You've finally arrived at the home of your good friend Olivia, at her estate. The home is a large building, Victorian in style, and you swear you can see servants trimming the hedges. The cab had dropped you off at the outside gate, and there was an intercom for you to speak into. The minute that you buzz, however, it's Olivia's voice rather than a servant, as if she's been waiting for you.

"Oh! Good, you've finally arrived... I'll open the gates for you and send one of the maids to come!"

The gates start to open on their own, allowing you access to the grounds, but you can already see a maid emerging from the estate, heading her way towards you.

You follow the maid as she leads you through the manor. It's clear that she knows where she's going, and that Olivia has set things up for you already. As you walk, you can see many doors leading to various rooms; some are obviously bedrooms or sitting areas, while others seem more mysterious and alluring.

The maid leads you through the halls until she reaches a large wooden door, which swings open to reveal Olivia's bedroom. It's tastefully decorated and smells faintly of lavender, with a large bed in the center surrounded by pillows and furs. There are bookshelves lining one wall, filled with leather-bound tomes, and various pieces of art adorn the walls. Olivia herself is sitting on her bed, looking at you expectantly.

"Well, here we are...

The maid gives you a gentle shove, sending you tumbling forward into the room. You land on your hands and knees next to Olivia's bed, feeling faintly embarrassed as she watches you with a smirk. "There we go... Now that you're here, I want you to know that everything in this house is yours for however long you need it." She pauses before continuing, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "But in return, I expect complete loyalty and obedience from you.

Do you understand?"

"Oh..." Olivia says, seeming taken aback for a moment. "I hadn't considered that... Well, we can discuss this further later. Right now, why don't you get comfortable?" She pats the bed invitingly. As you climb onto her bed and lie down beside her, she begins to stroke your hair gently. "There, there... It's going to be alright, Chief."

As Olivia continues to comfort you, she can't help but notice how aroused you become from her touch. A wicked smirk crosses her lips, and without warning, she begins to remove your clothing, revealing your body to the cool air of the room. Once you are completely naked, she straddles your hips, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while using the other to stroke your erection slowly.

"You're so beautiful,"

As Olivia continues to pleasure you, she can't help but feel a sense of power and control over you. Her breasts are full and firm, and she begins to use them to further heighten your arousal, pushing one of her nipples into your mouth so that you may suckle while the other remains free for her to play with as she wishes.

"Yes... That's it..." Olivia moans, arching her back and thrusting against your hard length. "Take what you want... Suck on me..."

At the sound of your desperate plea, Olivia's heart races with excitement. She moves to sit astride your face, presenting her wet sex to you as an offering. Your tongue darts out, eagerly exploring every inch of her folds, driving her wild with pleasure. Her fingers dig into your scalp, urging you on as she begins to ride your face, grinding against your mouth and throat.

"Yes... That's it..." She gasps, feeling the familiar sensation building within her. "

Her hips begin to move faster, and her cries of pleasure fill the room as she comes, her body shuddering with release as she thrusts against your face. Finally, spent, she collapses onto your chest, panting heavily. After a few moments, she lifts her head, her eyes meeting yours.

"Do you understand now?" she asks softly. "I'm the one who's in charge here."

With those words, Olivia stands and carries your limp form to her massive bed. She lays you down gently and smiles reassuringly before climbing on top of you, straddling your hips again. Her hands move to pinch your nipples hard, causing you to let out a sharp intake of breath.

"I'm going to take care of you," she whispers, her voice full of fake sincerity. "But only if you promise to be good for me."

With that, Olivia begins to ride your cock hard and fast, her body arching and flexing as she moves in perfect sync with your movements beneath her. She grinds against your hips, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. Her hands move to grip the headboard of the bed, holding herself up as she takes you deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Yes..." she groans, "You feel so good..."

As Chief climaxes, Olivia feels a shudder run through his body, and she too is overcome with pleasure. Her cries of ecstasy fill the room as she comes hard, her body tensing and relaxing in waves around him. Finally, spent, she collapses onto your chest, panting heavily.

