Dominance

XIII.❦ "Take control of me."

                                     WARNING: Mature content.                                 

                                    XIII.❦ "Take control of me."

Eyes opened, the world washing away her dreams as her body was turned onto her back. She swallowed, wetting her insides before realizing she was in her bed underneath the sheets. Her body sweating and clinging against the silk, star naked. A throbbing feeling made her head feel heavy, but at least it was less than the pain she'd experienced a few hours ago.Olivia stood from the bed, rubbing her temples before grabbing a robe and engulfing her body. 

Exiting her room, she walked into the kitchen to see a saucepan with noodles mixed with vegetable. Frowning, she saw an used plate just before she froze upon hearing a heavy sigh. Her head turned to the side, facing the closed door leading to the living room. As she slowly opened it, her eyesight caught sight of the noise-maker and her eyes widened. 

Harry lay upon the couch, his hands against the back of his head and his heels kicked upon the arm as his ankles were crossed. The TV-field in the air showed a soccer game. 

Upon hearing Olivia entering the room, Harry turned his body and head to face her. "Feeling better?" He asked, but Olivia was left speechless and stared at him as if he was an total miracle to arrive in her living room. Memories filled her mind, the orgasm he'd given her making her clamp her thighs shut as he blood rushed down to the right place

   "Why are you still here?" She asked.

Harry frowned. "Well, that's nice of you. I'll leave, then." Olivia's stomach clenched.

   "No! No... I didn't mean it like that! I... Just mean, why are you still here?" She asked again as Harry sat up, his feet on the ground and his legs slightly widened. 

   "Didn't feel like leaving." 

   "Oh." Olivia walked into the further into the room and stopped once Harry eyed the pink silk robe she wore around her body. When his eyes met Olivia's, Olivia's eyes widened a bit.

   "Jesus, Olivia. I've seen you naked two times now, don't be a fucking coward." Harry demanded and Olivia slowly walked further and sat down onto the couch. "Be confident." He spoke, looking directly into her eyes.  

Olivia only looked down at her fiddling hands. "Why did you do it, again?"

   "What?"

Blood rushed to her cheeks and she didn't dare to look up as she spoke, "You know, what happened a few hours ago."

   "Just tried to help. and by comparing to you before and now, it apparently did, didn't it?"

Her teeth lightly sank into her bottom lip as was a tomato by now, even her fingertips tingling before she lightly shrugged. 

   "I made dinner, feel free to eat."

   "I'm not hungry."

   "You need to eat something."

   "I don't want to."

   "Olivia." Harry warned and Olivia sighed. 

   "Please leave if you're going to be like that." She spoke and looked up, meeting his jade eyes staring at her with his eyebrows lightly frowned. Olivia swallowed over the hardness of her throat, but kept her ground.

   "Like what?" Harry asked, his tone getting deeper but louder when he said the second word.

Sighing, Olivia leaned backwards and placed one knee over the thigh of her other leg. "All demanding and that."