Chapter 3

Owen

I gritted my teeth, grinding them I was so pissed off by that little brat. She thought she could mess with me whenever she pleased, and she was so wrong. I didn’t want to have to punish her because I know where it could lead. But she was no longer an enigma, she was just a brat. And there was only so much he could take from her.

I briskly strode away from her and her antics. There was work to be done.

I felt a sharp jab in my left shoulder and turned to see Olivia behind me, grinning from ear to ear like a kid in a candy shop. “Not a good time at all, Olivia.”

“I was just making you aware of my presence, that’s all.” She put a hand on her voluptuous hip, jutting it out dramatically.

“Time to train you. What you’re wearing will do for tonight, but tomorrow you will be expected to be dressed appropriately.”

“Sheesh, yessir. What crawled up your butt, huh?” I ignored her, walking to the hostess stand. She followed close behind me, a little too close to irritate me, I’m sure.

We stood at the hostess station for a while, while I explained the ins and outs and what would be expected of her. She followed along and didn’t annoy me much for a bit, which was nice. It seemed when she had something to do, annoying me was lower on her to-do list.

“If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask me or Kat. I have to go train Aleesha now.”

“Be careful, she might flirt you to death.” I rolled my eyes. Was she jealous? Or just being herself?

Olivia

I didn’t know why I felt that twinge of jealousy at Owen’s words. Something about Aleesha bothered me, the way she flaunted herself at Owen. And he didn’t seem as annoyed with her as he did me. Although yes, I went out of my way to irritate him. But still, I wanted him to look at me, in my eyes like he did everyone else. As the days went on and I kept being obnoxious, he seemed to pull away from me more and more. Normally it was a kind of warm-up technique I used on people, and they ended up adoring me or hating me. I didn’t want Owen to hate me, and I just wasn’t sure why. Why I was so affected by him.

I stood at my station and tried to look and act professional. Kat joined me from time to time, answering questions and pointing out training tips. Owen steered clear of me for most of the night. It had only been an hour or so, and I was growing bored. The club wasn’t too busy and there wasn’t much to do. I started thinking about my past and Thomas’s face plastered itself into my minds eye. I started to panic; what if he came here? My breathing got faster and my chest started to heave.

Kat took notice and put both hands on my shoulders to steady me. She looked in my eyes and told me to relax and take three deep breaths. I did as she said and felt mildly calmer, but still a bit panicky.

“I think we should go find Owen and have a chat, Olivia. We’ll continue your shift tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”

I just nodded as she brought me upstairs to Owen. There was an office that I didn’t see up there before, tucked away in the back. It was spacious enough and furnished lavishly. Dark brown leather. She guided me to sit in one of the leather armchairs and regarded Owen. “I have to go hostess. Olivia, you need to help us help you.” She left briskly, the door slamming behind her. I had no idea what she meant by that.

I looked at Owen sitting behind his regal desk. He looked up at me slowly, saying nothing as if he was waiting for me to break the silence. I stubbornly refused, crossing my legs haphazardly.

Owen sighed heavily, rolling back from his desk, crossing his hands over his chest. “What do need, Olivia?”

I suddenly completely forgot about Thomas and wanted nothing more than the truth from him. “Why don’t you like me? You can hardly even look at me in the eye.”

He paled, getting a confused look upon his normally tanned face. “What do you mean? You annoy the hell out of me. As far as liking you, I don’t like very many people.” He looked uncomfortable and I relished in it.

“So, you don’t like me?” I wasn’t letting it go.

“You’re not my favorite person, but I feel protective over you,” he admitted.

I felt a swelling in my chest as he spoke the words. I didn’t expect that answer. He may not like me, but he felt protective over me and that was just as good in my opinion. It meant I had some sort of leverage over him. No matter how small, it was something.

It’s simple, Olivia. I am here to help you. What isn’t simple is your story. You haven’t told me what exactly happened between you two. How did you end up with him and how did everything that happened ensue? I need to know these things about you in order to better help you.”

I didn’t believe him; I knew he wanted to know my story for his own benefit and not mine. Which made me not want to confide in him at all, but I knew I was backed into a corner.

