Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 343: Play 4

Olivia’s POV

The vibrator stopped. The sudden silence left my body twitching, straining for what he had so cruelly stolen away. My chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate gasps, the blindfold pressing against my eyes, heightening the darkness that matched my hunger.

"Please..." My voice cracked, thin and broken. "Please, master... I can’t take it."

A low growl rumbled from him, vibrating through the air and straight into my bones. "Can’t take it, or can’t live without it?" His fingers gripped my chin, forcing my trembling lips upward. "Which is it, Olivia?"

"I... I need you," I whispered, shame burning hot across my skin. "I need your cock. Please."

His hand gripped my chin, forcing my face upward again. His voice cut through the dark like steel.

"No."

The word hit harder than a slap. My lips parted, a broken sob escaping. I jerked against my restraints, desperate, ruined. "Please... please don’t say that. I need you. I need you inside me, master—please, I’ll do anything."

A cruel chuckle rumbled from him, vibrating straight through me. "Now you remember how to beg."

like this. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want—just don’t leave me

rather, he released my cuffed wrist, which was still bound, and held my hand as he led me to another

his hands were suddenly on my waist as he pressed me down, spreading me,

of fabric tearing filled the room, followed by the heavy thud of his belt dropping to the ground. My breath caught—every nerve alive, waiting. I heard the soft rasp of a zipper, the whisper of clothing shifting. My wolf whimpered inside me,

between my thighs, his presence so close, so solid, my body bowed forward instinctively, aching to feel him. My legs quivered as he nudged them wider, his thumbs pressing into my thighs until I was bared,

my ear as he leaned down, his voice

breathed. "Please, master.

His body pressed closer, heat radiating against

cock brushed against my entrance—just enough to make me gasp, to make my whole body jerk forward like it was begging on its own. My walls clenched around nothing, desperate, aching, as I arched my back, trying to take

But he pulled back.

left my throat. "No—please—don’t tease me," I begged, my voice cracked and hoarse. "Just fuck me, master, I

deliberate, rolling it over my slick folds, smearing me with my own wetness. My legs shook, my hips pushed back, but every time I tried to take

mate," he muttered against my ear, his tone rough, cutting, but laced with heat that made

I sobbed, shameless now. "I’m begging—fill me, master. Please, I’ll be good,

hard against my ass. The sharp sting made me cry out, my body jerking against the desk. The sound echoed in the room, mixing with the ragged edge of my breath. My pussy clenched tighter, dripping, needy, begging

forward. The head pushed past my entrance, stretching me, burning, filling the emptiness I had been drowning in. My mouth fell open in a broken moan as my body opened for him,