When Fitz disappeared into the cabin after flicking his spliff through a semi-open window, Camilla made her way back to the kitchen.
Olivia was laying on the bed when he walked in only now she was under the sheets. He walked over and pulled it back from her face. "Don't tell me your going to sleep on me?" Fitz said with a smile.
Olivia sniffed him, "was someone smoking marijuana?"
"I was," Fitz said. He pulled off his shirt. "Come wash off with me."
Olivia sat up and smiled, "okay."
Fitz lifted her out of the bed and wrapped her legs around him and walked her to the bedroom. She could feel her large hands planted firmly on her ass and when he squeezed a moan escaped her lips.
"You like that?" Fitz teased.
"No," Olivia insisted, though she was blushing and finally admitted. "Yes."
He chuckled and let her down by the sink then turned her around and pulled her back against his chest. He ran his hands up her soft curves and cupped her breasts then squeezed her nipples between his fingers until he heard her gasp.
She could feel his erection behind her, somehow pressed between the crack of her ass.
He leaned her over the counter and licked from the small of her back, slowly up to her neck, and then sucked the soft spot by her clavicle.
Olivia closed her eyes and hummed softly. She felt sexier in the moment than she'd ever felt before.
She wasn't sure if she could go another round with him but he was so alluring she found herself rethinking her limits. One orgasm was standard she thought. It hadn't been in her marriage- for her at least, her husband had no problem achieving an orgasm but still, he came once and he was rather ineffectual after. She went from achieving no orgasms- to one powerful orgasm yesterday night to now two rather powerful orgasms tonight and she was wondering if three might be possible.
Fitz reached up and held her by the neck, moving his lips up to suck her ear. "You know," he whispered, "I bet you think you're finished but you're not really finished until I've been in all your holes."
Olivia replayed his words inwardly then once she took his meaning goosebumps covered her arms. She wasn't ready and she opened her mouth to speak but it was too late. Fitz had already popped his middle finger in his mouth to lubricate it and reached down and slid it into her asshole.
A gasp got caught in her throat and she stiffened.
"Relax," he whispered into her ear, "if you wanna enjoy it you have to relax."
Olivia released her breath and he felt her loosen.
Fitz pushed half of his finger in and then pulled it back, only to push it in again. Olivia's knees buckled under her and she dropped against the counter. She thought it would hurt but it didn't. Instead, it gave her sweetness in places she didn't know sweetness could exist.
She was stunned for a moment, breathing deeply against the counter, unable to move or speak. With every breath, Fitz felt her ass clench around his finger and, with an erect penis suffocating in his jeans he couldn't bear it anymore. With his free hand, he pushed his jeans down, not bothering to step out of them. He thrust his finger back again, and saw Olivia's eyes roll back in the mirror.
He bit his lips and closed his eyes as he slid his cock into her. She was wetter than he'd left her.
"F...FF-FFUCK!" Olivia screamed out, stammering.
Fitz staggered back momentarily, bringing her with him. He quickly regained his composure and thrust forward with a punctuated jolt. He was close, already and was frustrated by the fact but took comfort because Olivia was quite apparently teetering on the edge too.
He thrust again, hard, with his finger and cock.
"Goddddd-" she uttered in what sounded like a mix between a mumble and a cry. "I'm cuming- I'm cuming- I'm cuming," she chanted breathlessly.
Fitz grabbed a fist full of her hair and pressed her face against the cold surface then thrust again, quick and hard in both her holes. He thrust again and then again. His balls slapped against her clit.
Olivia closed her eyes and squeezed her toes together. She grabbed the counter, holding the surface so hard that her palms began to sweat. She felt liquid running down her legs. Her breath quickened and once again, the feeling of overwhelming pleasure enveloped her- like she was drowning almost, like waves that she couldn't fight.
She felt him behind her, working into and out of her with a rhythm and force that felt like magic. Fitz's orgasm hit him fast. His muscles seized, stubbornly, forcing him into even thrusts. He felt Olivia's asshole pulsating on his finger, her vagina pulsating on his cock. Pulling out was impossible. He stuck to her like a magnet, he couldn't pull away and it was euphoric.
He pulled her against her chest as he emptied himself into her. Olivia was limp in his embrace.
She was still breathing heavily. Her orgasm ended before Fitz's.
His orgasm waned and he slowed until he stopped and wrapped his arm around her. He was breathless and his throat was dry.
When he pulled out, Olivia felt his cum drip down her inner thigh. Just like last night, there was a lot of it and all she could feel were two gaping holes in his absence.