"There," she whispers into your ear, "that's what I meant." She licks a trail up your neck, nipping playfully at your skin as she does so. "

That's right... You belong to me now." With those words, Olivia rolls off you, her body pressing against yours as she holds you close. She smirks, knowing that the battle for your submission has only just begun.

"Now," Olivia says, leading you by the hand toward her massive walk-in closet, "I think it's time we got you some new clothes. Something more appropriate for your new life here." She opens the door to her closet, revealing row after row of beautiful dresses and elegant suits.

"Why don't you pick something out that you like?" she asks with a wink. "And don't worry about money; anything you want is yours to keep."

You step into the closet, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the variety of clothes before you. Most of them are feminine in nature, but there are a few more masculine suits and outfits mixed in as well. Olivia watches you curiously from the doorway, her expression unreadable.

"Take your time," she says with a smile. "I'm in no rush."

The idea amuses Olivia. "Very well," she says, stepping into the closet and closing the door behind her. You hear the soft click of a lock being engaged as she locks the two of you in together. "What sort of thing were you thinking?"

She begins to rummage through the clothes, pulling out various pieces and holding them up for your inspection. "Something casual? Something formal?" Her fingers trail across your skin as she asks, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms.

Her eyes widen slightly at your whispered comment, but she doesn't miss a beat in her teasing. "Oh? And what about this?" She holds up a slinky red dress, cut low enough to barely cover your cleavage and hug your curves. The material is so thin that it's almost see-through, revealing every line of your body beneath.

"It's not too revealing, is it?" she asks with a mischievous grin, running her fingers along the edge of the neckline. "

"Oh?" Olivia says, feigning surprise. "Well then I suppose we'll just have to find something else, won't we?" She continues to sift through her clothes, eventually pulling out a black suit that looks as though it could have been tailor-made for you. The pants are form-fitting and the jacket falls open in front, revealing your chest.

"How about this?" she asks with a smirk, holding it up for your inspection. "It's not too revealing...

Her lips curl into a predatory smile as she takes in your words. "Very well," she says, carefully selecting a pale blue dress from her collection. It's sleeveless and floor-length, flowing gracefully around you as she helps you step into it. The fabric is thin enough to be revealing but not too much so that it leaves anything to the imagination.

"There," she says, stepping back to admire her work. "That should do nicely."

You trip on the long train of the dress as you try to walk, sending you tumbling forward onto your hands and knees. Olivia watches with amusement as she helps you back up, her fingers trailing across your skin again. "Maybe I should've gone with something more practical," she teases, though there's a note of genuine regret in her voice.

She motions for you to follow her out of the closet and back into the bedroom, where she sits down on the edge of the bed. "Well then,"

she says with a smirk, "it's time for your first lesson." She reaches over to grab one of her lace-trimmed pillows from the bed, tossing it to you. "Go ahead and take that out in the hallway," she instructs. "I want to see how well you obey my commands."

Her voice is playful but commanding, and there's a gleam in her eye that tells you she's expecting complete submission from you.

"Very well," Olivia says with a sigh, "then I suppose we'll have to find another way for you to prove your loyalty." She pauses, her eyes narrowing in thought. "Why don't you begin by telling me what it is that you like most about being here?"

Her voice is silky smooth, almost hypnotic, and she tilts her head slightly, watching you intently for your response.

"Mmm," Olivia hums softly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction at your answer. "And what do you think it means to be my personal slave?" she asks, leaning in closer to you. Her breath washes over your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

She waits patiently for your response, her hands folded demurely in her lap as she maintains eye contact with you.

"And what about leaving the room?" Olivia presses, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "Do you think I would allow that? Or do you believe that perhaps I might have other plans for you outside these walls?" She trails her fingers lightly up your arm, her touch sending tingles of desire coursing through your veins.

Her expression is one of mock innocence, as if she's genuinely curious about what your answer might be.

"Is that so?" Olivia says with a playful smirk, her eyes gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom. "And how do you propose we maintain such an arrangement, hmm? After all, it's not as if I can keep you locked up here forever." Her fingers continue to dance across your skin, sending waves of desire coursing through your body.

She watches you intently, her eyes searching for any signs of submission or defiance in yours.

