never expected anything less from her - to get his attention rather than break it, and now she was shaking her head at him. It took a moment before he realised why she was shaking her head - she'd mentioned that her breasts had been sore lately.
Fitz placed those same soft kisses, trailing away from her nipple and leading down to her stomach, watching how her head fell back against the mattress again. Olivia made a low moan at the feel of his lips. Fitz couldn't help but grin before placing a bite to her stomach, being sure it bruised before moving a bit lower and placing yet another bite. He moved further still, biting the inside of her thigh as he'd scooted down far enough by then, and she could only moan loudly against the bandana in her mouth.
"Maybe the others would want to get between your legs themselves." He hadn't gone this deep into verbal degradation with her before, but she seemed to be enjoying it - he'd just have to make sure he took care of her afterward. This was a new step for her, after all.
"What do you think, Professor? Think your TA - what's his name? Carson? - wants to fuck you?" He was using her title in a mocking tone, knowing it would insult her - hurt her, but that was the point. She was clearly enjoying the way it struck. "Think he wants to sink his cock between your legs, deep in your tight cunt? To use you?"
When she made a low growling noise against the gag, he grinned again. His hands hooked beneath her knees, pushing them forward so she was spread open with her hips canted upward, her legs pressed close to her chest. Fitz leaned down then, sucking her clit between his lips as he flicked the tip of his tongue against it, then circled it. Olivia immediately moaned and arched her back as much as she could - lifting her head to look down at him, only to meet his gaze since he was already peering up at her.
Olivia's entire face was flushed - well, her entire body was flushed, but an even darker colour of red bloomed from her chest, up her neck, and into her face.
Fitz released one of her legs though she kept it as close to the same position as best she could without him holding it; and instead, his hand went between her thighs, pushing his ring and middle finger into her pussy and slowly thrusting them in and out as he continued to suck her clit. Olivia moaned, letting her head fall back against the bed as she started grinding her hips down toward his face the best she could - it was only then that he inserted his index finger with the other two and increased the speed at which he was thrusting them. But once he felt her tightening, her body threatening to cum, he pulled away from her - making her whine as she lost the sensation.
"I don't think he'd satisfy you the way I do. In fact, I don't think anyone could satisfy you the way I do." Fitz placed gentle kisses to the inside of her thighs before biting down on one hard enough to bruise, making her groan again. "Because you need special attention, don't you?" he asked and she just nodded her head before looking back down at him, eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, you need someone who can put you in your place." He nipped the skin on the inside of her thigh. "Someone who can handle you - tame you." He let his tongue slide across a spot on her leg before his lips closed over it in a kiss. "Someone who can get you to shut your fucking mouth every once in a while - even if it's around a dick." Another nip was made, this time to her outer labia causing her to jump and whine. "Someone who knows your body better than you." Slow, gentle kisses were placed along her thigh, leading toward her groin. "And no one knows your body better than me."
Olivia nodded her head again before Fitz went back to eating her pussy, his mouth closing around her clit once more as he pushed his three fingers back into her. But this time he immediately crooked them as he nipped her clit with his teeth, then sucked on it hard. She moaned loudly, arching her back again while her body began to tremble; but just before she came undone, he pulled away again, garnering another whine – an even more desperate one – from her throat.
Fitz began moving up her body, placing bites along her skin as he went. The first bite was on her stomach, just above her navel, "I know every spot that makes you tense up." Followed by another bite just beneath the bruise he'd marked between her breasts, "Every position you love getting fucked in the most." And then one in the middle of her chest. "Every motion that makes you cum over—" he placed a single kiss to her chest, leading up to her collarbone, "—And over—" another kiss, "—And over—" and another kiss, "—Again." When he reached her clavicle, he bit down just above it, where it led into the column of her throat, before he began trailing kisses up to her ear. "If you were—" kiss, "—To fuck anyone else—" kiss, "—You wouldn't be as satisfied—" kiss, "—Because you know—" kiss, "—They couldn't please you—" kiss, "—The way I do."
Before starting the path toward rekindling their romance - toward their second chance, Olivia had never fucked someone who talked the way Fitz did – it was so damn dirty and sexy; and while hearing him be so vocal and say the sort of stuff he did was a new experience for her, it was fucking incredible. The man wasn't just babbling on with nonsense, he was actually saying shit that made her shiver and moan and get even wetter than she already was, even when she didn't think that was possible. His charisma had suddenly extended into the bedroom and she hadn't expected it was so fucking dirty.
Fitz pressed a gentle kiss below her ear before shifting up a little and whispering, his voice low and husky. "Face it, pet. I've ruined sex for you when it's with anyone else but me."
Oh, fuck. He was right. Fitz had taken the time to learn her body and use what he learned to his advantage. He gave her the best sex of her life. He fucking ruined sex for her with everyone else. And she didn't care.
Olivia moaned again and tipped her head back, baring her throat and submitting to him even more.
"Am I right?" he asked, and she just slightly nodded her head, almost ashamed to admit it, before she felt him grin against her throat.
