Chapter 6

Fitz was very good at this sex slave business.

He had come up with a code word. All she had to do was text him the one word and he would know that he needed to make his way to her to…service her.

They had spent a crazy night having sex after he had shown up at her apartment. He had spent hours clouding her senses with pleasure. By the time the sun rose, she knew she was in trouble. They had showered together. They hadn't had sex, they were too exhausted for that. They had just stood in the shower looking at each other, kissing while he gently soaped her down.

It was then she knew. She had known this would happen. She had even vocalized it to Abby.

She was getting attached. She wanted more…she didn't know what; she just wanted more.

She had spent the rest of the week looking at her phone waiting for him to call her. She didn't know why she was expecting a call. He had told her very clearly that he would only show up when she asked him to. She however was to chicken shit to type in three little letters onto her phone.

By Thursday, four days after the sex marathon, she was on edge. She was snapping at people and being an all-around grade A bitch. Finally, Abby, the only person who had the guts to confront her, yelled at her.

"Call the motherfucker and get laid already. Or I swear to god I will call him myself" Abby had walked out of the restaurant where they had been eating dinner and left Olivia sitting alone stewing. She finished her wine...and Abby's and then signaled the waiter.

She ordered a bottle of wine and drank it all within an hour. A brave soul had tried to approach her to ask her if she wanted company but the look she gave him had him scuttling off to safety.

She looked at her phone. He was stored in her phone as F.

She typed out the message but didn't hit send. She took a sip of the last of the wine in her glass. She took a deep breath and pushed send.

Now.

She sat and stared at her phone, not blinking. Five minutes later it vibrated, doing a little dance on the table.

Where?

She sat looking at her phone wondering what to say. What were the rules of engagement for this scenario? Was there sex-slave etiquette she might breech? I sure would hate to be gauche she said to herself sarcastically.

She typed into the phone

You're place.

Why should they only do it at her house? Let him have to wash the sheets for once.

What kind of asshole decides to be a sex-slave? Why couldn't he just ask her out like a normal fucking man. Wasn't she good enough? Edison hadn't thought she was, maybe Fitz was of the same mind….

That last thought hurt. It hurt bad.

You really shouldn't be doing this, her inner logical voice said. You're in a bad mood and spoiling for a fight.

So, she could fight with him, maybe that should be part of his sex slave duties.

Her phone vibrated and an address flashed across the screen.

Huh…she knew the area, very exclusive. Lawyering was obviously working out better for him than her.

She signaled the waiter and asked for the bill, he was about to walk away when she told him to add another bottle of wine to her bill and bring it to her in a bag.

Her mama always told her you didn't go to anyone's house empty handed.

Fitz heard the car pull up to his home. He walked to the door on his bare feet and watched Olivia tumble out of a cab.

Uh-oh. He thought as he watched her struggle to pay the cab driver. He grabbed his wallet and pulled on his running sneakers that were by the door.

He walked up to the driver and after verifying the amount pulled out a one-hundred-dollar bill and sent him on his way.

Olivia stood watching him, holding a bag with a bottle of wine showing through the clear plastic.

She smiled at him "I'm here" she announced with a flourish, throwing her arms out. The gesture caused her to topple and he quickly grabbed her before she hit the gravel.

"You are drunk" he said frowning

"I am not drunk, I am tipsy" she made a grab for the bag and brought it up with a sudden movement, almost hitting him in the face with the bottle. He moved back just in the nick of time. He grabbed the bottle out of her arms before she did some serious damage. It took some trying; she fought him.

"Get your own" she groused.

"Forget drunk, babe. You are trashed"

"I am not" she insisted. Well maybe she was. The wine she had been gulping at the restaurant had started affecting her on the cab ride. She could feel the warmth of the alcohol coursing through her veins. It felt wicked good.

She pulled out of his arms and turned to look at his house.

"Holy shit, is all this yours?" she said looking at the well-lit Georgian style mansion. It was beautiful.

