Old Lovers

"You will find the love you're looking for in the right man someday, Olivia. But it's not with me."

"If not you, then who? How dare you tell me my heart doesn't know the love I've had for you all this time! It was you, you bastard! You who ripped my heart from my chest! You who took it with you time and again as you left me here, thoroughly fucked, to chase one ungrateful conquest after another! You who even now, denies it's very presence there in your own two hands!" Jabbing her finger towards his empty palms, she rolled her eyes at the dumb look on his face. "Not literally, you ass."

Charles stood there calmly as her emotions took a vast turn against him. She flailed around as she talked, had always been so animated when upset. It was a little hard holding back the grin coming on. The beginning of a smile faded at the next thought. He still had the chance to leave her standing there in the middle of the living room without hurting her anymore than he already had. Inside however, he felt like he was gulping for air, like a fish out of water whose only hope was to submerge back into the depths of its home. It's comfort, it's safety.

"Listen, Olivia. Even if..."

"Even if?" She gawked back at him. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Her temples were starting to hurt with the oncoming headache his fierce denial was causing. "I know you love me, too. Hell, the whole world practically knows it. Apparently everyone but you!"

"Yes, but..."

"Yes, but?! Oh, right. But not like that? But you're too afraid of change? Afraid this will ruin our friendship? Ruin all these amazing memories we have already built together over the past 15 years? Afraid that openly loving me is going to be this horrible fucking thing you can never come back from?"

"Don't be so dramatic."

"Oh my god. Yeah, so I'm angry and hurt, and yelling at you, but you're the one who is choosing to ignore the reason why. I'm laying it all on the line here Charles. Quit being so under dramatic about what we have." She waved her hand back and forth between them as she spoke. "Don't stand there for one more second and act like you're not aching to pull me into your arms, to kiss me like you've never kissed another woman. Like you don't feel that connection between us. Don't..."

"Oh! So now you get to tell me what I'm feeling? I don't fucking think so!" He closed the short distance between them hoping his height would intimidate her. When had it ever intimidated her? Even that was a lie he told himself because he knew how much she loved looking up at him. It was just as big of a turn on to look down into her eyes. And despite his failed attempt at towering over her, she was right. He wanted to do those things to her, craved them, and so much more. Moving closer had been a mistake, one that only illuminated the fire in her eyes. It was like that invisible line between them somehow shrunk, making his ability to make decisions all the more difficult. He heard her breath catch as she stood her ground, and for once, the voice in the back of his head said, 'do it.'

Did he realize how much power he exuded when he spoke, hell, when he pinned her with that look? It was one she'd caught him using when he thought she wasn't looking. Such torment, such anguish. Why, Charles? What are you so afraid of? I'd never hurt you. All I've ever wanted is to please you, to make you happy. Is that asking too much? Question after question choked her into silence. A mere whisper of the things she wanted to say she hoped he saw in her eyes.

"Charles..." She spoke his name so soft he wasn't even sure she'd said it at all. He couldn't take those pleading eyes anymore, and as she tried to look away to hide her sadness, he tilted her head back in his direction and held eye contact.

"You're a woman that should be feared Olivia, you offer too damn much. I don't know that I'm man enough to handle you, man enough to give you what you need." There was a long pause, and he could see defeat begin to sink into her features. "But damn you, I'll try."

She had no time to react, suddenly his mouth was on hers. Then the world shifted and she was on her back, pinned beneath him on the couch. They were a kissing, clawing, biting mess as their fingers ripped at the clothes on their backs. It was just like, but then again, not at all like the times before. Their bodies knew each other as old lovers do, but this time, it was so much more.

He ravaged her mouth, savoring the softness of her lips, the taste of her tongue as it danced with his. He smothered the sound of her moans with more kisses and when they were naked, flustered and drunk on their lust alone, he pulled back to gaze at her.

"What? What's wrong?" Brow creased, she reached up to brush her hair away from her eyes.

"Don't." He stopped her, pinning her hand above her head. "You're the most beautiful, passionate, loving woman I know and I don't know why you're wasting it all on me. But I do, I love you Olivia, and it scares the shit out of me."

"Don't be afraid, you've given me all of those things already.  All I want; all I've ever wanted, is to give them back to you in every possible way I can think of."

He took her free hand, pinning it with the other. "Okay. Then start right now." His eyes darkened, and the man; no, the master she'd succumbed to all those years ago came back with a vengeance. "Now be my good girl and scream nice and loud."

