Don't we just love when Tipsy Vox just... exists.

Just a reminder that this is dark romance and some things that happen might be questionable. Anyways, enjoy this chapter my needy loves.

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Xavier and I got down from the car and ascended the steps that led to his house, the air around us charged with something intense.

The anticipation of what was about to happen maybe?

Or maybe it was the untamable desire that had buried itself deep in the roots of my entire being which made it hard for me to think straight.

Whatever it was, Xavier seemed to be equally, if not more, affected by it as well.

His eyes roamed over every inch of my body, lingering on my lips which parted on their own accord under his gaze.

His breathing grew heavy and my craving for his kisses, for his touch. For him. Intensified with each fleeting second.

The need to be all over him raged through me.

I decided against acting on whatever I was feeling, determined to make it inside the house first.

Without looking at him, I stretched out my right hand behind me. "The key?"

The warmth of his breath against my neck sent an involuntary shiver through my body. My left hand stilled on the door knob.

The breath hitched in my throat when I turned around and Xavier was mere centimeters away from me.

I hadn't expected him to be so close.

Trying to get a look at his face, I raised my head but was unable to due to the sun.

All I could make out was his hair and his mouth pressed in a tight line.

"Xavier? The key?" I tried again.

I got no response.

Instead, his right arm moved to rest on the door, right next to my head. His left hand cupped my face and his thumb softly ran across my lower lip.

"Olive." My name left his mouth a whisper.

Not baby. Or princess. Or any of the other nicknames he had for me. Just my name. Said with so much raw emotion.

His thumb dragged my lip down a little, his eyes fixed on the movement.

"I've been good." His voice was soft.

The feeling of his rings against my skin distracted me. "Hm?"

"I've been good," He repeated. His hand dropped to my neck, tracing soothing lines. "At least I think I've been good."

"I've been patient. So fucking patient. But you're so beautiful. So perfect. So tempting. I don't think I can keep this up any longer."

He tilted my chin so my eyes met his. I could practically see the internal struggle he was having with himself.

I reached up and cupped his face with one of my hands. He removed his right hand from the door and laced his fingers through my hand on his face, welcoming my touch with a kiss to my palm.

"What do you want, Xav?"

"You."

He rested his forehead against mine, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

"You're in my heart. In my head. In my fucking soul. I'm intoxicated by you."

He kissed my forehead, the touch so soft that my heart brimmed with immense emotion, as if it had embraced the universe itself.

"And I want to prove it to you. Prove that I mean every word. But I need your permission." He brushed a strand of my hair out of my face.

"I need you to deem me worthy of being in your presence. Of touching you. Of loving you."

"Xav,"

His fingers traced the outline of my neck, his eyes hazy as he stared at me.

"Can I be good, baby? Can I be good for you? Worship you like you deserve?"

I hadn't realized Xavier had unlocked the front door until we were stumbling through it, locked in a searing kiss. We barely made it up the stairs and into our room before our hands were all over each other.

One of his hands cupped the back of my neck, protecting my head as he pushed me against the wall. His other hand held onto my waist, his hands rough but gentle against the fabric of the shirt I was wearing.

My right hand tangled in his hair while the other one tugged on his collar, pulling his body closer to mine. A low groan left his lips as I grinded against him.

I took the opportunity to pull away from him and almost laughed at the confused look on his face as he stared down at me.

"What are-"

He made a soft throaty sound when my lips came in contact with the skin just below his ear, his head falling back slightly.

"You like that, baby?" I mumbled, trailing kisses down his neck.

"Fucking hell, princess. Yes." His voice was laced with need.

I kissed his collar bone, trailing my tongue down to his chest that peaked out of the two open buttons on his shirt. "This too?"

He let out a desperate groan, his eyes fluttering closed. My fingers trailed up his chest, tracing small patterns on his skin.

I pulled him closer to me - his nose brushing against mine, our lips centimeters away from each other.

He leaned in, trying to kiss me but I turned my head, causing him to place a kiss on my cheek. He tried again and grumbled when I evaded him yet again.

He stared at me, frustration evident in his eyes. "Princess?"

My free hand traced his body, stopping just below his belt. "You're such a pretty boy, Xav."

I kept my eyes on his as I palmed him through his pants. A whimper left his mouth before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to stifle it.

His eyes fluttered closed when I squeezed. "You're teasing, baby. It's not fair."

My lips brushed his. "I thought you wanted to be good for me?"

He quickly nodded his head, his eyes searching mine. "I'll be so good, princess. I swear."

"Aw, poor baby." I ran my thumb across the length of his dick, sending an involuntary shiver through him. "You want this so bad, don't you?"

He nodded again.

"Tell me, Xavier." I tugged on his chain. "Do you deserve it?"

Xavier's face flashed with confusion but the emotion was gone the second I placed a soft kiss to his lips. I bit his tongue, soothing the sting with mine.

"I asked you a question, Xav."

The next bite was a bit harder. I waited a couple seconds, letting him register the pain before darting my tongue across his and sucking on it, pulling away almost immediately.

He tilted his head adorably, his eyes fluttering as he spoke. "W-What was the question?"

"Do you deserve what you're asking for?" I left feathery kisses down the slope of his neck.