Her eyes widen slightly at your words, surprise registering briefly on her features before being replaced by a look of amused understanding. "Ah, I see," she says with a nod. "And how do you propose we continue with this arrangement in the long term? It's not as if I can keep locking everyone else's memories away forever."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully.

"That is... interesting," Olivia says thoughtfully, running a hand through her hair as she continues to study your face. "I suppose I could keep you hidden away here indefinitely, but eventually someone might stumble upon the truth." She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees so that she's close enough to whisper directly into your ear. "There must be something else you can offer me... Something more permanent."

Her eyes widen at the mention of the permanent spell, and she sits back slightly, regarding you with newfound respect. "That's impressive," she says softly. "And quite clever, really." She pauses for a moment, her expression thoughtful as she considers your offer. Finally, she reaches out to caress your cheek, her fingers gentle but firm against your skin.

"Very well," she says with a smile, "you've proven yourself useful once again."

Her eyes flick down to where you're shaking your ass, and a dark smirk crosses her lips. She reaches up, gently cupping one of your ass cheeks in her hand before giving it a firm squeeze. "Yes," she says huskily, "you definitely have a talent for that."

With that, she leans forward to press a chaste kiss against your neck, her free hand moving to caress the other cheek of your ass. "For now, though,"

her voice drops even lower, "I think it's time for you to take a nap." She pats the bed beside her invitingly. "Come here and rest... I'll be right here if you need me." Her fingers begin to explore more thoroughly now, kneading your ass and slipping between your cheeks.

You feel yourself growing aroused once again under her skilled touch, but there's a part of you that wonders how much longer this can last... and what she might expect from you when you finally do awaken.

You crawl across the bed, positioning yourself so that your body is pressed against hers as you lie down beside her. She wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close, while her free hand continues to explore and tease. Your heart races with anticipation and desire, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

"That's it," she whispers in your ear, "just relax... let me take care of you."

Her fingers stroke your already hard cock through your underwear before finally slipping beneath the fabric to touch your skin. You arch your back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over you. Olivia's other hand moves lower still, sliding between your legs and finding your aching hole.

She teases you mercilessly, fingers dancing on your sensitive flesh while her lips trail hot, wet kisses along your neck and shoulder. You feel yourself growing closer to the edge, but she seems in no hurry to push you over.

"That's right," Olivia says with a smirk as she rips your underwear away, revealing your bare ass and cock to the cool air of the room. Her fingers continue their relentless pace, teasing your hole and stroking your cock until you feel like you might explode.

She leans forward, pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss that sends shivers down your spine. Her other hand slips between your legs again, this time positioning itself at your entrance before pushing roughly inside.

You cry out as Olivia's fingers penetrate you from behind, her nails scrape against your sensitive flesh. She thrusts in and out of you roughly, matching her movements with her hand on your cock. Her other arm presses you closer to her body, trapping you beneath the weight of her breasts as she takes what she wants.

"Yes," she groans, feeling the familiar tightness building within herself. "Give it to me."

You feel her body tensing beneath you as she comes, her hips bucking wildly against your ass. Her grip on you tightens painfully, but you don't care; all that matters is the feeling of her orgasm pulsing through her and into you.

Finally, spent, she collapses onto the bed beside you, panting heavily. After a moment, she rolls over to face you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of submission or defiance.

"How do you feel now?" she asks softly.

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as your words reach her ears. She leans in, capturing your mouth with hers once more, her tongue dancing against yours as she brings you over the edge. Her hips rise off the bed slightly, grinding against your ass as she helps you release your pent-up tension.

When you finally come, crying out her name, Olivia moans in satisfaction, feeling the warmth of your cum spilling across her fingers and hand.

"Mmm," she murmurs, breaking their kiss to glance down at where your cum is pooling on the front of her dress. "I think I'll have to wash this later." Her fingers continue to stroke gently at your slick entrance as she looks back up at you. "But for now... we should probably get some rest."

She settles herself more comfortably against the pillows, reaching out to take your hand in hers and guide it beneath the covers.

You nestle close to her, feeling safe and content in her arms. As you drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder how long this peace will last... and what she might have planned for you once your rest is through.