She could feel his cock pressing against the inside crook of her thigh and she shifted her hips so the head was pressing against her pussy, which she then began grinding against him, trying to get some sort of friction or to get him to push in. But he just pulled back a little and grinned down at her, and she felt a blush creep up her face at the pathetic attempt of getting off despite knowing what she was doing wouldn't actually do anything for her.
"Mm. You want me to fuck you?" he asked; she nodded. "Say it."
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him. How the fuck did he expect her to say anything when she was gagged? She tried, but it came out as words that made no sense and all started with 'wuh' sounds.
"Hm. I'm afraid I don't understand what you're saying," he mocked.
She huffed, but he grinned that damn lopsided feature that she loved so much again and reached up to pull the bandana from her mouth just long enough for her to speak.
"I said I want you to fuck me," she repeated. But he was testing her patience, and because she didn't often think before she spoke, she decided to test his. "Assuming you're man enough, that is; considering you're still just a child."
Alright, so that was definitely overstepping, but it was too late to take back now even though she really wished she could, especially when she saw the look on his face. His eyes darkened and he immediately smacked a hand over her mouth, the sting of his palm and fingers slapping onto her face as he covered it seeming to resonate with her as he leaned in close.
"You just doubled the amount of spankings you're going to receive – now you're at six. Care to keep going?"
Olivia narrowed her eyes at him, and he returned the look, but after what felt like forever of staring one another down, she slowly conceded and shook her head.
"Smart answer," he growled before removing his hand and shoving the bandana back in her mouth.
Six spankings? Fuck.
Fitz reached up and took the bottle from her hands, making her eyebrows furrow as he leaned over and set it on the floor. Was he punishing her by taking away her option to tap out? Oh, fuck. She hoped not.
"You won't need it right this moment. You'll be able to tap me," he said calmly, reassuring her that she'd have some form of communication available to tell him if she needed him to stop. It was a relief, to say the least, and she nodded her head just before he rolled them over, her body now on top of his as she straddled his hips.
"If you need me to stop, you will tap my chest three times just like you would my leg. Do you understand?" he asked; she tapped his chest three times after sitting up and he followed after her, pulling the bandana down long enough to kiss her roughly again, then putting it back into her mouth. "Good girl," he praised as he laid back down.
One of his hands was on her side while the other went between their bodies; she lifted herself up, expecting him to align his cock so she could sink down on him, but rather than doing that, he slapped her pussy just like before. It wasn't as hard as the first two times since it was a weird angle, but she still gasped and jolted away, only for him to do it again and for her to whine at him.
He grabbed his cock then, lining it up before letting her sink down on him at her own pace, which he probably expected her to ease him in despite how he'd fingered her – because fingering her first never actually prevented her from feeling the burn from being stretched. Fitz was thick, after all. But, instead, she made sure the head slid in before she dropped herself down onto his hips, letting out a low groan against the bandana as their groins collided, which was accompanied by a groan from Fitz, as well.
Olivia remained still for a minute, letting herself adjust as Fitz's hands slowly roamed up and down her body, his fingers gently sliding over her breasts but being sure not to squeeze or press too roughly, then allowing one hand to slide up to her throat, cupping it. She leaned forward, her own hands resting on his chest as she started rocking her hips back and forth, grinding herself against him.
"So fucking beautiful," he groaned, and she felt her face flush. He sat up as she was grinding, his lips pressing kisses to her shoulder before he bit down, marking her in yet another spot while his hands slid behind her and grabbed her ass, squeezing and groping the cheeks – until one removed itself before returning abruptly, slapping the skin on her rear and making her cry out from the sudden, sharp pain. Fitz smoothed his fingers over the cheek as he released her skin from between his teeth. "Count," he said quietly before laying back down, bending his legs at the knees and digging his heels into the bed.
His hands went to her waist again just after she tried to say a muffled 'one,' and he was encouraging her to bounce up and down on him – but the sound from how damn wet she was between her legs was almost fucking obscene.
Of course, Fitz noticed the sound right away. "You hear that, pet?" he growled breathlessly. "You hear how fucking wet you are for me?" His hands were helping guide her up and down on his cock but she wasn't even letting half of him slide out when she went up, so he encouraged her to move higher, slipping nearly all of him out before letting her body slam back down against his groin, their skin repeatedly and loudly smacking together. "Yeah, keep that up, pet," he moaned. "That's good. Such a good girl for me."
One of Fitz's hands slid between her legs, his thumb rubbing quick circles around her clit as she kept going, and it wasn't long before her legs were trembling on either side of him while higher-pitched moans were muffled by the bandana. But just as she was about to tip over the edge, he pulled his hand away and lifted her up, letting his cock slip free and fall against his stomach with a heavy, wet slap while her cunt clenched around nothing, desperate to cum.
Olivia whined loudly as she tried to move her hips back and forth in the air, attempting to grind on something – anything – but was unsuccessful, which just made her let out another whine that was almost a cry.
"Mm. Close, were you?" he teased, and she growled while glaring at him, mumbling some expletives that were muffled beneath the bandana that she felt partially lucky he chose to ignore.