I sighed, “I met Thomas on my twenty fifth birthday. Some friends threw me a surprise party at this local pub we all worked at. Thomas happened to be there. I was going though an emotional time, what with my previous dom being in a fatal accident. I had been with him, Eddie, since I was nineteen. He was my first dom and master. It hadn’t been more than a year since the accident when I met Thomas. He swept me off my drunken feet. It started with just scenes at the club, er, here, every week. Then, he offered for me to move in with him when I lost my apartment. Everything was falling apart around me, and it seemed Thomas was my light at the end of the tunnel. What a joke. I was naïve, or just stupid. I followed after him like a lost puppy. I moved in, moved in all my stuff, even my cat. Things went well for a couple of months until he started to get weird.” I looked down at my fingernails, picking at some dirt under my nail.

“Weird?” Owen asked.

“Yeah, he started to get really possessive, like more so than what’s normal.”

“What’s normal possessive?” He looked genuinely curious.

“Like controlling what I wear on dates, not letting me hang with other dudes and whatnot. This was different. He stopped letting me see my friends slowly over time, until they stopped trying to contact me. He started to throw away some of my things and replace them with ‘better’ things. He started to control what I wore and what I ate. Even when I showered and went to bed. Then my cat went missing and I know he did something to him, my sweet Sully boy.”

My eyes started to prick, and my throat became thick, making it hard to swallow. “He always hated that cat and how much I loved him. After I accused him of getting rid of Sully, he beat me for the first time. He tied me to his St. Andrews cross in the basement and tormented me all night. It was one of the worst nights of my life. The same night, he took everything important and locked it in his safe. He even took my phone so I wouldn’t be able to contact anyone. He forced me to be at his side almost 24/7. He even started to work from home. I was forced to sit between his feet under his desk and pleasure him whenever he felt necessary.”

I felt sick saying the words, my stomach roiled, and I gagged, putting my hand over my mouth. Owen didn’t say a word, but I had never seen the expression he had on his face. It was a mixture of disgust and empathy.

“I don’t know what else to say. It just kept getting worse until one day I found my phone under his pillow while he was showering and I sent a text message to one of my old friends, begging for help. I deleted the message and texted her again to tell her not to respond, but she did of course. Thomas found out immediately and locked me in the basement all day. He must have texted her back and explained it was a mistake or something, because no help came. Or maybe she just didn’t give a shit about me at all. That was the night I packed a bag while he was showering again and made my escape plan. I knew I had to get out at any cost. That’s when I ran into you and Kat,” I finished.

Owen didn’t speak or show any sign of it. He sat back, hands still over his chest, looking perturbed.

“That’s the bulk of it, there was a lot of little stories inside that story that I could tell you, but it’s disturbing. All the things he did to me and made me do.”

“I can’t,” he blurted.

“What?” I squinted my eyes in genuine confusion.

“I can’t listen anymore. I’m going to kill him.” He looked dark and foreboding all of a sudden. He loomed over his desk, hands splayed on the surface of it, staring into my soul. I had wanted him to make eye contact with me before, desperately, but now I wanted nothing more than to look away.

“Owen, it’s okay, it’s all over and done with.” I tried to reassure him, anything to make his hackles go down.

“I’m going to throttle that motherfucker for what he did to you.” His jaw was clenched tight, and he fumed in anger. I could almost see the heatwaves rising off him. He moved abruptly and ripped of his jacket, pushing his sleeves up to the crook of his elbows. He ran a hand through his perfectly gelled hair, mussing it.

I had never seen him in such a state, and it made me wet. I was so moist between my thighs, my Sex pulsing. I was mortified at my reaction. I felt my face flush, my body too.

“Olivia?” I looked up to Owen staring at me quizzically.

“I-I’m sorry, what?”

“Where did you just go?” He furrowed his thick brows together.

My face reddened deeper. I looked down in my lap.

“Oh. No.” He put his face in his hands and sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry.” I looked back down in shame.

“Don’t be. It’s fine. You’re just human.”

Not the response I was looking for. He must not like me the way I like him. I was so disappointed, I suddenly wanted to cry. I hated him. Hated that I spilled my guts to him, and he still had nothing to offer me. I don’t even know what he could offer, just something, anything.

“I’m just Horny. It’s not you, it’s just been a while for me, that’s all,” I spat out bitterly.