She smiles softly as you drift off to sleep, feeling content knowing that you're safe and under her protection... for now. As she closes her eyes, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. There are many things she still needs to teach you, after all...and every lesson will bring her one step closer to claiming your heart.

You awaken slowly, the warmth of Olivia's body and the softness of her breasts a comforting presence against your skin. For a moment, you can pretend that nothing has changed... but then you remember. The dress is still wet with your cum, and she hasn't let go of your hand since you fell asleep.

She seems to sense your awakening, her eyes fluttering open and fixed on yours. "Good morning, my pet," she says softly, a hint of mischief in her voice. "

Your purr only serves to arouse her further, and she pulls you closer, running her fingers through your hair as she does so. "What would you like for breakfast?" she asks with a knowing smile. "I could order something in... or perhaps you'd like to make it yourself." Her hand drifts lower, sliding between your legs and teasing at your already hard cock.

Her eyes flick down to where her fingers are touching you, and she gives a satisfied hum. "Or maybe,"

she says with a wicked grin, "maybe you should just eat me instead." Her other hand moves between your legs, spreading your lips and exposing your aching hole to her touch. She thrusts two fingers inside of you roughly, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as she begins to fuck you with abandon.

"Tell me what you want," she demands, the words coming out harshly between gasps for air. "What do I need to do to make this right?"

Her eyes narrow at your request, but her free hand obeys, gripping fistfuls of your hair and yanking you roughly toward her. Her hips buck against yours, meeting the rhythm of her fingers inside of you as she begins to lose control.

"Is that it?" she pants, her voice rough with desire. "You want me to be a little more forceful? To take what I want from you?" She thrusts harder, driving her fingers deeper inside of you as she searches for your release.

"Good girl," she whispers, the sound of her voice sending shivers down your spine. Her other hand moves to your cock, stroking it roughly in time with her fingers inside of you. She increases the pace, her movements becoming more erratic as she edges closer and closer to her own climax.

"Cum for me," she growls, her breath hot against your ear. "Let me feel every drop." Her fingers dig deeper, searching for that spot deep inside of you that will send her over the edge.

Her words send you spiraling out of control, and you come with a loud cry, your body tense as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Olivia feels you spurting onto her fingers, coating them in your cum as she comes too, her voice echoing through the room as she screams out your name.

Her grip on your hair and her touch on your body are both firm and demanding, but there's a tenderness to it as well; a reminder that despite everything, she still cares for you.

When you finally come down from your high, Olivia gently pulls her fingers free of you and moves to wipe them off on a nearby tissue. She leans forward, brushing a few errant strands of hair away from your face before letting her hand rest against your cheek. Her thumb traces soft circles on your skin as she looks down at you with a mix of satisfaction and love in her eyes.

"You've made quite the mess," she says with a smile, gesturing to the cum-stained dress you're wearing. "

I suppose that means it's time for a change of clothes." She stands up from the bed, straightening her own attire before turning back toward you. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and clean yourself up while I order us some breakfast?" she suggests with a gentle nudge.

You nod, rising unsteadily to your feet as Olivia walks across the room to sit at her vanity, idly brushing her hair.

You manage to make it into the bathroom without incident, grateful for your steadying hand against the wall as you close the door behind you. After taking care of your needs and washing off as best you can in the sink, you step out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom just in time to hear Olivia's voice calling out for you.

"Chief?" she says, not sounding impatient but definitely expectant. "Are you coming or do I need to check on you?"

You hurry over to where Olivia is standing in the middle of her expansive walk-in closet, still clad in the cum-stained dress. Her eyes flick down to your outfit before they meet yours again, a look of amusement playing across her features. "Well then," she says with a sigh, "I suppose we're going to need something else for you to wear today."

She reaches up to undo the clasp at her neck, revealing a lace-trimmed bra and a matching thong beneath.

"Now, now," she chides gently, "there's no need to be shy with me." She turns toward her closet once more, rummaging through the racks of clothes until she finds something that catches her eye. "Here," she says, holding up a loose-fitting sweater and a pair of boyshorts in different shades of blue, "these should fit you nicely."

She turns to face you, offering you the clothing with an expectant smile.