Instead, he held his cock back up while she sank down on it again; but rather than letting her do the work, he positioned her hands on his chest and then put his own hands back on her waist, having her raise herself up before he started fucking her from below. His thrusts were quick and hard, their groins slapping together and filling the room, the sound wet and just so damn dirty; she could feel his balls hitting her ass and it just made her groan even more.
One of his hands left her waist, instead going up to her throat and grabbing it without squeezing. "I'm gonna – fuck – gonna cum in your tight cunt, pet. You want me to fill you up?"
Oh, fuck. She nodded her head quickly, her hands clenching into fists as she grabbed some of his chest hair, holding onto it like it was the only thing that was keeping her grounded. Olivia tried to match his thrusts a bit, her body pushing down against his hips as he pushed back up, but the remaining hand on her waist kept her still so she wasn't able to move too much.
When he came, he let out a low groan, his eyes closing as his head fell back, both hands on her waist again, but his hips were still thrusting, cock quickly moving in and out of her as he was coming – and just the feeling of him spending inside her was enough to make her moan.
"Mmmmfuck. Coming inside you feels so fucking good," he said breathlessly.
Once he'd stopped thrusting, she lowered herself atop him without letting him slip out, pressing her face against his damp chest as her hips started slowly grinding on his groin to get some sort of friction for her clit. Fitz reached up then, brushing some of her hair from her face when it stuck to her skin from sweat; but when she let go of his chest and went to remove the bandana from her mouth, he caught her hands and tugged them away before pulling her body close to his so they were chest-to-chest again. He then reached back and swatted her ass cheek, coaxing another yelp before she whined a muffled 'two' into the bandana as he smoothed his fingers over the spot he smacked. Soon after, he flipped them over so he was on top, having slipped out in the process. But she knew he had intentions to go again; the man was young and had a shit ton of stamina — more than she did sometimes — and while she could definitely go a few rounds with him, he was able to outlast her. Hell, she'd learned it usually only took him a few minutes to get hard again after coming, which was fucking insane to her.
His lips were at her shoulder again, biting an unmarked piece of skin to change that and making her moan, then repeating it in a few more spots to keep marking her. But after he was satisfied, he leaned over the edge of the bed to grab the bottle, handing it back to her. Olivia took it, but he was studying her face again, searching to make sure everything was alright – and she just nodded her head.
Some of his cum was dripping from her cunt and he couldn't help the way his eyes zeroed in on it as he sat back on his haunches to look her over. His hand went to his cock, stroking to get himself hard again — which didn't take long because he never had a long refractory period. And once he was there, he pushed his cock back into her, moaning deep in his chest as he sank all the way in. He remained still inside her for a few seconds before slowly pulling out and then slamming back in. Fitz hoisted one of her legs over his shoulders, leaning forward and using the arm on the same side to plant his hand on the bed, holding himself up above her as he started making hard and fast thrusts. His free hand raised and went to her throat, squeezing just a bit to make her feel a little dizzy but not enough to actually cut off her breathing, and only holding it long enough for her to feel that dizziness for a few seconds, which his hand then released before grabbing her jaw.
"How quickly do you think other men would – mmm – would line up just to get the chance to fuck you, hmm?" Olivia's eyebrows furrowed as she stared up at him. "The chance to fuck the sexy, intelligent professor who everyone talks about; the one who -fuck - screams so loud when she – mmmfuckyes – when she cums that everyone nearby can hear her." He snapped his hips against her and she moaned; but he could tell by the look on her face that his words were losing her – so he had to fix it, compromise his dirty talk with something she liked. "Maybe let all those other men cum in you, too. Fill your – shhhhit – fill your cunt so full until all you can even taste for the next week is cum."
The change drew her back in and she moaned, her eyes slipping closed, which he figured was her imagining herself getting pummeled by guy after guy and filled up with their cum each time. But that wouldn't do — he was the one buried in her cunt right now. A smack to her face that was rougher than usual made blood rush to the surface of the spot that received the strike before the pad of his thumb was smoothing it over.
"Eyes open," he warned with a growl.
She stared up at him, her breathing heavy as he was slamming into her; he could feel she was getting close again – but just as she was about to tip over, he pulled out, leaving her clenching around nothing just like before and almost crying.
"You gonna be a good girl for me, Livvie?" he asked, his teeth attacking her shoulder and biting new marks onto her. By the time he was done with her, there'd be no unmarked skin left.
She nodded to answer his question, making a small 'uh huh' noise to go with it. Fitz sat back a little, his eyes looking down to his cock and his free hand reaching down, as well, then coming up to her face. A glob of his cum was on two of his fingers, undoubtedly having stuck to his cock as he kept fucking her after coming inside her. He used his two unoccupied fingers to pull the bandana from her mouth and she smacked her lips a couple times to get saliva going before sticking her tongue out to let him wipe his cum on it.
"Very good girl," he crooned, watching her gladly take his cum and swallow it before sticking her tongue out again to show she had, in fact, swallowed it all. He leaned down, kissing her gently for a moment. "What do good girls get?" he asked.