"Oh my god your rich" she said. She walked towards the front door on unsteady feet and let herself in through the open door. Fitz followed close behind, ready to catch her if she fell.

"Wow" she had thought the outside was impressive, but the inside was… spectacular.

"Okay, wait how rich are you? This is some old money shit" she said turning to face him.

"Very rich and yes, it is some old money shit" he said using her language. He saw no point in modesty. Anyone who saw the house could tell.

"See this is the shit I don't understand, why are you wasting your time with me?" she asked walking towards him. She teetered and stopped a few feet from where he stood.

"You can have any number of women, your very good to look at and apparently you have this…so why me?" she said slurring

"What is this Liv, low self-confidence?" he asked in all seriousness

"No, it's me being realistic. I am by no means saying that I am not good enough. I'm just asking a simple question fizz…Fitz. Why me…why"

He walked over and put his hands on her face. She stared at him. He leaned in and kissed her softly.

"I would love to tell you why Liv, but I am not going to do that while you're drunk" he kissed her again.

He pulled back from her mouth and he saw tears in her eyes. He panicked.

"If I am not careful, you're going to take everything from me, aren't you?" she whispered.

"What do you mean Livvie?"

She looked at him and he watched a tear roll down her cheek. She shook her head and moved back wiping her face to hide the evidence of the emotion he had already seen.

"Nothing…I don't mean anything" she blew a puff of air out in attempt to stop the tears that were threatening to pour out.

She turned back to him with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"So, you are cutting into my sex-slave time mister. I say we have a drink and get to it! Where's the kitchen, I need a corkscrew" she walked off in the direction of his bedroom. He watched her realize her mistake and then do a one eighty turn to head off in the other direction.

He followed her while her words played in his head. If I am not careful, you're going to take everything from me, aren't you? He knew what she meant. The same fear kept him up at night.

Fitz walked in while Olivia was opening up drawers looking for a corkscrew. He walked into his pantry and came back and handed it to her. She threw him a humorless smile and worked on getting the damn bottle open.

"Glasses?" she asked. He pointed to the cupboard behind her head and she left the bottle on the counter as she pulled out two stemless glasses.

She poured herself a generous portion and did the same for him. She walked over to where he stood and gave him a glass.

"Salute" she said and sipped the dark rich red wine. It was good.

He stood staring at her as she sipped her wine and after a minute he put his glass down and grabbed hers out of her hand. She started to protest, but he cut her off with a deep kiss. She hesitated for a minute and then wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him back. He pulled her close and continued to explore her mouth, he tasted the wine and he tasted the unique flavor that was Olivia, his Livvie.

He picked her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around him. He walked out of the kitchen, turning off the lights as he walked. He carried her through the house, turning out lights and made his way to his bedroom all while kissing her. When they got to the bedroom he placed her gently on the bed and bent down to take of her heels. Once he had them off, he pulled her up and unzipped her pants. She tried to help him but he stopped her. So, she let him fly solo. He pulled them down and then sat her back down on the bed.

Next was her blouse and then her bra. She sat there in panties waiting for him to do something, anything, but all he did was pick up her clothes and put them on a chair he had by his closet. He turned on the light and disappeared and reappeared a few seconds later with an old worn tee-shirt that had Navy written on it. He pulled it over her head and pulled her arms through it as if she were a helpless child.

He pulled the covers back on the bed and placed her gently inside and pulled them over her. She watched as he disappeared back into the closet and came back out dressed only in boxers. He walked over to her side of the bed and turned off the lamp he had turned on when they had entered the room. He walked around in the darkness and the bed dipped as he got in.

He pulled her into him and she wrapped her arms around him.

"Go to sleep Livvie. We will talk in the morning, okay?" he placed a kiss a top her head. The tears prickled her eyes again but she fought them back. She nodded against his chest and he rubbed his hand up and down her back soothingly. She drifted off to sleep thinking that this didn't feel like anything other than a relationship…then love.

The sun pouring through the blinds woke her up. She was cuddled against something hard. The memories of the previous night came flooding back and she rolled onto her back mortified. What the hell had she been thinking showing up to his house drunk?

