The sharp sting of another slap cracked against me, sharp enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure. I gasped, the sound strangled, but my body clenched tighter, betraying me, begging for more. He fucked me so hard the pleasure ripped through me like nothing I had ever known. Every thrust was deeper, rougher, more consuming until my body couldn’t take it anymore. I had had sex before – but this… this was a whole different level. My soul screamed, my wolf howled, and my body broke apart under him.

Olivia’s POV

But panic flared inside me. My hand shot out, catching his wrist, pulling him back down. “Don’t go.” My voice cracked, my brow furrowing, my whole body still shaking with the aftershocks of him. He froze, his eyes burning into mine. The shadows in his gaze made my chest tighten. He looked torn apart, haunted. “I’m sorry,” he said again, the words breaking. “I lose control… I don’t mean to – but sometimes I go too far.”

Every movement of his body tore me further apart, each thrust carving a command into my skin, into my very bones. I couldn’t hold back the cries tumbling from my lips, couldn’t hide the way my body yielded, clinging to him as though I’d shatter into pieces if he stopped. “Louder,” he growled into my ear, his hand twisting in my hair until my scalp burned. “Let me hear how much you need me.”

I frowned, my chest heaving as I stared at him. But before I could speak, Louis scooped me into his arms. My body was limp against his chest, still trembling, still ruined from what he had given me. He carried me across the room, setting me gently onto the bed as though I might shatter under his touch. “Stay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He started to straighten up, to turn away. “I need to get something–”

The stretch stole my breath, my nails digging into his shoulders as his length filled me once more. My head fell back, a broken moan escaping my lips as every nerve lit up, every part of me crying out in relief. I moved against him, rising and sinking, every motion stealing my breath as his strength surged up to meet me. My body arched, helpless, the rhythm between us raw and consuming, pulling sobs and cries from me that I couldn’t contain.

My toes curled, my body trembling violently as the pressure built, unbearable, devastating. He kissed me hard, rough and desperate, swallowing my cries as his rhythm slammed into that place inside me that shattered all control. Tears spilled hot down my face as the pleasure broke me open. My wolf howled, my soul screamed, and I clung to him with everything I had as the world dissolved. Together we released, and I felt Louis‘ hot cum fill me.

Suddenly he tugged the blindfold away, light flooding my vision, and I blinked up at him. His brown eyes weren’t the same; they had darkened, and he wasn’t himself. He was out of control, but still he looked worried. “Louis…?” My voice shook.

His eyes darkened again, not with guilt this time, but with the fire I craved. “Here?” he rasped, the word rough and almost disbelieving. “Yes,” I breathed, my body already moving, already. I lifted myself and, without hesitation, sank down onto him.

Gasping, I collapsed into his shoulder. He didn’t hesitate – not even for a second. His arms locked around me, holding me, comforting me; keeping me with him. And all I could do was hold on tighter, praying he understood – I wanted this. I wanted him.

His hands fumbled at my restraints, untying me quickly, almost frantically, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me bound. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice rough, broken, mumbling the words over and over. “I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

His jaw tightened, his thumb brushing over my pussy almost hesitantly, as though he needed proof of what my body was already screaming. I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his as I murmured, “I’m angry, you know… you spoiled my fun.” My smile curved through the dampness on my cheeks. “And now, you have to make up for it.”

His brow furrowed, his thumb brushing away the wetness on my cheek, as though he couldn’t believe me. “Olivia…” His voice cracked. I pulled him to the bed, made him sit, and climbed onto him, my soaked pussy settling directly over his semi-hard cock. I cupped his face, staring into his eyes, which had softened back to their normal shade. “You didn’t hurt me, Louis… I cried because the feelings were unlike anything I had ever expected.” I assured him.

When he slammed into me again, he struck something deep inside – my G-spot – and I cried out, the sound raw and strangled as blinding ecstasy exploded through me. My vision blurred, my knees gave out, and I was sobbing as he pounded into me, every stroke tearing me apart and putting me back together. “Louis!” I screamed, my voice broken, pleasure overwhelming. Tears streamed down my cheeks, every nerve inside me begging, burning, clinging to him.

I shook my head hard, choking on a sob. “No.” My fingers curled into his arm. “You’re perfect, Louis. You didn’t hurt me – you… you gave me more than I could take.” My lips trembled into a broken smile. “It was unreal. I’ve never… never felt anything like that.”

Then–suddenly–he stilled. His body froze, his hips pressed tight against me, his breath jagged in my ear. I gasped when he withdrew his cock out of me, my body collapsing against the desk, still trembling, still aching for more. Confusion flooded me, my lips parting under the blindfold. “W–why did you stop?”

His gaze was still stormy, doubt lingering in the shadows, but I wouldn’t let misunderstanding remain. I caught his hand and guided it between my thighs, lifting myself just enough so his fingers brushed against my slick pussy. “See?” I whispered, trembling but steady in my conviction. “I’m still wet. If you had hurt me, if I had been in pain, my body wouldn’t be like this.” A shaky laugh escaped me, tangled with tears. “You didn’t hurt me, Louis – you ruined me in the most perfect way.”

“Please, Master,” I gasped, voice breaking. “Spank me.” The crack of his hand against my ass lit fire across my skin, the sting merging with the pleasure until I thought I’d lose myself completely. His thrusts drove me higher, deeper, tearing me apart and binding me back together with every movement.

A sob burst from me, broken and raw. “I need you, Master – I need you – don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop.” He moaned low, rough, the sound vibrating through me as he drove into me harder, deeper, forcing every part of me to bow beneath him. My nails scraped helplessly at the desk, searching for something to ground me, but there was nothing – only him, only his strength binding me in place, his control pressing down on every breath I took.