I smiled against his skin when I heard him suck in a breath. "Y-Yes."

"Yeah?" I brushed his hair out of his face, my eyes locked on his blue ones. "You think so, baby?"

"Let me show you." He rasped.

He lowered himself to his knees, his arms snaking around the back of my legs before his hands gripped the back of my thighs.

He brought his face to my thighs, leaving soft kisses on my tight-covered skin just below the skirt I was wearing.

"Let me show you how good I can be for you,"

I grabbed a handful of his hair and titled his head up to meet mine. "Tongue out,"

A smile formed on my lips as his eyebrows drew together. I leaned down and brought my mouth next to his ear, softly biting on it.

"Lick me through my underwear,"

His eyes widened, his cheeks tinted with the lightest shade of pink. The look on his face turned me on even more as I stood up straight.

He adjusted himself on his knees, his hands firm yet gentle against my skin. A smile tugged on my lips as his hands moved higher up my thighs, lifting my skirt in the process.

I ran my fingers through his hair, a small breath leaving my lips when his fingers brushed against my pussy.

He traced a path with his fingers along my inner thigh before he hooked his fingers around the band of the tights I was wearing.

Placing a soft kiss to the inside of my thigh, he looked up at me. "May I take these off, princess?"

"Such a good boy asking for permission." I bit back a smile when his cheeks tinted a darker shade of pink. "You may."

His hands brushed up, skimming along my waist before returning to the band of my tights. Xavier took his time, gently sliding the material of legs.

He left a trail of kisses in his wake, following the movement of his hands. He kissed the inside of my thigh, softly biting before soothing the spot with his tongue.

His eyes were fixed on mine as he dragged the tights down my legs, placing soft kisses above my knees when he needed me to raise them in order to pull them off completely.

His head dipped underneath my skirt and he wasted no time bringing his mouth to my pussy, his tongue running lightly over my covered clit.

I tugged on his hair when his tongue dipped lower, running over my slit. I pushed his face closer, grinding myself into him.

"Like that, baby?" He mumbled against me.

"Fuck. Yeah, Xav. Just like that." I gasped, throwing my head back against the wall.

He grazed his teeth lightly against my clit before pulling away, tearing a soft whimper from my lips.

His hands returned to my legs, his fingers stopping at the waistband of my underwear. He looked up at me, his eyes wide and pleading.

"May I take these off as well?"

A smile snuck onto my face. "Now why would you do that?"

"I want to taste you?"

"Aw but this isn't about what you want." My hand moved from his hair to the side of his face, my thumb running across his bottom lip. "Is it, baby?"

He shook his head and I bit back a smile. "What's this about, Xav?"

"Proving I'll be good for you," He answered, his voice small.

"That's right. You're doing such a good job, love."

His face flushed and his eyes darted away from mine, much to my amusement.

"What do you want me to do?" His voice was soft. "Whatever you want, tell me. I'll do anything. Please princess."

"I want you to fully submit to me."

"You want to be in charge the entire time?"

"That's right."

That caught his attention. His eyes darted right back to mine and he seemed to be debating on how to respond.

"You think you can do that for me, baby?" My tone was softer than before.

"I-" He hesitated. "I don't know if I'll be any good. I've never done that before."

I'm one of his firsts. The revelation permeated the deepest corners of my soul, igniting a whirlwind of emotions within me.

He must've noticed a change in my expression. "But I can try."

"Xavier, I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to-"

"I want to." He said quickly. "I want to try for you."

"Okay, baby." I run my hand through his hair. "We'll try it okay? But we're gonna do something a bit different."

He didn't say anything, waiting for me to continue.

"It's a type of color safe word system. I came across it in one of the books I was reading and I thought we'd try it out. Do you need me to explain how it works?"

"I say green if I'm okay with what's happening and want you to continue. Yellow, if I need you to slow down a bit so I can take a breath. And red when I've reached my limit and want everything to stop. Is that right, princess?"

"That's right, baby. Except this time, when you say red, instead of everything stopping completely, that particular scene will stop. I'll give you some time to gather yourself and make sure you're okay before starting another scene."

"If you reach a point where you can't take it anymore and you want everything to stop completely, you use your safe word." I tilted his chin towards me. "You understand, Xav?"

"Mhm. What's my safeword?"

"You tell me,"

His eyes left mine as he thought for a few seconds before a soft blush tinted the bridge of his nose. "Candy."

I smiled, fully aware of the reason he had chosen that particular word. The fact that it had been almost a year since we spoke cemented a single thought into the back of my head.

I needed to restock his candy closet.

"Okay. You ready?" He nodded, waiting for me to tell him what to do next. "Alright then, baby."

"Take off your shirt and kneel by the foot of the bed."

He stared at me for a couple seconds and a smile played on my lips. "Something wrong?"

He shook his head as he got off his knees. He took off his shirt and tossed it in a corner of the room before heading to the foot of the bed, moving to his knees one again.

My eyes focused on the tattoo he had just above his heart. A strange wave of relief coarse through me knowing that he still had it.

"I'll be right back. Try not to move, okay sweetheart?"

"Princess-"

I wasn't able to hear the rest of his sentence as I walked out the room, heading down the hallway to the familiar room at the end of it.

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I needed her.