Fitz sighed, regretting his selfish-animalistic urge to cum inside her. He tried to gauge her mood but she just seemed...blissfully spent.
After his breathing returned to normal he lifted her and carried her to the shower. He let her down and turned on the faucet and let the water fall on them. Olivia leaned against him for support with half-opened eyes. Everything below her waist felt raw and she stood only because most of her weight was against Fitz.
He reached behind her and grabbed a body wash from the inward shelf behind them. He turned her around and squirted the soap on her breasts. He massaged her until the soap sudded all over her body, washing away all trace of cum and spit and sweat then he did the same to himself.
When they left the shower, Olivia had somewhat recovered. She dressed in a robe with nothing underneath, Fitz wore underpants.
Their food was waiting on the bed. Olivia climbed on slowly and laid against the pillow, aware that her body needed to recover fully.
Fitz walked to the other side and pushed the tray of stuffed bell peppers towards her. "You should eat."
Olivia leaned up slightly and took a fork from the tray and pulled gooey cheese and ground chicken from the roasted peppers.
Her stomach growled as she chewed and swallowed.
"Are you okay- that was very intense," Fitz said, "I was just planning to fingerfuck your asshole, mostly to laugh at how shocked you would look as I did it but then my dick got hard again and it all went to shit. I really did try to pull out but still, I apologize."
Olivia shook her head, "don't apologize." She felt water in her eyes and wiped them.
"Oh god- please do not cry-"
She chuckled and wiped her eyes again, "It's just endorphins but don't apologize. That was incredible."
Fitz was shocked and raised an eyebrow as he stared at her.
"So your not gonna try to murder me for cuming that gorgeous pussy of yours."
She sniffled, "it makes me nervous that you did but I know my chances are still low."
"Yeah but still, I thought you'd be more mad."
"When you have sex, the parts of your brain that control logical and rational decisions- I guess depending on how consumed you are by the sex- they kind of take a little break, that's natures way of tricking us into reproducing by making us stupid. I'm not mad about it probably because I'm high on endorphins," she said with a lazy chuckle.
Fitz leaned over and kissed her tenderly as he caressed her cheek then he leaned up, "I'm gonna get you a doctor as soon as we dock in Rome. I promise."
Olivia nodded and bit another piece of her stuffed pepper.
"I can't believe you thanked me for an orgasm," he said with a smile as he ate.
"I didn't thank you for an orgasm."
"You didn't?"
"No- I wasn't thanking you for an orgasm- I was thanking you for making me have like three orgasms at once."
Fitz laughed.
Olivia put her pepper back on the plate and wiped her hand on the napkin then she took the bottle of water and drank from it.
"I've never been on a yacht before," she said as she closed the bottle. "I went on a cruise to Disney once. It was not like this."
"It is a little much," Fitz said with a chuckle.
Olivia placed the bottle back on the tray and laid against the pillow. Suddenly sleep came down on her and she could barely keep her eyes open.
"Are you going to bed now?" she asked.
"In a bit," Fitz said.
He turned to her and she was asleep.
Olivia woke just after dawn. She was still tingling in odd places and when she sat up, Fitz was snoring beside her.
He was beautiful and sometimes, inexplicably, that scared her. She stood and stretched. Her inner thighs felt strained as if she spent the night squatting with weights.
She walked to her Louis Vuitton suitcase and opened it, searching around until she found her toothbrush. She went to brush her teeth in the bathroom and wash her face. After that, she wasn't sure what to do with herself. She didn't want to wake Fitz, it still seemed early.
She crawled back into the bed but found herself both restless and hungry. After a few moments of twisting and turning, she got out of bed to avoid waking Fitz. She slipped on underwear and a t-shirt from her suitcase then she pulled on her robe and left the cabin.
There was a small oval window right before her and when she looked out all she could see was blue waters ahead. She smiled and turned to walk down the hall, the same direction that Fitz led her down yesterday. She walked up to the upper level of the boat. It was colder now than it was yesterday. Olivia wrapped her arms around herself and walked to the edge of the boat to look out at the water. She could see the coast of Rome in the distance and it was magnificent with the sun rising and all the colors of blue and violet and yellow in the sky.
She stared at the view for a while then decided to explore the deck.
There was a sitting area with a couch and bar and some stools. A small round pool was across the deck and then there were two floors above the deck where Olivia assumed more bedrooms and the captain's cabin was.