"Good girls get rewards."
"That's right. And you've been a very good girl, so I'll let you pick your reward – but coming is not an option." He placed gentle kisses down to her collarbone, his tongue laving out and dipping into the notch in the middle, just below her throat.
"I want to keep the bandana off," she said, tipping her head back for him, "Please, sir. Please, daddy."
Fitz made a low moan at the name. "Very well," he agreed before sliding his cock back into her cunt, listening to her gasp and moan since the bandana was no longer keeping her quiet or muffling the noises she made. He started fucking her rough and fast immediately, his body pushing her leg up close to her chest again as their hips smacked together, her moans filling the room as his cock hit that bundle of nerves inside her cunt over and over again. "Mm, shit, seeing your tits bounce every time I fuck you just makes me – mmmfuck – makes me want to bite them and mark them. You're so fucking lucky you're too sore for that."
Olivia's face flushed and Fitz licked at his lower lip at the sight, his hips snapping against her harder as he groaned. She arched her back again, her eyes closing as her head tipped back—
But his hand met her cheek again, the slap harder than before. "I said keep your fucking eyes open, Olivia."
"Sorry, daddy," she whispered, and he could only groan at the title. He had no idea why getting called 'daddy' was driving him crazy but it just was – and hearing Olivia use it was making him get closer to coming.
"After I just rewarded you, now you decide you don't want to be a good girl anymore?"
Her eyes went wide at his question. "No! I'll be a good girl, I promise!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I'll do better."
He made a low growl and she felt his thrusts faltering, but her own orgasm was approaching – it was so close. It wasn't taking long for her to get to the edge since she'd been denied orgasm after orgasm now and her body was just aching for a release; but before she could get there, Fitz came, though he fucked her through his orgasm just like before, slamming his hips hard against hers as he moaned. And, fuck, she could hear the change in sound as he was filling her and fucking her; it was wetter, and every time their hips smacked together, she could almost feel his cum making them stick together.
And she was so close. She was so fucking close.
Fitz stilled after he finished coming, keeping himself buried inside her as he tried to catch his breath while she did the same, though there were whimpering moans coming from her throat as she breathed. He must have noticed her frustration, however, because he leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips, one hand cupping her jaw while the other was still holding him up on the bed after he'd released her leg from his shoulder.
When he slipped out of her, he grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her belly, pulling her onto her elbows and knees; he spread her legs apart with his thighs, making enough room for himself to get behind her when he was ready. But first, he leaned in and bit her ass cheek, though it wasn't hard enough to mark her and was used as a distraction just before he brought his palm down firmly on her other one — and she suddenly wanted to hit him upside the head with the bottle she was still clutching even though she didn't need it anymore.
"Count," he ordered.
She mumbled the third number after having yelped from the smack, her body jerking forward. His fingers smoothed over the red marks, and he proceeded to give her three more swats, making her count each one and smoothing his fingers over them, as well, but her ass cheeks were red and stinging by the time he was done. And, of course, he leaned in again and bit at one of them – this time getting a different reaction: a loud whine. She was tender there from being spanked, after all.
Fitz made a low hum before his hand slid along her pussy, his middle and ring fingers slipping inside, crooking and beckoning as they started to quickly move in and out. She immediately moaned, her hips trying to push back against his hand; she could hear his fingers moving in and out from the combination of her slick and his cum due to the two orgasms he'd spent inside of her without even letting her have one release. And now she was worried he was going to make her climb up the edge again before dropping backward like before.
Olivia didn't think she could take much more.
"You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, Livvie?" His words were like fucking music and she let out a loud moan that she was ashamed to have made because of how fucking pathetic it sounded – nor would she admit to making it later. But it was a goddamn relief to hear that he was going to let her cum.
"Oh, fuck. Yes, please. Please let me cum, baby," she begged, her body tensing as she could already feel herself pulsing around him, already climbing the peak.
She chanced a look back at him, seeing him stroking his thick cock with his other hand as he watched his fingers disappear and reappear in her cunt. But his eyes flicked up to her as she was looking, and she recognized that hungry look in them — and when she dared to glance beneath her, there was already a small puddle of cum directly beneath her cunt, likely getting forced out from Fitz's fingers. Oh, fuck.
"What are you?" he asked. She had no clue what the hell he was looking for, but fuck, she wasn't about to squander what opportunity she had now to finally cum, so she said the first thing that came to mind.
"I'm your good little pet, daddy. I'm all yours. Only yours. I belong to you—oh, god, I'm gonna cum! Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckfuckfuck!"
Right when she came, Fitz ripped his fingers from her, making her cry out because she thought he was about to be cruel to her – but not even a second later, his cock was shoved deep in her cunt, instead, his hips slamming against her ass as he started fucking her through her orgasm.
Someone was screaming in pleasure. It might have been Olivia – it probably was Olivia, actually – but she wasn't really able to focus on the sound because all the noise in the room at that moment just blended in together. Instead, Fitz fucked her through her first orgasm, which immediately rolled into a second one from how hard he was fucking her and how intense the first one was, and her eyes rolled back as her lids closed, something along the lines of 'fuck me, baby' getting moaned out and fucked into vibrato.
