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."

raw, trembling. "Don’t leave me like this. I’ll be good. I’ll

bound, and

flinched. A desk? A table? I couldn’t see, couldn’t know, but his hands were

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, clawing at the

so solid, my body bowed forward instinctively, aching to feel him. My legs quivered as he

my ear as he leaned down, his

breathed. "Please, master. I’ll do anything—just don’t leave

lips. His body pressed closer, heat radiating against my

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

But he pulled back.

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

only pressed the tip against me again, slow and deliberate, rolling it over my slick folds, smearing me with my own wetness. My

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

"I’m begging—fill me, master. Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—just

sting made me cry out, my body jerking against the desk. The sound echoed in the room, mixing

in. My mouth fell open in a