As he drove himself deep inside her, she cried out. "Yes, sir!"

No one had ever filled her so completely, so thoroughly, and every hard thrust of his hips hit that spot until she was a shaking, screaming, mess; thanking him over and over for letting her cum.

Releasing her hands, he curled his fingers around her neck choking her screams as he sped up his pace. Olivia's eyes watered, her face turned pink, then red. But that wasn't what turned him on the most. It was the complete trust, the look of satisfaction, and most of all peace he saw looking up at him. That's what got his dick hard. And just as her eyes began to roll back, his grip loosened. Even her gasping, choking on her own spit, turned him on. Her coughs made her pussy squeeze around his cock and it was almost enough to make him cum too, but he held back.

"You tell me when you're going to come again, understand." It wasn't a question, she couldn't answer as he choked her so she nodded as best she could. They'd worked it out long ago that she'd tap his arm if she was ready and that moment was quickly upon her. When he slowed down, driving deep, pulling almost all the way out, she nearly forgot to give the signal. But when she did, he pulled out, stood up and let her gasp for one more breath, denying her that satisfaction of release.

"Come here." Charles demanded, taking hold of her hair, pulling her roughly from the couch to march her into the bedroom. Shoving her against the bed, he kicked her feet apart and spanked her ass hard. "Stick that ass out. Where are the toys?"

"Dresser, top shelf." Her legs were already shaking, the denied orgasm had her feeling like a tightly wrung spring, so ready to explode.  Face and palms down against the mattress she couldn't bring herself to see what toys he was digging out.

"I think it's time to fulfill some of your fantasies, what do you think?"

The list was endless with possibilities and like a good girl she replied. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

He took out a few of his favorites, her anal plug and the 8" life like cock.

"Open your mouth and get this nice and slick for that tight little ass of yours."

As soon as she saw what it was, the excitement built. She sucked on the plug like it was his cock, and when he was satisfied with her, he began slowly working it in.

"Oh, fuck!" She cried out as the thickest part pushed past the rim. He let it rest there for a moment, spreading her cheeks wide before giving each side an equally hard smack.

"Good girl. Have you been using this one?" He rubbed the cock up and down between her thighs, and she shivered when she realized what was about to happen.

"Yes, sir."

"You like big cocks don't you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Because you're a little whore aren't you? You want two big cocks inside you don't you?"

"Yes, please!" She begged. "Please fill your little whore with two cocks!"

He pulled her hair, arching her back and commanded her to open her mouth, to stick her tongue out. As he shoved it down her throat he said, "Take that dick like it's mine, little whore. I want to hear you gagging."

As Charles fucked her mouth deeper, she did begin to gag, eyes watering again, choking on the cock until she felt like she was about to throw up.

He read her body, knew when she needed to breath and when he pulled the cock from her mouth he was happy to see the trail of spit that hung from it. Spanking her for being so good, and telling her as much, he positioned the toy at her entrance and pushed.

It hurt, at first. She'd never been filled so completely before in her life. In all their play, it had never been this intense. Olivia cried out, ripping at the sheets as she tried to relax against the double penetration. But as he began working the cock in and out of her, she felt the heat deep in the pit of her stomach. Her cries of pleasure turned into scream, and her scream rolled right into an orgasm. Her body spasmed against the bed and he held the dildo in place until her orgasm subsided.

"Bad girl, you didn't tell me you were going to cum."

He spun her around and shoved her to her knees, toys still deep inside her.

"I'm sorry, sir."

He slapped her face, once on each side. Again that look of complete trust and bliss filled her eyes.

"You're damn right you are. Play with that toy. Fuck yourself hard."

With no more instruction, she did as she was told and in the same moment, he shoved his cock down her throat.

Fucking her face hard, he took her by the hair and shoved himself as deep as she would take him, as hard as she would allow.

"Look at me."

Her watery eyes met his, and he finally came undone.

"I love you, Olivia."

She came, and as she gagged, slobbered, and moaned around his dick, he came too. Thick ropes of cum spilled down her throat, so much that it overflowed, dripping from the corners of her mouth.

She took nearly all of it, sucking, swallowing every drop she could manage. When he pulled his spent cock from her mouth, she wiped at her lips to collect the rest, licking her fingers clean under his approving gaze.

Olivia didn't need to say it back, he knew. He'd always known. As he helped her back onto the bed, gently removing the toys, he smiled watching her twitch with the remnants of her orgasm.

"Good girl."

Her eyes drifted shut and she smiled. "Thank you, sir."