I needed her so fucking bad.

I needed her like I needed to breathe.

The ache in my chest mirrored the intensity of my longing for her, a yearning so deep that it threatened to consume me entirely.

And being in this room without her was driving me fucking insane.

For in her absence, I felt as though I was suffocating; drowning. In the vast expanse of emptiness that only she could fill.

But there was nothing I could do about it.

She told me to remain on my knees and wait for her and that was exactly what I was going to do.

The sound of the door opening caught my attention and I fought the urge to look at her. She had told me not to move and in that moment, every part of me wanted to please her.

The steady rhythm of her heels striking the floor echoed through the barely furnished room, each step reverberating within me like a ripple of electricity.

With every step she took, a shiver coursed down my spine, the sound seeming to hold a magnetic pull over my senses.

Her heels came into focus as she stopped in front of me, her fingers brushing against the side of my face before curving around my jaw, bringing my gaze to hers.

"Good job, baby. You did just as I asked. You're such a good boy, aren't you?"

My eyes darted to her free hand where she held some rope. Confusion swept over me like a sudden gust of wind as my eyes returned to hers.

"We're gonna need rope?" I questioned.

"And a few other things I've kept away for later. Don't worry your pretty head about it. Let me do all the thinking today, okay baby?"

Her voice carried an unexpected complexity; calm yet laced with a subtle edge that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Okay." My voice was smaller than I had anticipated it to be.

Her gaze landed on the bed, then moved to the rope in her hands before returning to me, an eager smile now evident on her face.

"I need you on the bed with your arms above your head."

I moved quickly to my feet, doing just as she asked. With a subtle tilt of her head, her lips curved into a pleased smile.

"So eager to make me happy, huh sweetheart?"

She already held sway over every fiber of my being- my entire existence. But when she spoke to me like that, I couldn't help but long to do everything in my power to please her.

She walked over to the right side of the bed and I watched as she tied one end of the rope to a corner of the head board.

"Such a good boy lying there all pretty for me, just like I asked." Her words distracted me.

I hadn't realized she had bound my hand with the rope until she began heading to the other side of the bed, doing the same thing with my other hand.

She stepped back, admiring her work. The ropes were soft against her skin so no matter how long I was tied up, my wrists wouldn't hurt.

Which told me all I needed to know; I was going to be here for a while.

Her eyes greedily took in each inch of my exposed chest, darting down to my abs before lingering on my dick.

"Like what you see, princess? Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"So cocky," Her voice was barely audible.

She rubbed the inside of her cheek with her tongue. Her mouth upturned with a smile that almost begged me to keep talking.

With her eyes fixed on mine, she straddled me. Propped herself up with her hands against my chest, while adjusting herself to ensure that she was comfortable.

"I'm going to have to change that,"

Each attempt to readjust herself meant her pussy rubbed against my dick. Small torturous movements that were driving me to the brink of madness.

A small groan slipped past my lips, giving voice to the desire I was fighting so hard to control. The sound encouraged Olive even more, her movement becoming slower and more deliberate.

"Baby-"

She leaned down, her face stopping a few inches from mine. The feel of every part of her body against me heightened as she pressed herself even closer to me, inadvertently pushing her tits in my face.

"Don't baby me now. What happened to the big tough Xavier a few seconds ago?" Her mouth hovered over mine.

"Kiss me." The words left my mouth without me realizing.

She tilted her head so her lips were now hovering over my ear. "This is going to be fun."

Her teeth grazed my ear before she pulled away, returning herself to her former position. Her hands remained on my chest as she began moving.

Only this time, it was torturously slow and the contacts with my dick were light, barely a whisper before they were gone again.

She focused on grinding herself on my thigh instead. Soft moans tore through her lips when she slightly brushed up against my dick.

"This is torture, baby."

I groaned in disappointment when she returned to grinding on my high, the feel of her soaked pussy on my thigh barely registering.

"I haven't done anything yet." She informed me.

Despite how hard she was trying to control her voice, I could tell that her teasing was affecting her as much as it was me.

"Princess," I tried again.

A whimper left my lips when she increased the force at which she was grinding on me. She threw her head back, soft noises leaving her lips.

She steadied herself on my chest with one hand while the other moved to her clothed pussy. Her brown eyes returned to me as she rubbed herself slowly, her moans growing needier and more desperate.

She was going to cum. Her legs shook in that delicious way it did whenever she was about to.

"X-Xav,"

The sound of my name against her tongue left her mouth going straight to my dick. I was so fucking hard now it was painful. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from it, despite it being trapped against my boxers and pants.

I bucked my hips up, trying to create some sort of friction between the both of us. That only brought a frown to her pink lips, the look on her face stilling my movements.

I struggled against the bindings, looking for an easy escape. The attempt procured no results. I couldn't find a single spot on the rope that would easily come undone by one pull from my hand.

The last time she had me tied up was with a belt. After I had gotten reckless during a mission. I could've easily escaped.

All I had to do was unfasten the clasp in one quick move and the entire thing would've come off before she even realized what was happening.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that or actually do anything though. She was so proud of herself, convinced I wouldn't be able to get out of the bindings.

"You didn't think I'd make it that easy for you, did you?" Sultry perfection reached my ears, a small laugh following.