She heard Fitz growl behind her as he was rutting against her ass, his cock hitting that bundle of nerves as her second orgasm just seemed to go on for-fucking-ever, making everything so goddamn sensitive. "Beg for me to cum in your tight cunt," he ordered.
Olivia could barely do it – she was still riding the high of coming twice and now it was starting to hurt as he kept fucking her, but it was so goddamn good and probably the best fucking thing she'd ever felt in her life. But still, she tried — and she tried her fucking hardest — because good girls did what daddy wanted them to do.
"Oh, fuck, daddy. I want you to cum inside me, fill me – fuckfuckfuck – fill me up so I'm fucking dripping with your cum. Please, daddy. Please."
Fitz bottomed out and she was almost relieved that he was finished, her cunt pulsing around him as he came, but he only stilled for a second as he let out a deep groan, then continued fucking her through his orgasm just like before. This time, the sound was even wetter, and when she dropped her head to look under her, she just saw Fitz's balls nearly covered in cum as he kept fucking her, the white substance sticking between their bodies each time their skin met.
"Oh, fuck, Fitz," she whispered, unable to stop fucking staring at just how goddamn messy he'd made her and how much fucking cum there was.
But he stilled after a minute, burying himself balls deep and holding there before pulling out and sitting back on his haunches. The second he pulled out, though, she watched more of his cum ooze out of her and onto the bed, making her whisper another 'fuck' beneath her breath. Fitz reached a hand between her legs, running his fingers between her folds as she jolted away from the touch from how sensitive she was. Having so much cum on — and in — her made her feel gross, but she'd be a liar if she said it wasn't hot as fucking hell at the same time.
It was almost like a sort of claim, coupled with the bruises he'd left all over her body.
After they caught their breaths, Olivia allowed her eyes to close as she leaned down and rested her cheek on the bed, not wanting to move but knowing the sheets were definitely covered in cum and she wasn't about to pass out in that.
Fitz leaned down, placing soft kisses on the back of her shoulder even though he was still slightly breathless. "You did so well, Livvie," he whispered, the praise making her hum in appreciation. "Such a good girl for me."
Fitz sat back where he was, and when she glanced back at him, she could see he was looking at where his cum was spilling from her, clearly enjoying the sight just as much as she had, but from a different angle. She bit her lower lip. "Fitz," she said gently, but corrected herself, "Daddy." His eyes snapped up to hers. "Let me clean you off?"
He made a low moan before moving up the bed, keeping to the side of her before his half-hard cock was beside her face; and it was just covered in cum, just like his balls. Olivia licked her lower lip before leaning in to take him into her mouth, starting off with the tip of his cock, sucking it clean, before moving further down the shaft and sucking the rest of his cum off of his cock, doing the same for his balls, too.
His hands brushed her hair from her face where it stuck to her forehead and temple and cheek from sweat. "Good girl," he praised. He pulled away once she was done, though, and gently stroked her hair. "Let's get the rope off and get you cleaned up, love."
Olivia was exhausted. Nearly every part of her body was sore – her ass cheeks were throbbing from being smacked with large, callused hands that didn't hold back, then from Fitz's hips slamming into her from behind over and over; bite marks that were already turning into thick, dark bruises littered her neck, shoulders, chest, and thighs with a few hickeys in between; her knees and hips ached from being stuck in the same fetal position since her body had gone limp; and there were slight rope burns on her wrists from how she'd tugged at her binds throughout their session, especially at the end when she'd had such an intense orgasm that turned into two intense orgasms, leaving her boneless and panting and sated.
Her arms were outstretched in front of her as Fitz began untying the rope from around her wrists and she could tell he was trying to be quick but gentle about it. She was panting with her eyes closed as she listened to his voice, hearing him purr soft words that helped her begin to regain control of her breathing.
"You were so good, love. You did so good."
Olivia hummed quietly at the praise, feeling it wash over her and provide a sense of calm as the rope was removed from one wrist and then the other before it was tossed somewhere onto the floor with a thud. Fitz moved on to the bandana next, untying it from around her neck and gently slipping it off, freeing her from its entrapment.
These actions were so familiar and something she'd grown accustomed to expect from him whenever they had sex, even if he wasn't extremely rough; she'd learned he'd embedded aftercare into his routine regardless of whether it was truly needed or not, and Olivia had to admit that little detail was appreciated.
"I'm so proud of you," he said quietly, and Olivia felt her face grow warm; he must have seen the flush rise up her cheeks and ears, though, because when she opened her eyes and looked up at him, that adorable, lopsided smile had taken over his lips as he peered down at her. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss to the back of her shoulder, his hand gently sliding up her spine.
"Yeah." Her voice was a bit quieter as her face flushed even redder; she almost felt embarrassed or some similar emotion by what she was about to say – like she was some shy teenage schoolgirl and Fitz her boyfriend who'd just taken her virginity. "I like the bruises." Of course, she hadn't even seen the bruises yet, but each one was a gift to Olivia from the man she knew she was going to spend the rest of her life with.