The most visible, semi-open area under the two floors above seemed like an entertainment room with a very large tv and pool tables and a large sectional.
It seemed like the ultimate bachelor pad.
After she finished exploring the deck and the upper level with its rooms where she assumed some of the guys in his group were bunking up she walked back to the outside area and sat on the couch.
It was a hard thing to do- she tried to fathom the fact she was on a rather large luxury yacht with a criminal who seemed to have endless reserves of money and was all too willing to spend it on her. That same criminal kidnapped her just over two weeks ago- a fact that she was aware concerned her less and less as each day passed.
She was sleeping with him and enjoying it more than she thought was possible for anyone to enjoy sex and it was only their second time together. The things she felt with him- she could still feel them as she sat on the sofa reminiscing about their night.
She wasn't sure how long she sat there, blushing and smiling to herself but she was drawn back to the present when she heard footsteps staggering towards her. When she looked up, it was Camilla, staggering to her until she plopped down beside her on the couch with a bottle of liquor clutched to her hand.
He felt someone watching him and opened his eyes to see Olivia staring at him. He was lying on his stomach with his head turned on the pillow.
"Hey," he said with a smile.
His erection formed as the seconds ticked.
"Hey," Olivia replied with an empty smile.
He picked up on it immediately.
"What's wrong?"
"I need to call my mom," she said.
"Why?"
"I just need to hear her voice… to know she's okay."
Fitz propped himself up by the elbows slightly, "We already discussed that you'll see her in a few days."
"I still want to call her," Olivia said.
"Oliva-"
"Every time I've asked you before yesterday to call her, you didn't hesitate, now you won't let me."
"It's 2am Boston right now, Olivia," Fitz said, annoyed.
Olivia felt the tears stinging her eyes now."What happened to my mother?"
When Olivia said the words Fitz had all the confirmation he needed. He stood from the bed with his erection pressed against his thigh, pronounced under the fabric of his underpants "that bitch is dead," he barked.
"I thought she was lying," Olivia said angrily. "I didn't believe her because I didn't think you would do that." She was crying now and whenever that happened Fitz couldn't take it.
He turned her back to her as he took deep breaths.
"My mom is in the hospital, you knew since yesterday morning and you didn't tell me. How could you keep that from me? I told you she had a stroke and she was recovering. How could you not tell me she was back in the hospital?"
Fitz didn't answer. He scanned the room for a shirt. His ire was on Camilla and that was all he could think of to avoid dealing with Olivia.
"Fitz-" she yelled when he wouldn't answer.
He walked to the dresser across the room and pulled out a t-shirt from one of the drawers and slipped it on. Olivia got angrier as the seconds ticked by.
Once he dressed in his shirt he headed towards the door but Olivia intercepted him.
"Get out of my way," Fitz said, calmly.
She pushed him against the chest, "what happened to my mother?"
"Olivia."
"What happened to her?" Olivia shoved him again, though lacking enough force to actually move him.
"I said get out of my way, Olivia."
"Tell me," she cried, staring up at him, "what happened to her. Is she hurt- did she have another stroke- tell me something," she said through sniffles, "anything. Please."
Fitz couldn't stand her brown eyes staring up at him. He softened instantly.
"She's stable. That's all I know."
"That's all you know," she said, seething, "that's all you know." In a mad flash of anger, she slapped him and regretted it immediately when she saw the fury in his eyes.
Fitz grabbed her and pressed her against the wall with his hands against her cheeks, "what did I tell you about hitting me? What did I fucking tell you, Olivia?" he barked angrily. He saw fresh tears rolling down her cheeks but he was too angry to be pacified by them. "I'm not gonna apologize for not telling you. If I did you would've ran home to Boston and you would've had a bullet between your eyes in weeks."
He let her go and turned around, breathing deeply as he ran his hands through his hair trying to calm himself. His erection was stubborn and only added to his frustration.
Olivia wiped her eyes and took short breaths, trying to calm herself but the more she breathed, the less air she felt going into her lungs. She began to panic and she stooped to the floor against the wall.
Fitz heard her labored breathing and turned around to see her fanning her face frantically, "I can't breathe. I can't breathe."
He took a breath and walked to her then kneeled beside her.
Her chest rose and fell quickly and she began to tremble. She was too panicked to recognize the symptoms of a panic attack.
"Olivia,"
"I can't breathe," she said through the heaves.
Fitz leaned closer to her, "you're having a panic attack-" He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against his chest. She couldn't move.
"I have to go home- I have to go home," she said breathlessly.
"Olivia- breathe," he said softly.