Not allowing me time to respond, she shifted her weight so that she was now sitting on my dick. The thin piece of lace that made up her underwear and my pants were the only thing that separated us.

"Can I get a kiss, baby? Please?" I mumbled.

She leaned down, her tongue darting out to lick my bottom lip. "Not quite yet, Xav."

The way her face scrunched with pleasure as she grinded against me had me struggling against the ropes yet again, despite knowing I wasn't going anywhere until she untied me.

Frustration no longer explained what I was feeling.

Each moment I spent bound amplified the ache within me, this longing for her. The very essence of my being was yearning for her.

"That look on your face, Xav. I can't-"

Her words were cut off with a soft whimper, her legs shaking at the force of her orgasm ripping through her.

"Princess," I groaned, feeling her cum on my dick through my pants.

She finished riding out her high and stroked her fingers through my hair. "What color are we at, amore?"

My eyes fluttered closed at her touch. "Green." I paused for a minute. "Let me touch you, baby."

Her mouth slightly parted as the aftershocks of her orgasm dissipated. She stared at me for a few seconds before a lazy smile tugged on her lips.

"You wanna touch me, Xav?"

Her eyes never left mine. Even as I nodded, scared that my voice would betray me.

Both her hands moved to her hair, her fingers running through her dark tresses. My eyes locked on her hands as they traveled lower, gliding down her hair.

They stopped when they reached the point where her neck and shoulder met. "Here?"

Her hands began moving again, trailing down her soft skin before stopping at her tits. "Or here?"

My hands fought against their restraints as her hands cupped her tits. My attention moved to her nipples which were visible through the sheer fabric of the shirt she was wearing.

I burned with the desire to trap them in my mouth. Torturing her with my teeth and tongue until she cried

I wanted to touch her.

I fucking needed to.

"Please princess." My pleas only encouraged her, a moan escaping her lips as she squeezed her tits.

"What are you saying please for, baby?" She trailed down her sides, stopping at the waistband of her skirt. Her eyes darted to mine.

"Ti prego lascia che ti tocchi," I tugged at the restraints again. "O toccami." (Please let me touch you) (Or touch me)

A small smile graced her lips. "What if I want to touch myself?"

Her hands disappeared under her skirt, her face twisting in pleasure.

"Wanna watch me make myself cum, Xav? Is that something you'd like to see, amore?" Her voice was nothing more than a whisper.

I groaned, unable to do anything else. "Prego, principessa."

"You're such a good boy saying please."

She lifted herself off me and got off the bed. Making sure that I was watching, she removed her skirt with an elegance that only she possessed. Tossed it to some part of the room.

Then repeated the action with the body suit she wore, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. She climbed back up the bed, her hands met the waistband of my pants.

"May I take these off, love?" Her voice would be my undoing.

"Please," I croaked out, powerless when it came to her and what she wanted.

She undid my belt, letting it drop to the floor. I aided her, lifting my hips up as she dragged down my pants and to some corner of the room, leaving me in just my underwear.

My eyes followed her as she headed to a corner of the room where she had dropped off the other stuff she had gotten earlier.

She returned to the bed, holding a knife.

She straddled me again, this time seating herself higher on my body. A couple inches above my dick - on my abs, to be specific. The knife lay on the bed as well, away from us but still within her grasp.

All she had to do was lean over a bit in order to take it into her hands.

"Please kiss me, baby. " I needed her lips on mine like I needed oxygen to breathe. "Please."

"I don't think you've earned it quite yet, Xav."

Her legs were spread out, giving me a perfect view of her pussy. My dick strained against the material of my underwear when she leaned back and propped herself with her hand on my thigh.

Her other hand trailed down her front, teasingly squeezing her tits before continuing down, stopping when she reached her pussy.

I could see just how wet she was. The wet spot on her underwear clearly visible from her position on top of me.

The softest sound left her lips when her finger brushed against her slit. "I'm so fucking wet, Xav." A groan was my response.

"Want me to cum all over your chest, Xav?" She asked and I immediately nodded my head. "Try not to make a sound for me, okay?"

I could only nod again. I watched helplessly as she pulled her underwear to the side, her middle and ring finger sinking into her drenched pussy almost instantly.

The lewd sound that reverberated through the room had me pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

Don't make a sound.

My actions encouraged her, her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy faster and faster until wet sounds and her whimpers filled the room.

I bit my lip harder, trying to keep as quiet as possible. But Olive was intent on making this hard for me; as if it hadn't been hard enough.

Without stopping her fingers, she moved up on my chest, until she was mere inches away from my face. Her fingers rocked in and out of her pussy.

She occasionally stopped to rub on her clit, slapping it a few times before continuing to finger herself. The slightest tilt of my head would bring my mouth to her pussy.

"You look so needy, baby." She panted, grinding against her fingers. "You wanna lick me up, isn't that right, Xav? To eat me till I cry?"

Copper. The taste was present on my tongue.

Realization dawned on me - I had bitten my lips so hard that they were now bleeding.

I felt blood trickle down my lips. Olive's eyes fixed on the movement, her mouth parting slightly as she came all over her fingers, my name leaving her lips as chants.

"I made a mess." She mumbled. "Will you help me clean up Xav?"