And the toothy grin that was beaming down at her made wearing them all the better. "I can always make more, but if you insist," he said playfully, placing another kiss to the back of her shoulder. "Do you want to take a bath tonight or tomorrow? I can get a cloth if you're too tired."
Olivia made a soft whining noise that she knew sounded overly needy, but she couldn't make herself care right now. This was her time; what happened right now was about her and she could sound and be needy if she fucking wanted to.
"Too tired," she whispered.
Fitz brushed his thumb along her lower lip and, as if it were instinct, she opened her mouth for him to push it in — but he didn't. It was as if he'd turned off his dom mode and went into aftercare mode, no longer wanting to establish how much control he had over her. Instead, he gently ran the pad of his thumb over her lower lip one more time before pulling away and getting off the bed. She watched him wobble on his legs for a second before balancing himself and she smirked at the sight, glad she wasn't the only one who was so fucked-out. When he was steady, he disappeared into the attached bathroom and when he came back out, he was holding three wet cloths, which she sort of realized was a fairly understandable number since it was, uh… well, messy.
Fitz had cum a lot.
Two of the cloths were set on the nightstand as he climbed back onto the bed on his knees, this time moving behind her. It might have made her nervous to have someone be out of her view when she was stuck in such a vulnerable position if it was anyone but him.
"Livvie?"
"Hm?"
"I imagine you're very sensitive, yes?"
"Mm… I think I'm numb, actually."
"Oh." There was a hint of surprise in his voice as if he didn't expect to be able to literally fuck her numb; but how the hell he underestimated himself and didn't think it possible he could do that, she had no fucking clue – because the man was a beast in bed. He was rough and knew what he was doing, pleasing every inch of her body that he could with a cocktail of pleasure and pain, both measured out to the exact amounts she liked them. And his size certainly helped, too; about average in length for someone of his height, but Fitz had it going for him in girth. The man was fucking thick. "I'm going to clean you, okay?"
"Okay, baby."
His fingertips gently touched the inside of her thigh, lower than where his destination was, and she startled since she didn't actually expect him to touch her there first or to even feel it; but when he slid them up her leg, eventually reaching her pussy, the feeling slowly faded until it just… disappeared. Olivia shifted a little to glance back at him, seeing the slight worry on his face.
"Do you not feel any of this?" he asked; she noticed his shoulder was moving and she partially wondered if he'd try to stick his fingers in her again to test what all she could and couldn't feel – the thought made her bite her lower lip.
"No, not really," she admitted.
Fitz hummed for a moment before she saw his other hand lift, and she realized he hadn't even used the cloth on her yet but was apparently just testing to see where all she was numb at; and, shit, the realization of how numb she was made her wonder if she was fucking swollen.
Oh, god. She didn't want to think about that.
Olivia buried her face in the bed then, trying not to cringe at the thought of how horrible she must look between her legs, all swollen and covered in cum, even though Fitz didn't seem affected by it while he was back there. She felt his left hand on her back, palm rough and fingers damp as they slowly stroked up and down her spine, the feeling soothing her and helping ease her mind away from what she looked like.
"Almost done. You're doing so well," he cooed, and she made a small noise of acknowledgement. It shouldn't have taken this long to clean her off, and she knew that, but he was probably taking his time by being extremely gentle and making sure he got everything before he moved away.
"All done, love," he finally said. His hand stopped stroking her spine and instead rested in place as she felt the bed shift, then a soft kiss was placed against the small of her back, evening stubble tickling her sensitive skin and making her wiggle. When he pulled his lips away, the sound of the balled-up wet cloth landing on the tiled bathroom floor with a slap after it was tossed away made her nose crinkle. That noise was always the biggest reason she hated using washcloths in the shower, always preferring something similar to a quick-dry loofah because the slap slap of a washcloth every time it hit her skin was just so goddamn unappealing and—oh, great, now the reminder of that gross sound was going to be stuck in her head all night.
"Such a good girl," Fitz crooned as his lips were against the back of her shoulder again, his voice bringing her back into the here and now – only then did she realize he'd scooted back up the bed to be at her side. "I'm going to pull the sheets off, but I want you to stay still for now."
When she nodded her head, her eyes followed his movements. He started on the corner closest to him, tugging the linens up, then leaned over her to do the corner on the opposite side before moving down to the foot of the bed and doing those. When the corners were free, he gently maneuvered them from under her, lifting her just enough to slip the sheets free without letting her uncurl from her fetal position just yet – and once they were off, he tossed them to the floor.
"There we go," he said quietly, his hand back on her spine and rubbing up and down it for a moment, soothing her once again. "Your hips and knees might be sore when you stretch your legs out, so I want you to let me do it for you, okay?" Olivia nodded her head and only then did he help her roll onto her right side, using his hands to guide her where he wanted her to go. "I don't know how sore you'll be, love, so I need you to breathe in slowly for me while I do this."