He looked taken aback and opened his mouth to say something when I stood abruptly and left his office. “Fuck you, Owen.”

Owen

Mental illness was a bitch. One second, she was ‘normal’ and then next, she was in a rage. I couldn’t read her like I could read others. I had a knack for reading people, but she was difficult for me for whatever reason. I didn’t try to follow her, I just let her go. I would try to speak with her later after I got some work done. I would also be doing some digging on BPD, so I could hopefully read Olivia a bit better. I sat, sighing and unlocking my desktop. Suddenly the door flew open and Aleesha walked in topless.

“Aleesha?” I furrowed my brows together.

“Hi, Mr. West,” she said in her high-pitched tone. It was slightly irritating.

“What can I do for you?” I tried to remain nonchalant.

“Oh, nothing. Just checking in to make sure I’m doing okay.” She looked down, feigning innocence. It was highly agitating.

“I’m sure you’re doing great, check in with Kat too.” I clicked on my keyboard, trying to look busy.

She moved closer, around my desk. I stood, not knowing what else to do. She reached up and tried to touch my face, I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She shoved her face towards mine and tried to kiss me, mashing her lips against mine.

The door swung open again. “You know what Owen-” Olivia stopped abruptly when she took sight of Aleesha stretching up, rubbing herself all over me like a cat. “You fucking pig!” she screamed and stormed right out.

Olivia

I had nowhere to go after leaving Owen’s office, our talk bothering me. I still couldn’t believe I was stupid enough to trust him with so much detailed information about my past. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, ruining my already ruined makeup further. I wiped at the black smudges under my eyes, trying to make myself look somewhat presentable.

I mulled over what we had talked about enough and I had something to say to him. He seemed to pull away just when I thought we were getting somewhere. I couldn’t accept that. Although I had only known him for a few days, I felt connected to him in more ways than one. Kat felt like a Sister already and Camilla, a best friend. I needed to spill to someone, and I would after I said what I had to say to Owen. I wanted to tell him how stupid he was, for trying to get to know me and help me. And then make himself unavailable emotionally and physically? No.

I burst into his office and started to spew, when I saw Aleesha wrapped around Owen like a damn slithering snake. He was holding her arm in a caressing kind of way, wasn’t he? It didn’t matter.

“You fucking pig!” I screamed and ran out just as fast as I had come in.

“Olivia!” I heard him call after me.

Fuck you.

I ran down the hall and almost tripped down the stairs. It was busy and people were staring. Beautiful women in gorgeous dresses, pretty little subs and their older doms and masters. I couldn’t take anymore for the day. It had been entirely too eventful. I called for a car and waited outside. There was a cigarette butt on the pavement, my mouth suddenly watered for the shitty menthol flavor of a Newport. I hadn’t smoked in years, but I still craved one from time to time.

Owen’s voice rang out from behind me as I got into the car that arrived early, I slammed the door. The drive home was fast, and I hurriedly got out and into West House, wanting to get into my room and scream into my pillow. I ran into Camilla in the front living room talking with some other girls.

“Olivia.” She knew something was wrong. She followed me up to my room. “What is it?” she asked as soon as we were in, and the door was shut.

I spilled my guts to her about the day’s events. I told her about my fainting spell and Owen assisting me, my talk with Owen and the things I confided in him about, him being an Ass and then practically fucking Aleesha in his office. Her mouth dropped to her knees.

“He did what with Aleesha?”

“He didn’t actually fuck her in his office, but that’s clearly where it was leading. I have this huge stupid crush on him, and he just shuts me out over and over. Yeah, we’ve just met, but the connection is there Camilla. I feel it. Then he turns out to be just like every other stupid guy.” I put my face in my hands and cried.

Camilla did her best to be there for me, patting and rubbing my back soothingly. “I don’t know what to say about all that, girl. But what I do know is that you are stronger than you think you are. If Owen wants Aleesha’s ugly Ass, then let him have her. But you aren’t going to collapse and cave in to harming yourself or anything, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed. I didn’t want to backtrack and end up self-harming again. I wanted to move past that stage in my life and liberate myself. But I needed help. I wanted to be liberated but didn’t want to do the work. It was so hard to explain.

Owen

The door slammed and I called after her, wanting to explain myself. But she was fast and Aleesha was still wrapped around me.