"Amore, please." I begged, not knowing what it was I was asking for.

She brought her fingers to my mouth, smudging the blood across my lip. I was about to speak again when she stuck her fingers in my mouth, giving me the grace of tasting her.

"Suck." One single command that sent shockwaves straight to my dick, making me harder than I already was.

Immediately, I wrapped my tongue around the two fingers in my mouth. Sucking, licking and lapping up her cum from them.

I ran my tongue between the two fingers causing her to gasp with delight. She retreated her fingers from mine only to put them into hers, sucking on them before removing them a second later.

Her lips met mine before I could even register that she had moved. Her soft lips playfully nipping at mine, leaving feathery kisses along the sides of my mouth but never actually kissing me.

"Baby," I whined. "Please."

"What color, Xav?"

"Green."

She smiled against my mouth. Before biting down hard on my bruised lip. More blood dripped down my lip. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue soothing the spot where she had bitten me.

She sucked on my lips before repeating the action, her tongue running over my even more bruised lips once again.

"You'd bleed for me?" She asked, her eyes fixed on my lip.

"Il mio cuore, darei la mia vita per te in un battito di cuore." My eyes never left hers as I spoke. (My heart, I'd lay down my life for you in a heartbeat.)

Her eyes softened. "It's been a while since I've heard that name."

I managed to shrug despite being in restraints. "Thought I'd bring it back."

My eyes searched her face, taking in every freckle and every beauty mark. The way her pretty skin flushed at my words for the slightest second before it was gone again, her attention moving to my impossibly hard dick.

"This looks like it hurts," Her hand wrapped around me, tearing a throaty sound from me. "It feels even worse."

She flashed me an innocent smile as she squeezed me. "Does it hurt?"

"So fucking bad."

"Poor thing. Want me to take care of it for you, baby?" Her voice was laced with false sympathy but I couldn't bring myself to care.

"Yes, princess. I fucking need you to."

One of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows shot up and I felt myself shrink beneath her gaze.

"Please," I added, realizing that was what she was waiting for.

She hummed in approval, her hand moving up my dick briefly before she pulled away completely.

A whimper left my mouth at the loss of contact. Her lips curled with the shadow of a smile as her fingers brushed against me yet again, the touch gone before I could even register it.

Another sound escaped from my throat, her pussy throbbing against my skin as a response. She studied my face for a few seconds before tearing her gaze away from mine.

She leaned over and grabbed the knife before climbing off me completely. Before I could ask what she was doing, she moved to the bed, climbing on before settling herself between my thighs.

Her soft hand met the skin of my legs as she tapped me. Her fingers traced the imprint of my dick against my boxers.

"Can I take these off, Xav?" She asked.

I could only nod, unable to process anything else at the moment. A smile was her response as she placed the handle of the knife in her mouth. She held it between her teeth and in one quick movement, she had my boxers on the floor somewhere in the room.

She returned the knife to her hand, her gaze fixed on my hard dick. Her eyes tracked the pre-cum leaking out of it.

The knife was brought closer to my dick; mere inches away. Her eyes flickered with intrigue as they met mine.

"Color, baby?"

She hinted at a chance for escape. But my thoughts, clouded by her intoxicating presence, refused to heed the warning whispers of reason.

The tip of the knife lightly grazed the tip of my dick, the touch nothing but a fleeting stroke. Yet it sent shivers through my entire body.

I shut my eyes, unable to hold back the moan that escaped my lip. "Green," I forced out.

As my gaze met hers, a spark of pride ignited in the depths of her brown eyes, reflecting that she was pleased with my decision.

The warmth of her smile spoke volumes, an unspoken approval that had me trying to hide my flushed face from her.

The attempt to do so was tilled by the rope that bound me to the bed frame. Her giggles graced my ears.

"You're so cute," She told me. "Try not to squirm, okay?"

My nodding was stilled halfway when I felt the tip of the knife against my sensitive skin again. It wasn't sharp enough to break skin from light grazing. The cold metal against my dick was enough to have me moaning, longing for more.

I attempted to buck my hips up, desperate for more but her perfectly manicured hand on my squeezing my thigh, stopped my movement.

"You could hurt yourself, amore." She warned, pressing the knife deeper into my skin. "You don't want that, do you baby?"

"N-No." I mumbled.

"Such a good boy,"

She swirled the knife around the tip of my dick before trailing it down the entire length. The sensation made me impossibly hard. The knife continued on its path, sweeping down my dick before stopping just above my v-line.

Olive now hovered over me. One of her hands held her up while the other held the knife. My mouth parted in a gasp when she softly pressed the knife into the skin of my lower abdomen, hard enough to break skin.

Her eyes darted to mine quickly and I could tell she was silently asking if I was still okay with what was happening.

"Green, baby."

"You're so pretty when you bleed for me, Xav." She mumbled, her eyes fixed on the blood.

"Baby, please." I whined. "I- Please- This isn't fair-"

Her eyes locked on mine as she brought the knife to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick my blood that had tainted it.

I moaned, unable to control myself. "Princess,"

Her eyes softened a bit. "Is it getting too much, huh love?"

I nodded, a frown tugging my lips.

"I'll make it better baby, don't worry."