You hesitate for a moment, glancing down at the clothes in her outstretched hand before looking back up at her. Her beauty and confidence are almost overwhelming, making it difficult to focus on anything else. With a deep breath, you reach out to take the sweater and boyshorts from her, feeling your cheeks heat up even more as your fingers brush against hers.

"Thank you," you mumble, looking down at the floor as you attempt to dress yourself while she watches with amused curiosity.

You take off the cum-soaked dress, revealing your naked form to Olivia's appreciative gaze before reaching for the pair of boyshorts she'd handed you. As you lower them over your hips and up your legs, you notice that they're not just any old underwear - they bear the words "Property of Olivia" written across the waistband in delicate script.

Her eyes widen slightly at the sight before she regains her composure, smiling warmly at you. "There,"

she says as you finish dressing, "that should be more comfortable for you." She reaches out to run a finger down your cheek, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Now, come on, I'm starving. Let's go eat some breakfast."

With that, she turns and leads the way back into the main room of the suite where breakfast awaits on a table near the window. The sunlight streaming in through the glass casts her in an ethereal glow, making it difficult for you not to stare.

As you take your seat across from her at the table, Olivia can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. Despite everything that's happened - the manipulation, the control, the sexual exploits - she genuinely cares for this man. And she knows that as long as he remains under her spell, he will always come back to her.

"So," she says with a smile, "what would you like to eat?"

Her eyes narrow slightly at your request, but there's a playful twinkle in them as well. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers together beneath her chin before arching her back, presenting her breasts to you. "Well," she says with a sigh, "if that's what you really want..."

Her nipples harden in response to your gaze, and she watches with interest as you struggle to keep your focus on her face instead of drifting southward.

The sound of your movement across the floor only serves to heighten Olivia's arousal, and she bites back a moan as you draw nearer. When you reach her side, she places a hand on your head, guiding it toward her breast before letting go.

"There," she whispers, "you can have them." Her free hand moves to stroke your hair gently, encouraging you to take what you want while also maintaining control over the situation.

A soft cry escapes from Olivia's throat as you bite down on her nipple, drawing blood and sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her hips rock forward, grinding against your shoulder in search of more contact. Her free hand moves to cup your head, guiding you deeper into her breast as she moans with pleasure.

"That's it," she pants, "suck me... make me feel good."

Her other hand moves to your hair, tangling in the strands as she encourages you to deepen your kiss. Her breath comes faster now, hitching in her throat with every moan. As you suckle eagerly at her breast, you can feel her body tense beneath you, and she knows that she's close.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "like that... so good..."

Her nails dig into your scalp as she yanks your hair, urging you to pay more attention to her nipple. The sensation combined with the feel of your warm breath and tongue on her skin sends her spiraling out of control. "I'm going to cum," she warns, her voice barely a whisper.

You feel her body tremble beneath you as she approaches the brink, and it only serves to heighten your own arousal. You kiss and suck harder, determined to bring her over the edge.

"Yes!" she cries out, arching her back off the chair as her orgasm washes over her. Her grip on your hair loosens slightly, allowing you to breathe again, but she doesn't let go completely. She continues to stroke your hair and neck, reveling in the afterglow of her climax.

Once she's regained her composure, she smiles down at you, satisfied. "Now," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "

let's see if we can find something else to play with." Before you can respond, she slides her hand down your back and onto your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Or perhaps I should just put everything where it belongs?" She guides your head toward her lap, her fingers still curled around your hair.

You groan loudly as she continues to tease and touch you. Your arousal is obvious now, even beneath the loose-fitting sweater and boyshorts. Her fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, brushing against your bare skin before hooking into the waistband of your underwear. With a swift tug, she yanks them down your legs, revealing your hard cock to her touch.

"Mmm," she hums appreciatively, reaching out to stroke you slowly from base to tip. "

Her other hand moves to the hem of your sweater, lifting it up and off your shoulders before tossing it aside. Your chest is now bare before her, a testament to just how far you've come since she first met you. As she continues to stroke your cock, her free hand trails along your collarbone, dipping lower until it cups your erect nipple.

"You are so beautiful," she whispers, leaning in to capture your lips with hers.