"Good morning Livvie" his voice sounded deeper than usual. Gruff, from having just woken up. She looked up at him and saw that he was smiling at her. A genuine smile. Not a get the hell out of my house you drunken lush smile; but a real honest to goodness smile.

He brought his head down and kissed her. She pulled back. She had been drinking. She could only imagine what her breath smelled like!

She jumped out of the bed and went through a door she hoped led to the master bathroom. It did not. She found herself in an exercise room and headed back out. Fitz was on the bed looking amused as he pointed to anther doorway in the bedroom. She smiled at him sheepishly and made a dash for the bath.

She looked at herself in the mirror and yelped. Holy hell, she looked like crap! She looked around the luxurious bath and was gratified to find a linen closet stocked to the nines with everything she needed to look halfway decent. She jumped into his shower that was the size of her apartment and took the quickest shower in the history of man.

She was standing in the bathroom wrapped in a towel when he walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Damn he looked good. Hard pecs, six pack abs, and that trail of hair leading to... well she was quite familiar with what that happy trail led to…

"I need a toothbrush" she said

"Use mine" he said casually

She stood staring at him." I can't to that it's yours…"

"So?"

"It's…"

"Liv, I have heard my tongue shoved into just about every part of your body, I think it's safe to say that I am not worried about catching any cooties" he said frankly.

She stared at him and he sighed. He walked out of the bathroom and came back five minutes later. She stood in the same position he had left her. He handed her brand-new toothbrush still in its packaging.

"I found them in the pantry, Marta my housekeeper must have picked some up "he said. He walked past her dropped the towel and jumped into the shower.

She forgot all about brushing her teeth and just stared for two minutes before she remembered her manners. She quickly brushed her teeth and made her way out of the bathroom. She walked over to the chair where she had seen him place her clothing the night before. No clothes.

He walked out of the bathroom his hair wet. Beads of water on his sexy fucking torso.

"I threw your clothes in the washer I hope that's okay? Should be ready in about two hours" he said and walked back into the bathroom.

Two hours! What the fuck, she needed to leave now! She needed to go home so she could be openly mortified about her behavior the night before.

He came back out rubbing the water off his hair. He threw the towel to the corner of the room and stood facing her with only a towel wrapped around her waist. She stood there with her own towel wrapped around her starting at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Livvie we need to talk" he said

No, she wasn't ready to talk! She didn't think she could bear it right now…

Searching for a way out, she looked to the door and he quickly read her mind.

"Don't even think about it Liv, I would chase you down" he said threateningly.

Okay it was time for plan B. She looked at him…and dropped the towel.

"Fuck, Liv" he said.

She watched as the towel wrapped around his waist tented.

She walked up to him and asked boldly. "Still want to talk Fitz?"

"You're not leaving this house until we've talked Liv" he said firmly. He then picked up off the ground and carried her to the bed losing his towel on the way. It had been four days since they had seen each other, touched each other. Four days that had felt like four hundred days.

He put her down on the comforter and immediately climbed on top of her searching for her mouth. He took it in a hungry kiss. He tasted like toothpaste and Fitz. She had missed him. Missed this.

He ate at her mouth like a man starving and she went toe to toe with him. He moved down to her neck and lower to her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard and grabbed them into his mouth. She enjoyed his ministrations for a while before she pushed him off. He looked at her startled, confused.

"Liv…" he said reaching for her again.

"No, you always get to have your way. It's my turn" she said huskily.

He smiled and looked at her

"You gonna have your way with me Livvie" he asked in mock fear. He turned around and lay back on the bed, his arms behind his dead. His dick pointing skyward.

"Have at it Liv, make me beg"

She didn't like his tone, he sounded completely undaunted. He's making fun of me! That annoyed her. Okay mister, let's see how funny you think I am when I am done with you

She smiled at him confidently a hint of menace behind the smile. His confidence slipped a little, the look in her eyes had him worried. She walked looked at him on the bed and then walked off into his closet and came back with four of his expensive silk ties.