The knife clattered to the floor somewhere while she moved herself so she was kneeling in front of me, her mouth inches away from my dick.

Her fingers traced the veins along my dick, her tongue following along tearing a whimper from my lips. The teasing touches made it hard for me to think.

I wanted her. Fuck. I wanted her so bad.

Before I could complain, my dick was in her mouth. The feeling of being in her mouth alone brought me dangerously close to the edge.

Her moan reverberating against me had me ready to cum. She took me out of her mouth, licking along my length.

"I almost forgot how big you are, Xavier." She mumbled before putting me back in her mouth.

She made quick work of me. Licking and sucking the fuck out of me. The parts of me she couldn't fit in her mouth were taken care of by her hands.

She took me out of her mouth again. This time she leaned back and spread her legs, giving me a clear view of her pussy.

She moved her underwear to the side, revealing just how much she was enjoying teasing me. With one hand on my dick, she rubbed it against her pussy.

Her moans filled the room as she rubbed my dick against her sensitive clit. She continued down, gathering her juices with my dick.

When she felt that she had drenched me enough, she fixed her underwear and knelt down again, returning my dick into her mouth.

The action sent me off the edge.

Immense pleasure built within me and I was seconds away from spilling my load down her pretty fucking throat.

"I- fuck. Baby. I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna- fuck I'm gonna cum." She quickened her pace, my words encouraging her.

"I'm going to fucking cum. I'm going to cum if you don't stop, baby." I warned, my eyes fluttering closed. "I'm going to- Oh fuck. I'm cumming. I-"

My eyes shot open as I felt her begin to slow down. The lazy smile imprinted against her lips told me all I needed to know.

"No. No. No. Please. Please, baby. Please. Keep going. Please. I'm so close. I need it. Keep going, please. No. Fuck. Don't stop." I whined as her mouth left my dick.

I struggled against the restraints, writhing and thrashing like an animal.

"Problem, Xav?" She smiled, licking her lips.

"This isn't fair." I repeated for the millionth time today. "This is torture."

Instead of responding, she brought my dick back to her lips. She licked me lazily, pumping me with her hand at the same time.

I bucked my hips up, desperate for her.

"You want more, baby? Is that it?" She asked.

"Please,"

She ran her tongue down my length one more time before taking me completely into her mouth. Both her hands wrapped around my dick, pumping me as she sucked me off.

With each pump of her hands, she quickened her pace, bringing me back to the edge within seconds.

"If you don't want me to cum, you gotta slow down baby. I-I'm really sensitive."

The burn of desire settled deep within me and I could tell I was about to cum again. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the ecstasy of the moment.

It was hell trying to make myself last as longas I could take it because I could not fucking take it.

I wanted to cum right there and then, but I knew she wouldn't like it if I did.

I need to be good for her. Anything for her.

"It's too much. I can't. I can't take it anymore. If you keep- If you keep going baby, I'm going to cum. Fuck. I'm gonna cum so deep inside of you."

She sped up, taking me deeper and faster in her throat. Her hands worked the parts of me she couldn't get into her mouth, skillfully.

"Can I- Can I cum for you baby? Please? Please just let me cum. Please."

I felt myself standing dangerously at the edge. My load would be trickling down her pretty throat in a matter of moments. My hands curled into fists against the restraints as she hollowed her mouth.

I was close. So close. Just a couple seconds and-

"No. No. No. No. No. Please, baby. No." I felt tears prick the back of my eyes.

She stopped moving completely, my dick retreating from her mouth with an obscene sound that echoed through the room.

"What were you saying, baby?"

I huffed, desperately blinking back tears. A smile emerged on her face when she asked again and I refused to answer.

"You don't wanna talk to me?" Her hand began pumping my dick again, going slow while she stared at my face.

I bit my lip, determined not to give her the satisfaction of hearing me .

"Keep that same attitude, amore. Okay?"

That was the only warning she gave before my dick was completely in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.

My nails dug into my palms as she tormented me with her tongue, swirling and licking and sucking on my dick. Her hands roamed my legs, leaving teasing touches.

A whimper threatened to escape my lips when her teeth lightly grazed me. The sound came out a strained grunt instead.

She removed my dick from her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she moved her head to the base of my dick.

Her tongue flattened against my base, giving my one long, slow lick before swirling around my tip. And just as quick as her touch had come, it was gone.

I watched as she climbed off the bed and headed over to the mini fridge, grabbing a cup full of ice. Before climbing back on the bed, she took off her underwear and bra, sure to make a show of it. She tossed her bra somewhere in the room but carefully placed her underwear on the bed next to us.

My eyes zeroed in on the tattoo just above her heart. The one that I thought she had gotten removed. She noticed me staring and her face tinted a light shade of red but she didn't comment on it.

The cup of ice was next to her as she positioned herself between my legs, lying down yet again. Her pussy was spread out in front of me, my gaze zeroing in on how soaked she was.

I couldn't do anything as she grabbed an ice cube and ran it down her slit, soft whimpers escaping her throat. Her free hand grabbed my dick, rubbing it against her along with the ice.

The cold from the ice combined with the wetness from her pussy had me ready to cum all over again. I made a muffled sound and she stopped for a few seconds, her perfectly shaped eyebrow arching.

