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."

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

instructed, his tone

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

wrists and secured them to the straps fixed above the bench, holding me in place. I tested the restraint instinctively, but there was no escape—it

and insistent. I could feel how wet I

a gaze

he said, his voice roughened now. His fingers trailed down the side of my neck, over my collarbone, slow and deliberate, making me gasp. Then he picked up something from the bench’s side—a soft flogger, its strands thin, supple, and harmless-looking in his

mine. "I’ll start gentle," he promised,

and arousal rushing through me. "Yes,

Shit! A mistake.

light as a feather. The sensation jolted me, a shudder rolling

his tone both annoyed

flogger landed on my ass, firmer this time, a sting rippling across my skin. I

The cool air hit me, and before

deep growl that slid down my spine. His finger lingered at my entrance, circling, teasing, never quite

could stop it. The sound filled

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

thighs trembled. "I—I’m sorry,

me. His finger returned, sliding lightly inside me, drawing a fresh wave of

he commanded, each word firm, absolute. "No moaning. No begging. You only give me

maddening caress of his finger. My chest heaved, my lips parted, desperate to cry out, but I bit down hard, swallowing the sound. The battle burned through me—obedience versus desire, restraint

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