"Okay," she said before taking a slow, deep breath.
Fitz began straightening her left leg out, one hand on the inside of her thigh and the other on her calf; a burning sensation started in her shin as if she was getting the feeling back into the lower part of her leg, and then it traveled to her foot soon after. But when her leg was about halfway straightened, her knee made a loud pop, causing her to whine and him to stop moving it. He gave her a chance to relax as he massaged the area, then straightened her leg out completely, bending and straightening it a few more times before bending it halfway and moving her leg from side-to-side, her hip making an even louder and more sickening pop that just garnered a relieved groan from her.
"There we go. Felt good, did it?" She nodded her head, flexing the toes in her left foot as her leg was straightened. "Good girl," he purred. "Just need to do your right leg and then I can finish cleaning you up."
He was gentle when he set her left leg down, and even more gentle when he rolled her onto her back, holding her right leg up against her chest still so she wouldn't try to straighten it on her own. He gave her a moment to relax on her back as he rubbed the thigh of her left leg, and then gave her right one the same treatment as the first – stretching it out slowly, garnering a pop from her knee, bending and straightening it a few times, and then bending it halfway to move it from side-to-side, though that hip didn't pop.
"Very good," he praised when he was done.
Fuck. Some of his praises made her feel like a goddamn pet, but she couldn't help how much she loved it.
Olivia stretched her legs out completely, feeling her toes tingle while his hands were at her thighs, his thumbs digging in just a bit too hard as he tried to massage the muscles beneath them – the muscles she'd mostly toned from jogging around their road in the mornings, before running the kids to school, but when he saw her wince, he eased up, and it was much more pleasurable. He rubbed all the way down her legs then, trying to ease the stress she'd accumulated from their session but also trying to help her relax so she'd be able to sleep comfortably.
Fitz didn't spend much time massaging her, however, and she soon felt him leaning away from her as he grabbed one of the two wet cloths he'd left on the nightstand. "Let's finish getting you cleaned up, love," he said quietly, and she only nodded her head in response.
He moved further up the bed a little, still at her side, before he started gently cleaning away the dried sweat and saliva from her body – two fingers pressed beneath the part of the cloth he was using. Beginning at her shoulders, he was sure to barely touch the spots that were already bruised or would bruise from the bites and sucks he'd made since they'd be tender, but otherwise cleaning them with gentle touches. Going down her chest, Fitz avoided her breasts except to gently run the rag beneath them to collect any sweat that might have accumulated there; and the rest was quick, for the most part, aside from when he spread her legs to clean between them again just in case he missed anything, mostly in the crook of her thighs.
Before tossing the rag away, however, he used it on himself – because using saliva to clean away cum wasn't exactly cleaning anything – then threw it over his shoulder, causing another slap to sound out as it landed on the tiled floor. Ugh, that fucking noise.
"You're making a mess of the room, you know. Kinda setting a bad example for law enforcement personnel," she said playfully.
"Remind me to reprimand myself later, then," he quipped before grabbing an abandoned bottle of water from the nightstand.
"Or you could let me do it, instead."
Fitz paused at her words, looking down at her for a long moment as he seemed to consider her, and she swore he didn't exactly look outright opposed to the idea of her 'reprimanding him' — or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Fitz hummed for a few seconds but never gave her an answer, instead uncapping the bottle of water before helping her sit up to take a drink; she only took a few gulps before pulling away, satisfied with the intake. He helped her lay back down, took a few gulps himself, and then closed the bottle back up and set it on the nightstand.
The final cloth was grabbed, though, and she curiously watched his movements. He shifted around, still sitting on his knees with his legs spread, but now hunched over directly above her, one palm pressed down onto the mattress above her head while his face was mere inches away from hers. He gently began cleaning the dried sweat from her face, beginning with her left temple, moving up to her forehead, and then to her right temple. Olivia stared up at him the entire time, getting lost in the blue of his eyes while he was so focused on what he was doing.
God, he was so fucking beautiful.
"You were so good tonight," he crooned, and his words brought her back again, just as they always did — because his voice was the purchase she sought; the only thing she could use to ground herself with in order to stop her eternal freefall when she got lost in his fucking eyes.
She blinked a few times, realizing he'd met her gaze – but rather than seeing that sexy, cocky smirk upturn one cheek or that adorable, lopsided smile stretch his lips, he just stared down at her almost… thoughtfully.
Olivia felt her face grow warm. Okay, not just warm – hot. Like she'd stepped into a giant firepit and, rather than trying to find a way out, she'd just danced around in the flames.
"You took so well to being bound and gagged." Fitz leaned in and kissed her forehead, holding his lips there for a few seconds and allowing her to relish in the intimate action; she could only release a sigh of contentment. "Better than I could have imagined," he added as he pulled away.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, watching him shift his body so he was lying on his side next to her – facing her. His hand was placed on her jaw then, cupping it and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb before he pushed himself to lean over her, his upper body almost caging hers in. "Mm. Took my cock so well, too."
