“Why would I need a TV for entertainment when I can have this?” I reach out my hand and gently caress her neck, turning her toward me before I press my lips against hers.
Her whole body shivers at my touch, which only makes me want to kiss her more. Deeper. So, I do, and when I finally pull away, all I see are her gorgeous, big eyes staring at me.
I smile weakly. I know she’s not ready to throw her whole life away, which is what she would be doing if she fucked me. I’m not boyfriend material, and Olive is the kind of girl who needs a boyfriend. She’s not ready. Not yet. Not without some liquid courage at least, and even that I’m sure won’t be strong enough to convince her that she wants me to fuck her tonight.
I know women like her. They want commitment, a relationship. They want to be wined and dined first before they fuck. It’s best I stay clear of women like Olive because I would destroy them.
“Can I get you something to drink?” I ask as I start heading for the bar my kitchen.
Olive doesn’t say anything. She just follows me as her eyes continue to look around my condo. When I get to the bar, I pull out a bottle of wine similar to the one that she drank at dinner. I uncork the bottle and then pour us each a glass since I doubt she’s going to tell me her drinking preference when she can barely speak at the moment. I slide the glass over to her where she’s leaning against the counter, still staring up at the ceiling that feels small to me compared to my place in Las Vegas, although it’s comparable to my place in New York.
“What do you do to make all this money?” are the words she finally says when she opens her mouth. Not, How dare you kiss me, or something along those lines. She just continues her thoughts, as if the kiss never happened.
I narrow my eyes as I take a sip of my wine, trying to understand this woman. I slowly set the glass back down. “You’re not ready to know what I do yet.”
She pouts. “What’s that supposed to mean? How could I not be ready to find out what another person does for a living?” She pauses a second and then says, “Unless it’s because you do something illegal. Are you in the mob? Do you kill people for a living?” Olive says, taking a step back.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Her eyes widen, and her soft pink lips fall apart. “You expect me to fuck you without even knowing what you do for a living?”
I sigh. “I don’t think you’re really going to let me fuck you.”
“Then, why am I here?”
I lean forward, inching closer to her, while trying to convince myself to stay back. That this isn’t actually happening and to not get too excited. “Because you’re scared. Scared because the only guy you ever loved cheated on you, broke your heart, and you’re trying to find some answers to make yourself feel better. You think sex with me is that answer, but you’ll never really go through with it—at least, not until you drink a bottle or two of wine first. But, if you do that, I’m not going to fuck you anyway. I don’t have sex with women who are that out of it.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but you’re wrong because the only thing I’m certain about tonight is that you’re going to fuck me,” she says. She glances down at her wine. “And I’m sorry you’re wasting your expensive wine on me because I don’t want any of it. I want you to fuck me, make me forget about my ass of a boyfriend, whom I spent an entire year with.”
I grin.
“What?”
she asks slowly as she looks at me.
“I told you what would happen if you said sorry in front of me. I told you that you’d be punished. And I’m a man of my word.”
8
Olive
Punish me.
Those words keep running through my head as a look on Sean’s face gets more and more serious. I’ve been trying with everything in my power to remind myself not to say I’m sorry since the moment he told me that he would punish me if I did. But all it took was a little bit of distraction, and now, I’m right back into slipping into my old habits. And I’m terrified to find out what kind of punishment he has in mind. I always assumed that the punishment would be sexual in nature. From the look on his face now, I know that it is.
“You’re not seriously going to punish me because I apologized for not drinking what I know is a very expensive wine, are you?” I ask.
Please, God, let him be joking.
I want him to fuck me. I want to feel what it’s like to be with a man with experience, who knows exactly what he’s doing with my body, but I’m not sure I’m ready for any sort of pain first. I’ve never done anything the least bit adventurous when it comes to sex, but I know I don’t like pain. I didn’t even like getting my ears pierced.
“I’m going to punish you, Olive, because it’s the only way for you to learn your lesson. But you’re lucky this time because I think you’re going to enjoy it, too.”
I open my mouth to speak, trying to come up with something to say to keep him from punishing me. But, before I get a chance to say anything more, his lips claim mine. This kiss is different than the first. This time, he devours me without any hesitation. Last time was a test. This time, he doesn’t ask for permission to kiss me. He demands it. And, through his kiss, I forget about any promises of punishment because any level of pain would be worth this kind of pleasure.
He suddenly breaks the kiss, and I gasp like I need him as much as I need air. He grabs hold of my hand and starts pulling me down the hallway on his left.
“I want to show you the reason I’m leasing this place. I like the openness of the main room for guests and parties.” He pulls me further down a long hallway to a door at the end. He stops while he grabs hold of the door and looks at me with a mischievous grin. He turns the knob and pushes the door open. “But this is why I love this condo.”