She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Fitz sat with her as she did it repeatedly until she calmed.
When she calmed she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
"I don't want to stay here a minute longer. After we dock in Rome, I'm not going anywhere else with you. I want you to put me on a plane and fly me home and then I never want to see you ever again," Olivia said, angrily.
Fitz let her go and stood then headed to the door. His erection had died a slow death but finally, it was gone.
Fitz opened the door and slammed it behind him without a word to her.
Olivia was on the floor, despondent. It all came crashing down. The bliss of being sexed-up, her clandestine feelings for him- were all in disarray because he'd put the person most important to her life in jeopardy and couldn't even bring himself to apologize for it.
The boat drove for a while longer until she felt it maneuver into the dock and finally come to a stop.
Fitz returned then and without a word, he walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Olivia stood and dressed in her old jeans and a clean sweater from her suitcase. She slipped on her old converse sneakers and left the cabin. She went to the deck, only to be greeted by Fitz's entourage, loitering on the deck, obviously waiting for Fitz. They were chatting, though she could barely make out the words between them.
Jake was there, sitting while others stood. His arm was in a sling, no doubt to take the pressure off this shoulder. He looked vastly better than he did just a day ago, still she was shocked to see him on his feet. He should be in the hospital under observation, not walking about as if it were a minor injury.
He smirked glibly at her and it was then that she realized her red, swollen eyes and downcast countenance must've given him something to be happy about.
She shook her head and turned her attention to the ocean as she stood by the railing waiting for Fitz to meet them.
"Well Marco isn't happy," Jake said into a cell phone, he was the only person speaking loud enough for Olivia to hear and she knew it was on purpose, "he lost a couple of guys at the nightclub and apparently Fitz got one of them yesterday when they came for her. Not even one bullet hit her, which is pretty embarassing- but the good news is that if she's gone then he won't be fucking her anymore and if they aren't fucking then he has no reason to care about her. Hopefully Marco kills her quickly in Boston. I'll convince Fitz to kill the beef because well, why would you go to war over a stupid slut anyways," he said with a chuckle. "Then we can all move on," he joked. "...I'll see you in Barcelona friend."
Olivia didn't turn or acknowledge his words.
Jake hung up and looked over to Olivia he was hoping to get a reaction from her and when he didn't he decided to push her further.
"Don't look so lonely, sweet cheeks, maybe in a couple months if you're still alive I'll pay you a special visit in the night. You can call me Fitz while I fuck you if it'll make you enjoy it more, I won't care either way, I like a good fight."
Fitz walked up the stairs, having overheard Jake's comments. When Jake saw him, he momentarily tensed but when Fitz walked past him and headed to the gangway he relaxed and smiled. Fitz looked pissed but he'd looked that way earlier when he spoke to them so it caused him no alarm.
The group of them followed him and Jake, wincing as he stood, followed as well. Olivia was the last off the boat. The only person missing that she noticed was Camilla.
There were 3 black SUVs waiting for them behind the dock. Felix led Olivia to the last van. As she walked, she saw Fitz and Jake head into the middle van.
They drove through the city and for a time Olivia wasn't sure where they were going. She'd made her demands but Fitz never actually responded to let her know if he planned to take her home or not.
After some time driving, they approached a private runway outside the city. The jet was waiting there.
When the cars came to a stop Felix was the first to leave Olivia's car. He let her out behind him and they both walked to the plane. The others in the first car did as well. When Jake reached out to open the door with his functioning hand, Fitz reached across him and closed the door.
It has been a quiet car ride- awkward even, with Fitz's steely demeanor during the ride.
"What's up?" Jake asked, "aren't we going with them."
Fitz took a breath and leaned back in his seat. "Yesterday we had a conversation about Olivia. I told you that you were to leave her alone. Did you forget that conversation?"
Jake realized Fitz overheard the conversation because there was no one who had been able to tell him.
"I was just fucking with her- I thought you were done with her. You said she wanted to leave so I thought this thing you had with her was over."
Fitz shrugged, "So when you told her that if she was still alive in a couple months you'd pay her a visit to rape her that was because you assumed we were over?"
"Woah- I didn't mean I was gonna rape-" Jake began to say but Fitz cut him off.
"That's what you meant but you like a fight right? She could call you by my name so it would be okay."
Jake shook his head, "I'm sorry man, I was fucking with her, I didn't really mean it. I'm sorry if it pissed you off."
"You saw what I started because Marco grabbed her hand in a club. What do you think is the appropriate response if someone promise to rape her?"