Their lips met as he pulled her into a kiss, the hand on her jaw slowly sliding to the back of her neck. "Such a good girl," he said against her lips, and she couldn't help but slide one of her hands up to the side of his neck when he praised her. "Would never let anyone else touch you," he continued, still speaking into the kiss, "Not ever. You're mine, baby. Only mine. My good girl." The emphasis on the word 'my' made her stomach flutter as she pushed her lips against his a little harder, her other hand finding purchase on his bicep as he cradled the back of her neck.
While Fitz's possessiveness wasn't new, these words were. He'd done his dirty talk with saying she'd enjoy getting passed around like a toy, and she figured some of what he was saying now was to counter his words during sex, but it was much more vulnerable than he may have realized. Despite what he'd said during sex, he had no desire to share her.
His hand then slipped away from the back of her neck, instead sliding down to her throat, his thumb brushing over her pulse point before he kept going lower – between her breasts, down her stomach, and right to her pussy. Olivia squeezed her legs together, realizing she could feel his fingers again as he'd started rubbing her clit with them. She shook her head just slightly into the kiss, breaking it but keeping their lips close enough that she could feel his brushing against hers as she spoke.
"I can't have sex again tonight, baby. I'm too sore."
But he closed the distance between their mouths once more, pulling his hand free from between her trapped thighs and then prying her legs apart. "Didn't say anything about sex," he murmured into the kiss. His lips pulled away when his fingers found her clit again, instead pressing gentle kisses to her throat — so different from what he'd done earlier, considering the bruises she had all over her body. "You were such a good girl for me that I want to give you another reward. I think you deserve to cum again, don't you?"
Olivia closed her eyes and tipped her head back to bare her throat as she let her thighs fall open, giving him what he wanted. What she wanted. "Yeah," she whispered. Kissing him had certainly riled her up again even though she was so damn tired; but if he was offering to do all the work, well... "Please be gentle, Fitz."
His lips were moving down her chest, avoiding the bruises as he placed soft kisses while his fingers were rubbing her clit in slow circles. "Anything for my good girl," he crooned against her skin. "Anything at all." But he didn't go further down than her stomach, instead pressing soft kisses to where her stretch marks were - the souvenirs she had kept of each of their children - as he switched to rubbing her clit with his thumb, dipping it between her folds to get it wet with her slick so he wasn't rubbing dry.
But she wanted a little more from him to help her along – something she wasn't sure he'd be willing to give right now.
She looked down at him, seeing he was so focused on pleasing her that he was looking at where he was kissing rather than her face like he usually would have been. Olivia bit her lower lip. "Will you eat me out?" she whispered, "I want to feel your tongue on me. Please, baby?"
His thumb stopped and his eyes snapped up to her, the bright blue color nearly gone as his pupils were blown from arousal while his lips were pressed against her skin. They stared at one another for what felt like an eternity and she was about to tell him nevermind, she shouldn't have asked, and she was sorry for doing so. She knew a lot of men had a thing about not wanting to taste themselves; and despite how he'd cleaned her, there'd undoubtedly still be the taste of him lingering between her legs, mixed with her own slick.
Olivia opened her mouth to tell him to forget it – but a low noise rumbled from his chest as he started moving lower, placing a trail of kisses along the way. She bit her lower lip a little harder, watching him move further between her legs until his mouth was on her clit, lips sucking on it as he kept eye contact with her. Olivia gasped and arched her back while she tried to keep her gaze on him, her legs spreading a bit more for him.
"Oh, fuck, that is so hot," she whispered but she didn't even know if he heard her.
One of his hands was on the top of her thigh, his rough palm slowly stroking up her hip and to her side, then to her stomach, and finally down to where his face was. He let her clit go free from his mouth and used his thumb to pull the hood of it back, exposing the sensitive bud even more than it already was before flicking his tongue against it. All she could do was let out a loud moan, her legs already trembling as he brought her close to coming for the third time.
"I'm so close, baby," she keened, her hands trying to grip the sheets but finding nothing there and, instead, her nails just roughly scratching across the mattress – at least until she felt his free hand in one of hers, letting her grip his fingers just before she came. Olivia's head tipped back and her spine arched as she flew over the edge, moaning out his name while he was sucking hard on her clit again and flicking his tongue against it to help her ride her orgasm out; but once she jerked away from him, he released the swollen nub. She was panting like last time, trying to catch her breath, though her eyes dropped to look down at him as he remained unmoving between her legs.
The second they made eye contact, he made a fucking show of leaning in, pushing his tongue between her folds close to her perineum, and then slooooowly dragging it up to her clit. He didn't have to say a damn word for her to know what he meant.
Fuck.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she whispered as he started making his way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake just as he had on the way down. "I hope you know how fucking sexy you are."
Fitz hummed lightly before kissing her, keeping it gentle and slow; and they remained silent for a few long moments, just taking their time kissing, loving.
"I love you, Fitz," she murmured against his lips.
"I love you, too, Livvie," he quietly replied.
A/N - Phew! The next chapter will be up in a couple days - it'll focus more on their vacation outside of their bedroom.