"See you made a mistake a lot of people make around people like me. They take my shyness as a sign of naiveté." She climbed onto the bed gracefully and straddled him, tucking his cock in between her legs, but not letting him in.

She leaned forward and grabbed his left hand tying it to the bed post with one of the ties.

"Now I will admit that I may not have had as much experience as you in the boudoir, but that doesn't mean I can't make you beg, because while you were out there doing…it, I was in here" she pointed to her head "dreaming and fantasizing about all the things I would do when I found the person I wanted to act out all the dirty little thoughts that were going through my mind at night"

She reached for his other hand and tied it down as well "All those times, I laid in my bed and thought about being touched… touching someone" she leaned in and kissed him she pulled back from his lips and kissed her way up to his ear

"All the times I pushed my fingers into myself and fucked myself with my fingers thinking about all the things I could do with that special someone. Hmm."

Fitz watched speechless as she spun around on him and lifted up to tie his left ankle to the bed. The view was spectacular, he could see her pussy glistening as she lifted her ass in the air tying his feet to the bedposts. Fuck he was in trouble.

She finished trying him up and spun around to face him again.

"Can you see me Fitz? Touching myself, making myself come; I get so wet thinking about all the things I want to do, but you know how wet I can get don't you Fitz?" she moved over his cock slowly but never let him in. His hands strained against the restraints. She got up off him and he felt the loss; he looked down at his stomach at the wet spot she had left on him and groaned.

She pulled her phone out of her bag and scrolled through her phone, she found what she was looking for and walked over to his docking station. A sexy beat started to play on the speakers as she climbed back on top of him.

She grabbed a hold of him and milked him hard a few times before placing him inside her body and sliding down. He closed his eyes as he felt that warm channel clasp him. Fuuuuck!

"I love this song Fitz" she moved against him to the beat of the song and paused…when the song paused "It's all about a good girl that knows how to be very…" she rode him to the beat, paused "very bad"

Fitz cursed and closed his eyes. She was killing him. She stopped moving and his eyes popped open "That's right baby, don't take those baby blues off me, you watch…watch. Me. Ride. You." each word was punctuated by a swirling gyration on his cock that had him clenching his teeth.

"Liv…"

She had a wicked smile on her face as she continued to ride him to the beat. She used the song's beat to dictate how fast or how slow she moved. He was in hell. His hips lifted off the bed trying to get her to move faster to get him off…he needed to come bad.

She was so caught up in her little dick teasing dance she never noticed that Fitz constant movement had loosened the spindle on the bed. He groaned loudly and she heard something snap. The spindle on the head board snapped loose and Fitz was free.

He grabbed onto her hips with the free hand and pushed up hard into her body. She screamed at the hard thrust. He was insane with needing to establish a rhythm that would give him the orgasm she had been denying him while she rode him.

He lay flat and reached up to untie his other hand. Once he had both hands lose he moved her off him and loosened his feet. In less than thirty seconds he was on top of her and pushing inside her like a lunatic.

He took no care with her. She had broken his mind and in tandem removed all pretenses of chivalry. He held her down and belabored her, he fucked her hard. The rapid-fire movement of his hips left her senseless. She opened her legs as wide as she could and let him have at her. It was too much. She grabbed a hold of his ass and pulled him in and exploded. This wasn't an orgasm. This was death, she was dying. She clamped down on him. Hard.

He pushed into her one more time hard and shouted out his release. He came and came and came. It destroyed him. He felt helpless to do anything but hold on and try to survive the onslaught. He feared he might not. Liv was still riding the aftershocks of her cataclysmic orgasm when she felt Fitz spurt into her. The burst of warmth turned her on so much she felt anther orgasm start working its way out of her . She screamed again, her nipples pebbling as she moved her hips against him statically.

They stayed like that forever before Fitz was finally able to lift himself off her.

"We broke the bed" she said tiredly. He laughed

"Yes, we did"

He lay on his side and pulled her into his side and they fell asleep again wrapped in each other's arms.