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."

He guided me slowly

instructed, his

bent slightly at the waist, pressing my hips and stomach against the cool padded leather. The position forced my back to arch, my 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 winding tighter with every

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

through me, low and insistent. I could feel how wet I already was,

a gaze that

said, his voice roughened now. His fingers trailed down the side of my neck, over my collarbone, slow and deliberate,

on mine. "I’ll start gentle," he promised, though his voice carried the weight of

nerves and arousal rushing

Shit! A mistake.

as a feather. The sensation jolted me, a shudder rolling through my body. My nipples hardened

tone both

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

air hit me, and before I

entrance, circling, teasing, never quite giving me what I craved. "So wet... from just a few strokes. My greedy

lips before I could stop it. The sound

struck again, sharper this time, making me cry out. Louis leaned close, his mouth brushing my ear, his voice low and merciless.

trembled. "I—I’m sorry,

whimper from me. His finger returned, sliding lightly inside

firm, absolute. "No moaning. No begging.

caress of his finger. My chest heaved, my lips parted, desperate to cry out, but I

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