"Uh uh, baby. You gotta stay mad and quiet, remember?"

The smile on her face revealed that I wouldn't last much longer. Her actions that followed her sentence confirmed it.

With one hand still wrapped around my dick and one rubbing ice along her pussy, she brought my tip to her entrance, putting me in for a second before pulling me away.

A moan I was so desperately trying to prevent from being heard rose up my throat. It was released when she slapped my tip against her clit, the sound breaking all of my restraints.

"A-Amore, please."

She returned to kneeling and ran her tongue along the side of me. "You're-"

I gasped when she put me into her mouth. "I'm getting harder. I know, princes. I can't help it."

She hollowed her cheeks and began sucking me off like she hated me. Her hands joined in, bringing me to the edge yet again.

"W-Wait. Wait. Wait, baby. Please. You can't go that fast."

Her eyebrow rose at the last statement, taking me in deeper than before until I reached the back of her throat.

"N-No. You can. You can, baby. I'm sorry. I just- can't take it." A gasp interrupted my pleas. "If you don't slow down I'm gonna cum. Please let me cum."

"Please, please. Please. Ple- No." Tears pooled in my eyes as she began to slow down. I could feel her smile against me. "No. Please, no princess. Please. No. Keep going- fuck. No."

I threw my head back in frustration, shutting my eyes tight as she removed me from her mouth again, stopping me from reaching the climax I so desperately craved.

"Y-Yellow." I whispered.

She immediately stopped, her entire attention moving to me. "You okay, Xav?"

I shut my eyes, fighting back tears. "Could you take o-out my hands, p-please?"

She nodded and climbed off the bed, taking out my hands from the restraints and kissing both of them before placing a kiss on my forehead.

"You're doing so well, amore. I'm so proud of you." She whispered.

"I can keep going," I told her, craning my head for a kiss.

She leaned down, pressing her lips to mine before pulling away. "You sure you don't need a couple more minutes, love?"

"I'm sure."

She nodded and climbed the bed, retaking her previous position. Without giving me time to register anything, she took me into her mouth again. Skillfully working me and bringing me back to the edge.

And again, she stopped right before I was about to come.

"B-Baby," I cried, the tears in my eyes threatening to spill.

My fists curled around the sheets, desperately trying to control myself.

She sighed, shaking her head. "What did I say about being quiet, Xav?"

Reaching over, she grabbed her panties that she had kept there, her eyes darting back to mine.

Arousal flooded through me as I realized what she wanted to do. "You want to gag me?"

"Squeeze me between your legs if you want me to stop, okay?"

That was all she said before putting her panties in my mouth. Her smell invaded my senses, putting me in a state similar to reaching cloud 9.

Her traitorous acts comminuted and like she had been doing all night, she stopped right before I was going to finish. She repeated this several more times.

Each time, she took a new ice cube and using it to aid in my torture. She only stopped now because she had run out of ice cubes.

I had tears streaming down my face, unable to control the series of groans and moans that let out after she had removed her underwear from my mouth.

Olive climbed up the bed, stradling me and holding herself up by placing both hands on my chest. Her soaked pussy grinded against my dick and I moaned in response.

"Y-You're killing me, baby." I mumbled, tears still falling down my face.

She leaned forward, bringing her mouth to the shell of my ears.

"And I'm enjoying every second of it."

She grinded faster against me and I felt like I was going to explode. Like I would combust from the inside out.

"Can I please cum now?" I sniffled.

I was met with no response. Instead she quickened her pace and began leaving kisses on my body, her tongue trailing the paths.

"I-It's too fast, baby. I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming-"

She stopped moving and a desperate cry left my lips, my head falling back. "Please, princess. Please."

She started grinding against me again, giving me a perfect view of her pussy as she played with her clit.

I felt myself get close to the edge again. The next question she asked verified the fact that she knew when I was close and when I wasn't.

"Are you gonna be a good boy, Xav?"

"Yes." I mumbled. "I'll be a good boy."

I felt her begin to slow down and immediately panic, desperate to reach the edge.

"I'll be a good boy. I'll be a fucking good boy. I promise, baby. Can I cum now? Please? Please baby, I can't- Baby,"

My voice broke on the last word when she stilled yet again. More and more tears streamed down my face which I tried to hide with my hands. Her soft hands reached for mine, taking them away from my face.

"I want to see you,"

"This isn't fair, baby." I told her.

"You gotta hold it, Xav." Olive frowned, pressing a kiss to my neck.

"I'm trying to, baby; I really am but I can't. I'm going to explode." She continued to grind on my dick bringing back that flurry of sensations felt.

"Fuck. I'll do anything. Whatever you want. Please, just let me cum."

"Yeah? You want that, Xav?"

Her thighs were beginning to clench and her head thrown back as she lost herself in the feel of me.

"I need it. I need to cum. I need it so bad, baby please."

I was so full, ready to burst at any moment, my arms gripping the sheets, trying to be good for her and last a little longer. She slowed down again and I almost screamed, the continuous edging now becoming too much for me.

"P-Please. M-Mommy."

I felt her wetness drench me even more as the words left my lips, her pussy wrapping around me tighter. She stared at me for a few seconds before a small smile spread across her face.