“Get the fuck off me now,” I grated.

She looked astonished that I would speak to her that way. She had no idea I had thoughts of throwing her out of the damn window for what she pulled.

“But, Owen,” she whined.

“No. You call me Mr. West, and you’re fired. You’ll need to find other living arrangements too. Speak with Kat and she’ll help you move to another home. There are other organizations.”

“I don’t want that! I want to be with you,” she cried pathetically.

I dragged her out of my office where Kat was thankfully standing in the hall to my office. “Take this thing and get her out. Now.” Kat saw the look in my eye and hurriedly took her arm, leading her away.

I ran down the rest of the hall, the stairs and out through the front entrance. It was somewhat busy and people were staring. Olivia was getting into a car, I called after her but she either didn’t hear me or ignored me.

Fuck.

I hopped in my car and sped home, trying to beat her there. I pulled in as the car was leaving, having no clue how it beat me. I saw Olivia running into the house. I sat in my car for thirty minutes or so, letting her hopefully calm down. I noticed she took to one of the other girls and they seemed to be best friends already. Maybe she would speak with her, and it would help calm her, giving her some sense of peace on that chaotic day.

After a while I couldn’t stop thinking and I had to get out of the car and see her. I walked into the house; it was uncharacteristically quiet. I walked up the stairs and to Olivia’s room. I knocked once and she asked who it was. I didn’t answer, for fear she wouldn’t open the door.

Another girl opened the door, Camilla, I thought her name was. She gave me a wry look and stepped out of the way, skirting around me, and exiting the room hurriedly. “Olivia,” I breathed.

“Get out.”

“No.” I walked in and slammed the door, making her jump a little. Her long dirty blonde hair was braided down her back. She wore short pink shorts and a cropped tank top. It showed so much skin, I thought my heart skipped a beat or two at first sight of her.

“What could you possibly have to say to me?” she demanded.

“I’m done with your attitude. It wasn’t what it looked like with Aleesha, but I don’t need to explain myself to you anyhow.” I wanted to say something to maybe her soothe and calm her, but it came out Ass backwards.

She gaped up at me. “Are you seriously being a dick right now after what you just pulled? Get out, now. I hate you. And fuck you.“

I snapped. I walked briskly across the room and snatched her up by her hair. I got nose to nose with her and asked, “What the fuck did you just say to me, little girl?”

Her eyes widened in shock and maybe fear as well. They started to water from the pressure on her scalp. I pulled her hair harder, making the tears spill over. Beautiful.

“You are nothing to me, Olivia. You’re not my girl or my sub. I can do whatever I want with whomever I please. You’ve been testing me since the moment you got here and I’m through with it. You want to brat me? Well, I get to punish you. Stand up, now.”

She surprisingly did as I asked, standing to her full height, she didn’t even come up to my chin. I grabbed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open and spit into her mouth. “Keep it in your mouth until I say so.” I spun her around and bent her over the bed. I lifted her dress and admired her bare Ass momentarily before beating it. I slapped it once very hard, making her whole body jerk and her yelp out in pain.

“Owen!” she cried.

“Shut up! You want to run your mouth to me and act like a little bitch, this is what happens. You want to be my sub? This is how I would treat you, got it? You don’t want me to be anything to you,” I gritted out bitterly. I was angry and taking it out on the wrong person, but I didn’t care.

I slapped both Ass cheeks with one hand, leaving another overlapping handprint from the one before. I slapped her Ass again and again. I went from one cheek to the other and then both at the same time. I stood back to admire my work and was shocked to see the wetness dripping down her legs. She’s aroused? Fuck.

I wanted nothing more than to hold her in my arms and fuck her into oblivion, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t let myself go there with her. She would destroy me, and I would destroy her.

I grabbed her hair and lifted her face to mine, bending over and whispering in the shell of her ear. “This is what happens when you’re a brat to me. Do it again, and it will be ten times worse than this. Got it, Olivia? Oh, and you can swallow now.”

She sniffled, “Yessir.” That’s all she said. My heart squeezed and my stomach started to hurt. I wanted to spank her all night and then rub her red and raw skin until she fell asleep in my arms. I shook my head, breaking Free from my reverie and pulled her dress back down.