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."

raked down my spine, heat flooding my core at his words. He guided me slowly toward the padded bench in

he instructed, his tone steady

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

straps fixed 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

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

gaze that was equal parts hunger

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

could see, his eyes locking on mine. "I’ll start gentle," he promised, though his voice carried the weight of command. "And you

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

Shit! A mistake.

feather. The sensation jolted me, a shudder rolling through my body. My nipples hardened painfully, my pussy throbbing with desperate

his tone both

stroke of the flogger landed on my ass, firmer this time, a sting rippling across my

suddenly, tugging the lace of my panties aside. The cool air hit me, and before I could process it, his fingertip brushed against my slick pussy. My whole

entrance, circling, teasing, never quite giving me

moan broke from my lips before I could stop it.

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

thighs trembled. "I—I’m sorry,

me. His finger returned, sliding lightly inside me, drawing a fresh wave of wetness he knew I couldn’t

firm, absolute. "No moaning.

my lips parted, desperate to cry out, but

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