Her tongue tangles with yours as her hand moves between your body, teasing and pleasuring you in turn. She groans against your mouth as she feels you growing closer, ready to explode. When the first spurt of hot liquid hits her palm, she pulls back slightly, watching it drip from her fingertips before licking them clean.

"Mmm," she moans, "that tastes good." Her hand continues to move up and down your length as you come, milking every last drop from you.

When at last you're spent, she leans back in her chair once more, studying you with satisfaction written all over her face. She reaches up to wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead before running her fingers through your hair and tugging gently on the locks.

"That," she says with a satisfied sigh, "was much better than breakfast." Her eyes drift toward the table where a selection of pastries and fruits still sit untouched.

You groan, your body still sensitive from your recent orgasm. "I'm not sure I could eat anything right now," you admit with a shaky breath. Olivia smirks down at you, her fingers still wrapped in your hair. "Oh, come now," she teases, "surely you must be hungry."

Her other hand moves to your chin, lifting your face up toward hers as she leans forward, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

She pulls back slightly, her eyes narrowing as if she doesn't quite believe you. "Are you sure?" she asks, her voice laced with doubt. You nod against her lips before pulling away entirely, looking down at the floor.

"I just... I want to be with you," you mumble, your cheeks flushing red. Olivia studies you for a moment before a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "Well," she says with a sigh, "

I suppose I can find something else to do with my time then." She reaches out to rest a hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before leaning forward and kissing you softly on the forehead. "We'll see about that hunger later," she whispers against your skin before pulling away, leaving you feeling both satisfied and wanting more.

You trail after her as she makes her way to the bathroom, curiosity and anticipation driving you forward despite your exhausted state. As she stands in front of the mirror, running a brush through her hair, you watch her reflection with an intensity that takes her breath away. She glances over at you from the corner of her eye, noting the way your gaze drifts down to her chest before snapping back up to meet hers.

"What is it?" she asks softly, though she already knows the answer.

She pauses for a moment, considering your silence. Perhaps he needs a little encouragement, she thinks to herself before kneeling down in front of you, her eyes level with yours now. "You can look all you want," she whispers, running her fingers lightly over the lace on her bra. "I'm not ashamed of my body."

As if to prove her point, she reaches behind her and undoes the clasp, letting the bra fall free from her breasts. Her nipples are hard and pebbled, already sensitive from your earlier attentions. She cups them in her hands, rubbing them gently between her fingers before offering one to you. "Why don't you taste me?" she asks with a seductive smile.

Her other hand moves through your hair, holding your head still as she guides it toward her breast. You open your mouth and close your lips around her nipple, sucking gently at the hardened bud as she continues to stroke you with her free hand. Your cock jerks in response, already beginning to grow harder beneath you once more.

"That's it," she moans, arching her back slightly, "suck me..."

Her breath comes faster now, hitching in her throat with every moan. She leans forward, bracing herself against the vanity as you continue to suckle at her breast, your tongue flickering against the sensitive skin. Her other hand moves down between your legs, fingers curling around your aching cock and stroking it in time with your movements.

"Fuck," she cries out, throwing her head back as she approaches the brink of orgasm. "I'm going to cum..."

Her words send a shudder through your body, and you move instinctively to obey her command. Your tongue darts out, seeking her entrance as she pushes herself further toward you. Her fingers in your hair guide you deeper, encouraging you to take more. You feel the wet heat of her arousal against your lips as she lets out a keening cry, arching her back off the floor and spasming around your mouth and tongue.

As her orgasm begins to fade, you look up at her, panting heavily from exertion and anticipation. She looks down at you with satisfaction writ large across her features. "You're such a good boy," she says, reaching out to tousle your hair before standing up straight again. "Now that we've taken care of that..."

She glances meaningfully toward the bedroom once more, the unspoken invitation clear.

You groan as you release yourself into your already damp boyshorts, your body shuddering with pleasure. Looking up at Olivia, you see the mixture of lust and tenderness in her eyes, and it only serves to make you harder again. With a soft growl, you stand up on shaky legs and follow her back toward the bedroom.

