Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 343

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

didn’t say a word; rather, he released my cuffed wrist, which was still bound, and held my hand as he led me to another

I couldn’t see, couldn’t know, but his hands were suddenly on my waist as he pressed me down, spreading me, forcing me open as

breath caught—every nerve alive, waiting. I heard the soft rasp of a zipper, the whisper of

feel him. My legs quivered as he

down, his

swallowed hard, my lips trembling. "Yes," I breathed. "Please,

his lips. His body pressed closer, heat radiating

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,

But he pulled back.

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

own wetness. My legs shook, my hips pushed back, but every time I tried to take him, he pulled away, leaving me

ear, his tone rough, cutting, but

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

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.

filling the emptiness I had been drowning in. My mouth fell open in a broken moan as

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