Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 340: BDSM Play 1

Olivia’s POV

Louis’s thumb lingered at my jaw for a moment before he stepped back, his presence pulling away just enough to make my body ache for it. His eyes swept over me, sharp and assessing, like he was reading not just my body but my soul.

"Stay where you are," he ordered, his voice calm but authoritative.

I froze, every nerve on edge. My wolf didn’t fight him—she stilled, waiting, obeying. Louis moved past me toward the sleek cabinet against the wall. He opened it with a key, the quiet click of the lock echoing in the dim room. When the doors swung open, my breath hitched.

Inside, neatly arranged and gleaming under the soft light, lay his tools. Cuffs of leather, polished steel restraints, coils of rope, a spread of floggers and paddles in varying shades and textures—all organized with precision. Each one whispered of a world I’d never stepped into, but one he clearly lived in with intention. Louis’s hand hovered before selecting a single item: a pair of soft black leather cuffs lined with velvet. He shut the cabinet, turned, and walked back to me with that same unshakable calmness.

My heart hammered, my body trembling, but I didn’t move.

"Hands," he said firmly.

I lifted them slowly, palms up, and he took them into his much larger hands. His touch was warm, grounding, almost tender as he buckled the cuffs around my wrists. He was precise, adjusting them until they fit snug but not tight. When he finished, he threaded his fingers lightly over the leather, checking, testing, ensuring I felt no discomfort.

"Too tight?" he asked.

I shook my head quickly. "No... it feels..." My voice caught, my cheeks heating. "It feels good."

A ghost of a smile tugged at his mouth, though his eyes stayed serious. "If that changes, you tell me. Say red, and everything stops. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I whispered.

Louis leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear, his tone darker now. "It’s yes Master... Olivia... the next time you say just yes, you will be punished."

his words. He guided me slowly toward the

forward," he instructed, his tone steady and

breasts pushing forward, my lace-covered nipples aching as they brushed the air. My legs stayed planted firmly on the ground, though they trembled under me, the anticipation

above the bench, holding me in place. I tested the restraint instinctively, but there was no escape—it was snug, firm, yet not painful. Just enough to

and insistent. I could feel how wet I already was, my thighs pressing together

with a gaze that was equal

slow and deliberate, making me gasp. Then he picked up something from the bench’s side—a soft flogger, its strands thin, supple, and

mine. "I’ll start gentle," he promised, though his voice

of nerves and arousal rushing through me. "Yes, Louis," I whispered,

Shit! A mistake.

a feather. The sensation jolted me, a shudder rolling through my

mouth curved in the faintest, satisfied smile. "It’s Master, Liv," he murmured, his tone both annoyed and possessive. "Now, let’s see how much of

sting rippling across my skin. I gasped, my breath hitching as my body arched against the

hand moved suddenly, tugging the lace of my panties aside. The cool air hit me, and

down my spine. His finger lingered at my entrance, circling, teasing, never quite giving me what I craved.

before I could stop it. The sound filled the room, needy

time, making me cry out. Louis leaned close, his mouth brushing my

thighs trembled.

pulling a whimper from me. His finger returned, sliding lightly inside me, drawing

he commanded, each word firm, absolute. "No moaning.

a sting followed by the maddening caress of his finger. My chest heaved, my lips parted, desperate to cry out,

praised, his hand pressing against my lower back to keep me steady. "Now let’s see how long