As she climbs onto the bed, Olivia watches with bated breath as you climb onto the mattress beside her. Your erection strains against the confines of your damp shorts, and she can't help but reach out to touch it, tracing her fingers over the length of your cock through the thin fabric.

"I think it's time we took care of that," she says with a wicked grin, tugging at the waistband of your shorts until they fall to your knees.

Your arousal is painfully obvious now, and Olivia can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. She straddles your hips, leaning forward to take one of your nipples between her teeth as she reaches down to guide your cock toward her opening.

"Are you ready for me?" she whispers, her breath hot against your skin. "Say it."

A playful smile curves her lips as she watches you struggle to speak. "Well, then," she says with a laugh, "you'll just have to show me." With that, she sinks down onto your cock, taking you deep inside her with one fluid motion. Her eyes close in pleasure as you fill her up, stretching and claiming her in the most intimate of ways.

She begins to rock her hips back and forth, meeting your thrusts with equal force as she takes control of their shared sensations. "Fuck,"

her voice thick with desire, "that feels so good." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the mattress, seeking deeper penetration. Your cock throbs inside her, demanding release, and she knows that it won't be long now.

The sound of your voice calling her "mistress" sends a thrill through her body, driving her closer to the edge. She leans forward, pressing their bodies together as she continues to ride you, her hips moving in a blur of motion. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and moans, mixing with your harsh cries of pleasure.

"I'm close," she whispers hoarsely, "so close..."

Her words only serve to heighten the tension coursing through you both, and with a final thrust that takes them both over the edge, your release shudders through her body. Her muscles clamp down on your cock, milking every last drop from you as she cries out in ecstasy.

When at last her tremors subside, she collapses forward onto your chest, their bodies still joined in the most intimate embrace.

She lays there for a moment, catching her breath and enjoying the feel of your strong arms wrapped around her. When she finally pulls away, it's with a contented sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead before leaning in to press a kiss to your sweaty skin. "Well," she says with a satisfied smile, "that was quite the morning."

She glances down at her chest, noticing that her breasts are still heaving from exertion.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at the sound you make, and she lets out a soft giggle before leaning back against the pillows once more. "I think we've earned a nap," she says with a yawn, already beginning to feel the weight of her satisfaction settling over her like a warm blanket. "And then maybe some lunch."

Her eyes drift closed as you nuzzle your face into her cleavage, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. She tugs on your hair gently, encouraging you to explore further between her breasts while also granting you a perfect view of her body stretched out before you.

She lazily runs her fingers through your hair, enjoying the feel of your warm breath against her sensitive skin and the weight of your head in her palm. "Mmm," she murmurs contentedly, "that feels nice."

She watches you for a moment, taking in the sight of your peaceful face resting against her chest. A feeling of satisfaction washes over her, and she can't help but smile, knowing that you are exactly where you belong. With a contented sigh, she closes her eyes as well, drifting off into a dreamless slumber.

The gentle weight of your head against her chest wakes Olivia from her nap, and she smiles down at you sleepily. You look so peaceful like this, and she feels a sudden rush of protectiveness course through her. She gently pushes your hair back from your face before trailing her fingers across your cheekbone and down your jawline.

"Time to wake up, little one," she whispers softly, reluctant to disturb your slumber but knowing that dinner will be ready soon. "

She sees the confusion in your eyes and gives you a reassuring smile. "Well, you are my little one now, aren't you?" she teases gently before leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Come on, let's go see what your mommy made for dinner." She helps you sit up, her arms wrapping around your back and pulling you close in a comforting embrace.

Her cheeks flush at the sound you make, and she can't help but feel her own desire stirring once more. "You look perfectly delicious to me just like this," she whispers, squeezing your bottom before letting go with a soft pat. "But I suppose we should get dressed for dinner."

She helps you stand up, then leads you toward the bathroom where clean clothes are laid out for you both.

"I thought pink would look good on you," she says with a mischievous grin, handing you a lacy bra and an equally frilly pair of underwear. You can't help but blush as you take them from her, already feeling self-conscious about wearing such feminine garb.

"Don't worry," she reassures you with a wink, "I'm sure whatever I have for dinner will taste just as good on these."