Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 342: Play 3

Olivia’s POV

The low hum filled the room before I even felt it, the sound alone making my thighs tremble. My breath caught, the blindfold tightening the dark, every nerve straining to guess where he would press it first. Then it touched me—just at the inside of my thigh. The vibrations sent shocks racing upward, so close, yet maddeningly not enough. I whimpered, shifting my hips, but the cuffs and Louis’s steady grip kept me still.

"Eager already?" his voice rumbled, laced with dark amusement. The vibrator dragged higher, tracing the crease where my thigh met my core, but he never settled it where I ached most. I bit my lip hard, holding back the plea burning in my throat. He’d warned me. He wanted silence, obedience.

Suddenly, he pressed the toy flat against my clit. The sensation tore through me, so sharp and overwhelming I nearly cried out. My knees buckled, but his hands at my waist forced me to stay upright. The blindfold made it worse—I couldn’t see him, couldn’t prepare, only feel the relentless vibrations pounding into me.

Just as I felt myself rising, teetering close to the edge, it was gone. The air felt cold against my wet skin, my body clenching desperately around nothing.

"Not yet," Louis murmured at my ear, his voice rough with control. "You’ll come when I allow it. Until then, you suffer."

The toy returned, slower this time, circling my clit with maddening precision, pushing me higher and higher only to pull away again. My breath broke into ragged sobs behind my bitten lip, every part of me strung tight between need and restraint. His hand slid into my hair, tugging my head back while the vibrations pulsed at the edge of my sanity.

"Beg," he ordered softly. "Show me you know who owns this body."

My lips trembled. "Please, Master," I whispered.

Louis chuckled, and at this moment I wished I could see his pretty annoying face.

Suddenly, the hum of the toy brushed over my clit again, circling, taunting, until I was shaking against the cuffs. My body begged for release, my pussy so wet it ached, every nerve wound too tight. Then I felt it—Louis shifting, the toy pressing lower, nudging at my entrance. My breath caught in my throat, a strangled gasp breaking free.

"Open for me," he ordered, his voice gravel and steel. His hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise, steadying me as the tip of the vibrator slid against my soaked folds.

"Please—" I whispered, but the word broke into a cry as he pushed it inside.

The vibration filled me instantly, deep and overwhelming, sending shocks tearing through my body. My knees buckled, but there was nowhere to fall—he had me pinned, stretched, trembling with the sudden invasion.

"Good girl," Louis growled, pushing the toy deeper, twisting it until I nearly screamed. "So fucking wet... greedy little wolf, clenching already."

I writhed, the blindfold drowning me in darkness, every sensation sharper, unbearable. The toy pulsed inside me, the vibrations flooding my core, making my walls spasm helplessly around it.

much—" I gasped, my body

lips brushed my ear, dark

My back bowed, a raw cry tearing from

toy out in one smooth motion, leaving me empty,

cry ripped from me before I could stop it, my

my thigh, stinging hot. His voice followed, low, merciless.

pricked behind the blindfold, my whole body shaking from denial, my pussy clenching around nothing, aching for the toy, aching for him. Louis chuckled, dark and

him at my entrance again, the tip of the toy nudging,

growled, his hand gripping my

against the cuffs, but the slickness of my own need betrayed me. The toy

choked out, my body shaking with

ear, voice dark silk. "So tight... your body resists even while it

vibrations tearing through my core, scattering my thoughts. My knees buckled, but his grip held me upright, forcing me to feel every second of

And then—heat.

of molten wax splashed

into my already-sensitive skin, clashing brutally with the vibrations pounding inside me. My chest arched forward instinctively, offering myself up to more pain

fell. Then another. Each one seared a path into my flesh, the sharp burn twisting into

voice threaded with dark pride. "Look at you... bound,

nipple, the heat slicing through me like fire. My cry

he whispered in my ear, his voice low and merciless. "The burn... the vibration... tearing you apart, putting you back

gasp, shake, cry out, every nerve overwhelmed. The blindfold made it worse—I couldn’t see where

suddenly inside me, hitting that spot again just as another stream of wax kissed

My pussy spasmed uncontrollably around the vibrations, my

chuckled, dark

biting, merciless—and I screamed, arching against the cuffs until the leather cut into my wrists. The vibrations deep inside me rattled

I felt the candle tilt

Drip.