“Who do you belong to?” he repeated.

She didn’t move.

He bent over her.

“Olivia, who do you belong to?”

Sneak attack, she reached out a hand and cupped his balls.

That felt so fucking good, he bit his lip to bite back his groan and again smacked her ass with the paddle.

He heard her whimper into the covers. The good kind of whimper. The kind of whimper she made that he felt in his cock.

“Who do you belong to, baby?” he asked.

She gently massaged his balls.

Christ.

“Who do you belong to, Livvie?”

She slid her knees farther out on the bed.

Christ.

He ran the edge of the paddle between her legs.

Her entire bottom half started trembling.

“Who do you belong to?” he pushed, still stroking her.

She strained her ass up farther.

He gave her what she was asking for and again paddled it.

“Yes,” she whispered.

Fuck yes.

“Who do you belong to?”

Nothing.

He swatted her.

She slid her hand up, wrapping her fingers around his cock.

No, she didn’t play fair and he fucking loved it.

“Who do you belong to, baby?”

She stroked him.

He gritted his teeth and spanked her. And again. And again.

She twisted her head around in his hold, lifting her eyes to his.

“You, Nicky, I belong to you.”

“Cock, Liv, now,” he grunted, letting her neck go.

She twisted at the waist instantly. Keeping her ass in the air, she swallowed his cock whole.

Fuck.

Yeah.

He growled before dropping the paddle and sucked his thumb into his mouth. He shifted it to her hole, pressing the pad in.

She whispered, “Please, Nicky,” against the head of his dick.

He fucked her ass as he watched her suck him off.

Right before he would come in her mouth, he slid his thumb out and ordered gruffly, “Up, baby. Face the headboard, hold on and give me your pussy.”

She wasted no time, slid him out and positioned.

He wrapped an arm around her belly, took hold of his cock and positioned the head.

“Who do you belong to, Livvie?” he whispered in her ear.

She twisted her neck and caught his eyes.

Hers were shining green so bright and burning, he felt branded.

No.

Not felt.

He just was.

“You,” she moaned, and his hand was forced from between him as she drove down and started fucking herself hard.

Magnificent.

He took over.

She arched her back and let him.

Even better.

Grunting, whimpering and groaning, they fucked, they did it hard, Nick took her there and then Olivia took Nick there.

She was cleaned up, the lights out and he was drifting to sleep when his woman murmured against the skin of his chest.

“Do you, um…have a crop?”

He grinned through the dark at the ceiling.

He’d been wrong.

She was not the woman of his dreams.

She was the woman beyond even a dream.

“I so own you,” he muttered back.

“Whatever,” she returned, sounding disgruntled but doing it snuggling closer.

“Tie you too,” he declared.

She made a noncommittal noise but her body pressed closer to him.

“Blindfold,” he went on.

“Whatever,” she repeated with added emphasis.

“Gag as well. Plug your ass. Go all out.”

Liv shifted against him. “Whatever, Nicky. Now shut up.”

“You just came hard for me after I paddled your ass then fucked it and you’re getting turned on just talking about getting more,” he pointed out.

She lifted her head and snapped, “Shut up, Nicky.”

He aimed a hand and cupped her face.

“You gotta know, baby, you own me too.”

She melted into him again, pressing her cheek to his palm.

He leaned to her, touching his mouth to hers.

“Now go to sleep,” he ordered when he was done.

She bent in, brushed her mouth along his jaw and then settled back into him.

Liv snuggled close.

Nick held her as she did.

And they fell asleep.

* * * * *

9:25 – Sunday Night

They were belted into the plane, prepared for landing, and Olivia had fallen to the side, her head on his shoulder. Their forearms were up on the armrest and they were holding hands.

“Can we do that again?” Nick heard her ask.

He turned his head and kissed the top of hers.

“Yeah,” he answered and shared, “Take you to the mountains, maybe next month.”

“That’d be nice,” she murmured, tightening her fingers in his hand.

He didn’t reply, just watched the flight attendant going about her business.

“I wanna be safe.”

He again turned his head, this time to look down at her as she lifted hers from his shoulder and looked up at him.

“I wanna be free,” she went on.

“I’ll get you there,” he promised.

“No, I mean, I…it’s…” She shook her head but kept at it. “It’s not your job. I need to sort it out. I don’t know how I’m gonna manage that…the last time I tried to leave the family, it didn’t go too well—”

Nick cut her off, “Babe, it is my job.”

Her gaze grew confused. “It’s my life, Nick.”