As Good As Guitars Ch. 03

"Turn around then." When I do as I'm told Olivia unclips my arms and unbuckles the gloves, sliding them off. The air feels cool on my skin and I rub my arms absentmindedly as they warm up. I hear the padlock open and then the restriction is gone from around my neck, and then finally she unzips the hood. I'm sure I'm a sweaty wreck underneath, but it feels great.

"Thank you." I turn back, intending to relax, but she stops me.

"I said I'd undress you, and you've still got trousers on. Come here."

I really should have learned by now to pay proper attention to what she says. I kneel in front of her, allowing her to unbuckle my belt and unzip me. Avoiding the drying stains, she pushes my trousers down past my hips and onto the floor. She sits back, stretching her feet out towards me, and I get to work.

Olivia leans back and closes her eyes, murmuring in appreciation and wincing once or twice when I massage a particularly sore spot. After a few moments she stirs. "Did you have fun this evening?"

I think about my answer. "You've always told me to be honest, so..." I take a breath. "No, not much. Not until near the end. You spent most of the evening ignoring me. Everyone ignored me." I flush, wondering if my answer will anger her.

Olivia doesn't open her eyes. "You'd rather people paid you more attention? I thought you didn't like it when – how did you put it earlier? – everyone's on your case? I thought perhaps you'd appreciate a nice quiet evening of being left alone, with no demands. I guess I was wrong."

I'm trying to think how to reply when she continues. "And I hope that the next time you think someone is disrespecting you, you remember how it feels to be no more important than a piece of furniture."

I stop rubbing her feet, letting my hands drop in dismay. After a moment she opens her eyes and sits up, smiling. "Besides, if you hadn't been so bored and fed up, you'd have been far too well-behaved to respond to Kirsty's flirting and get yourself into trouble, wouldn't you?"

The penny drops. "You set me up?"

"Of course. I hope you wouldn't think that I'd be that unkind to you for so long if there wasn't a good reason for it?"

"I thought somehow I'd annoyed you... but I couldn't work out what I'd done. That's..." I glare at her. "You're mean."

She bursts out laughing. "Isn't that why you like me? I must say, it was pretty easy to get you to spill my drink. Sophie said Kirsty could distract you, and she was quite right."

"The redhead? She was cute." I think back. "And strong too – she didn't flinch when Graham paddled her."

"She's a dancer – I'd be willing to bet that her core strength would put yours to shame. Although Graham said you did okay. He liked you." I don't say anything, but my face feels hot. "How did it feel when he came on your face?"

I dodge the whole truth. "Um... like he was marking his territory." A sudden memory makes me laugh and Olivia raises an eyebrow. "I did that to Claire once... she was furious with me – more so when I said I couldn't see what the fuss was about. I still don't, to be honest."

-x-

It's late when I wake, and I've no idea what Olivia expects of me. I was so tired last night that I barely remember coming to bed, let alone making small talk about breakfast. Throwing the nearest clothes on, I head downstairs to the kitchen.

Olivia's on the phone. Silently she waves me to the coffee pot and I help myself, trying not to eavesdrop. She chats for a moment more and then I hear her say something that gets my full attention.

"He's sat in front of me now – you can ask him yourself if you like." She hands the phone over and I take it automatically.

"Hello?"

"Hello little sub." I recognise Graham's voice immediately, and my arms break out in goosebumps. "Olivia and I were just discussing when I might see you again. Can you be free for me this afternoon?"

I glance at her for help, but her expression is neutral, telling me nothing. I take a deep breath. "Yes... if it's okay with Olivia." I wonder if he can hear the shake in my voice.

Graham sounds amused, laughing at me. "Does the thought scare you?"

"Yes."

"You don't need to worry, I'll be kind. You can pass the phone back now, please."

I do as I'm told, listening to them make arrangements while I sip my coffee. Finally Olivia hangs up and sits down opposite me.

"Graham and I have been friends for a long time. If you want to see him today then that's fine with me – but you don't have to. I won't ever expect you to do something you really don't want to." She changes the subject, not waiting for my answer. "Do you want breakfast?"

I'm too distracted to be hungry, but when she scrambles some eggs I eat them absentmindedly. I only realise how long I've sat staring into space when I notice that my coffee's gone cold.

Olivia puts a hand on my shoulder. "Penny for them."

"Huh?"

Her voice is patient. "Your thoughts. A penny for them."

"Oh... sorry. I was wondering, does he know who I am? Do I have to get dressed up again?"

"You don't need to unless you especially want to – he'd prefer that you didn't, I suspect. But I haven't told him who you are."

My thoughts are white noise, chasing themselves around my brain. I want to do this, but I'm nervous. "What will he do? To me, I mean."

"Mark, you know I wouldn't answer that question even if I knew, which I don't." She glances at the clock. "You need a shower. I'll come with you, I think – just to make sure you don't get any ideas about how you might settle your nerves."

My cock starts to swell. I hadn't even considered that, but now she's suggested it I can't get the thought out my mind. I imagine her watching me as I stroke myself.

She's smiling, no doubt watching my expression reveal my thoughts. "You look flushed – perhaps it's just as well I'll be chaperoning you."

She lets me lead her to my room, and I feel a pang that she hadn't joined me here last night. However tired I'd been, I would have tried to stay awake if she'd been with me. I wonder if I'll ever get to spend the night with her.

True to her word, Olivia leans on the sink-side counter while I strip off and get into the shower. I'm intending to be quick, but she has other ideas.

"I hope you're going to wash yourself properly, Mark. I'm not in the mood to join you today to make sure – another time, perhaps." Despite water everywhere, my mouth is suddenly dry.

"Let me see you soap up your chest..." I do as I'm told, smoothing the suds across my skin carefully. "And your arms... Thank you. Now your sides and back – turn around so I can see."

Moving myself under her instruction is turning me on even more, and she knows it. My cock's rigid and my breathing is shallow.

"Your legs, please Mark – there's no need to rush. And don't forget your feet. Then you can show me how hard you are."

I move carefully so as not to slip. When I finally turn around to look at Olivia, she's amused, teasing. Her voice stays calm, as if she doesn't know the effect she's having. "Would you like me to tell you to stroke yourself?"

I swallow. "Please..."

She shakes her head. "You've forgotten your head and face."

Fuck. I reach for the shampoo, then pause. "May I wash my hair?"

"Seeing as you remembered to ask, yes. Don't forget to rinse and repeat."

I wash my hair twice, cursing at the delay. I want to come so badly my hands are shaking.

"Good boy. You can wash your cock now, and your balls. Carefully, please – more than three strokes and I'll whip you later."

The image flashes through my brain, making my knees buckle. It takes all my self-control to lift my hand after the scant stimulation she's allowed.

"Well done. Now rinse, and then you're done."

When I turn the water off and step out, she moves towards me. "I hope you rinsed properly." Before I can say anything she kneels down and licks my cock. It's totally unexpected and I cry out, clutching at empty air. I feel her tongue moving, then she leans lower and licks at my balls.

Oh god – I want to fuck her mouth the way Graham fucked Kirsty's. I can hardly get the words out. "Olivia... please..."

She lifts her head and looks up at me, her voice gentle. "Not just now, no." My groan of dismay turns to one of pleasure as she takes my full length in her mouth, but after a moment she moves away and stands up.

"Maybe Graham will be feeling more generous." She hands me a towel and I dry myself, trying to ignore the dull ache from my groin and hoping that she's right.