And before I knew what was happening, her tight pussy was wrapped around my dick.

"You want me to ride you, baby? Want Mommy to make you feel all better?"

"P-Please," I sniffled. "U-Use me."

"Fuck, Xav." She cursed, tilting her head back as she bounced on my dick.

She sped up, bringing me to the edge quickly before slowing down.

"D-Don't tease m-me anymore, you can't do that."

"I can't?"

"N-No. No. You can. I'm sorry," I rushed, trying my best to prevent her from stopping again. "Y-You can do whatever you want, baby. I belong to you."

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""I'll be good for you, baby." His chest heaved as he stared up at me, desperate for any sort of relief. "I'll be so good for you, please."

"What are you asking for, Xav?"

"Let me touch you." He whined, tears running down his face.

"Is that the best you can do? I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me."

My hands brushed against him and he whimpered, his eyes fluttering closed.

"P-Please. I want- need to touch you. Please, amore mio. I need it so bad." He gasped. "I wanna make you feel good. So good. Please let me do that, m-mommy."

"Please." He repeated the word over and over again as I trailed my hands down his body.

He was going to cum. I could see it in the way he held his lip between his teeth and the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

After edging him so much, I was surprised he didn't cum the second I put him in. But I knew Xavier and he wanted me to cum first.

He made it his mission that I always came first before him and by the looks of things, he was so close to breaking that.

"Such a needy boy. You want mommy to cum that bad?" I teased, picking up my pace.

"Make me feel good, baby." A gasp followed my words.

He wasted no time bringing his hands to my body, touching and squeezing everything and anything that he could.

He lifted me by my ass and repositioned me so that he hit that delicious spot that had me seeing stars every time I bounced on him.

"Yes, yes please. Please fuck me. I need to feel you. Please, please." He chanted as I rode him.

"I can't take it. Fuck, I'm so close." His eyes fluttered closed.

"You wanna cum together, baby? I'm right there. Just a bit more."

"Please baby. Cazzo. I need it."

"I'm cumming, Xav." I moaned, feeling myself reach the edge. "X-Xav,"

"Olive, fuck. Yes, baby. I'm- I'm cumming. I can't- fuck."

His head tilted back, his lip tucked underneath his teeth. A moan left my lips at the sight of him like that and seconds later, an intense amount of pleasure shook my core as I came,

Stars dotted my vision and I chanted Xavier's name as he helped me ride out the orgasm. At the same time, I felt his dick twitch inside me, the feeling of being impossibly full resonating within me seconds later as he came.

Xavier carefully pulled out of me, laying me down gently on the bed. He kissed my lips, then my cheek and forehead, telling me how good I did before heading to the bathroom to run a bath for us.

Wasn't I the person supposed to be comforting him?

A sudden feeling of guilt and sadness evaded my senses, tears blurring my vision. He walked back into the room with a towel draped around his waist.

In his hands he had held a small damp towel and a bottle of water. "Let's get you cleaned up, baby. I'll grab us some snacks as soon as we're done with our shower."

He headed towards me and knelt down at the foot of the bed. "You think you can get up, princess?"

I sat up, turning towards him while trying to wipe away my tears but his hands stopped mine, worry clouding his face instantly.

"What's wrong, amore?" His eyes searched mine. "Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, more tears falling down my face despite him trying to brush them away.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. "I could've hurt you. Y-Your hands are they sore? I was in charge and I couldn't even check on you and-"

"Oh, la mia bambina. Vieni qui." He gathered me into his arms, remaining on the floor.

(Oh, my baby. Come here)

I sniffed, trying to wipe away my tears. "I don't k-know what's wrong with me."

"You're dropping, sweetheart." One of his hands ran through my hair while the other rubbed soothing patterns on my back. "You didn't hurt me, baby. I'm perfectly fine, okay?"

"B-But I was in charge this time."

"You're having a dom drop, amore. It's like a sub drop except the person in charge experiences it and deals with feelings like fear, sadness and-"

"Guilt." I whispered, looking up at him.

"That's right, pretty girl. You did everything perfect. Don't doubt yourself for a single second, okay?"

"But you've never dropped." I pointed out.

He wrapped his hands under my legs which were around his waist before standing up and heading to the bathroom.

"I did the first time."

He held me up with one hand, the other undoing the towel he was wearing before entering into the bath which was filled with bubbles.

"It's normal, baby. It happens. Some people drop immediately after a scene and others drop days later. Some people don't even drop at all."

I nodded, sniffling as I played with his hair. He busied himself with washing my hair, being careful with my eyes and face.

He rinsed my hair and then moved to washing my body while I did the same for him. His fingers worked carefully against my skin, a giggle leaving my lips when he tried to kiss me with bubbles on his mouth.

He reached my chest and brushed his fingers along my tattoo. "It's beautiful,"

I knew he wanted to ask a ton more questions about why I decided to keep it and I was grateful he had said that instead.

I ran my finger along his. "I like yours too. It's very pretty."

The smile that appeared on his face at that moment made me grateful that I had in fact kept the tattoo.

"Je t'aime." He whispered against my lips. (French: I love you)

"Ti amo di più." I pressed my lips to his. (Italian: I love you more)

"Impossible," We mumbled against each other's lips.

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