"Fitz-" Jake said nervously.
"What would you do, if you were me?" Fitz asked, his voice was dangerous and low.
"We've been friends for almost 20 years- she's not even staying."
Fitz felt his temper rise, "she's leaving because I'm letting her leave," he said angrily. "She's leaving because my long term plans for her does not including keeping her anywhere against her will anymore so if she needs to go home and see her fucking mom for a couple of weeks then that's what I'm gonna let her do."
Jake threw up his hands in surrender, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It doesn't matter. You're done."
"What?" Jake said. "What does that mean?"
Fitz opened the door and stepped out.
"If I can't trust you around her then I can't trust you at all."
Jake opened the door and ran around to Fitz's side of the car.
"I'm not coming-"
Fitz ignored him and walked up the steps to his plane. Jake stopped at the foot of the steps and watched him. When Olivia looked out the window, she saw Jake standing at the bottom of the steps, staring. When she turned to the door she saw Fitz enter. She turned back to the window, confused as to why Jake was still outside and, when she looked he sprinted up the steps and in seconds he was inside the plane.
Fitz turned around when he heard him breathing heavily behind him.
"I spent almost ten years with you, twenty years being your friend- what the hell am I supposed to do now?"
"You're supposed to get off my plane," Fitz said.
Jake chuckled, "well, I guess I have nothing to lose then- you're done with me right- because of her." He lurched at Olivia but with Fitz only a few feet away he was able to intercept before Jake got his hands on her.
Olivia screamed when she saw him but quieted when Fitz was between them. Felix and Alesander stood and surrounded Jake as he fought to get his hands on Olivia.
Fitz punched him in the stomach and pushed him back angrily. He fell back down the passage away. Fitz pulled from the floor, grabbing him by the collar and, struck him in the face with a force that immediately oozed blood from his nose and mouth. The other men in the plane unlocked themselves from the seats and stood. Olivia could no longer see what was going on.
Fitz grabbed Jake and pulled him up at face level, "What the fuck did I tell you," he barked as he pulled him by his shirt collar to the plane door.
He held him up and flung him down the stairs. Jake rolled twice and fell on his back on the asphalt runway. He was in too much pain to make a sound. His heavy pain medication did nothing to soften the blows and as he laid on the ground, he could feel that his wound had opened when there was warm liquid on his shoulder.
"CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR!" Fitz barked as he walked back.
The co-pilot, who'd worked with Fitz quite frequently, closed the door without hesitation.
Fitz walked down the hall to the back cabin and slammed the door.
She wanted to go to him, more than anything she wanted to run from the seat and go to him but she couldn't move, she was too angry and hurt to give in to his lure.
Fitz didn't return until the plane landed just under two hours later. She knew immediately that he wasn't taking her home and she prepared mentally for a fight- though she wasn't sure she could manage after the one they'd had earlier. She never practiced putting her hands on anyone but with Fitz, she'd done so multiple times already. He somehow knew how to ignite passion and anger in her that no one had before but that was no excuse.
When the door opened, he walked out and so did all the guards except Felix and Alesander, the two guards Olivia was most familiar with.
She wasn't sure what Fitz was doing but when she looked through the window he went in the direction of the cars.
Moments later, they prepared to take off again.
It was a long flight back and when they landed it was dark out. She slept for most of the 12-hour flight. The food the attendant brought to her was barely nibbled in between naps.
There was a man who came on the plane, he looked like a customs agent based on his uniform. She saw Felix hand him something that looked like cash and he left.
They were at the airport, though at a runway far from the commercial airliners. When they left the plane, she was immediately taken to a car. They drove for a while.
"Where are you taking me?" Olivia asked Felix.
"The police are going to ask you a lot questions. Don't lie to them about any detail," Alesander said.
"Lying is not really my strong suit," Olivia quipped softly.
"Don't say a word about what happened. Tell them you're afraid to talk and leave it at that."
"Where are you taking me?" she asked again.
"To the edge of the city. Go to the police station first and tell them you want to see your mother."
"I'm not stopping there. I'm going to see my mother-" Olivia insisted.
"That's information you shouldn't know."
"I don't care-"
Felix turned to her, "you're smart so I know you know this is the way it has to be done."
It was true and Olivia begrudgingly accepted that fact.
She did as told and when she was dropped at the edge of the city she made her way to the police station. They asked the same questions repeatedly and she gave the same response, repeatedly. "I want my mom." Eventually, they acquiesced.