Twice Loved

Chapter 18: Olivia

I'd done as Mason said, ran myself a bath and put way too many bubbles in it. I sat there relaxing, doing my best to not think about what Mason and Noah were doing. My tears had stopped when Mason grabbed his bag of goodies; I knew what was in that bag. Punishments edged with pleasure were Mason's specialty and that bag held the key. He'd used it on me a few times over the years, and my pussy throbbed with the thoughts of what Noah could possibly be going through.

I'd gotten out of the bath when the water was cool and I couldn't stop the mental images from bombarding me. I'd dried myself off and started to get ready for bed, only making it to putting on a pair of panties before I couldn't resist touching myself.

And when Mason opened the door and stepped aside to reveal a contrite Noah behind him, that was exactly how they found me.

I gasped, sitting up in bed with my hand still between my legs under my panties as my face flooded with heat. No matter the kind of things you're into, being caught masturbating is going to cause some kind of embarrassment.

"Ah, so I see we've got a naughty girl to deal with, don't we Noah?" Mason's voice was teasing and full of dark promises as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Yes, Sir." Noah's smirk as he looked me over had me pulling my hand out from my panties and hiding it behind my back, my other hand following suit.

"Oh no you don't. We know exactly what you were doing in here," Mason growled. "What were you thinking about baby?"

"I... I wasn't-"

"If a lie is about to come out of that pretty little mouth, I suggest you shut it or Noah won't be the only one punished tonight."

I snapped my mouth shut as wetness gathered between my thighs. Fuck, I seriously loved it when he got all dominant like that. My nipples turned into hard little peaks, something I'm sure both Noah and Mason immediately noticed.

"Wise choice. Now, we came up here because Noah has something he wants to say to you. I'm here to make sure he does it properly. Noah?"

We both turned to Noah, who swallowed and met my eyes. The desire was there, but banked behind his sorrow. I could already tell on his face that he regretted being such an ass to me and a small part of me wanted to forgive him without him even saying a word. The other, larger, part of me wanted him to do anything to soothe the ache that he'd built in me. It demanded retribution, and that part of me won. I stayed silent as he walked over to me and gently pulled me off the bed to stand.

He kept eye contact with me as he knelt on the floor in front of me, his hands resting on his thighs in a classic submissive pose. He'd never been like this for me, and it made my heart clench to see how much he was willing to do to prove he was sorry- and that was before he even opened his mouth.

"Olivia. I'm so fucking sorry for acting the way I have. You don't deserve my anger or frustration. You've done nothing to warrant it and I hope you can forgive me for being such a douche canoe."

A giggle escaped me at the unexpected insult to himself. I looked down at him, his face hopeful and apologetic, and I knew I couldn't say no. I sighed, leaning forward to run my hands through his hair. His eyes fell shut as I stroked through the strands a couple times, a small noise of pleasure sounding from him. I paused with my hands on the back of his neck, waiting for him to look at me again. When his gray-blue eyes met my green ones, I gave him my words of absolution.

"Of course I forgive you, Noah. I love you."

His breath hitched, and a second later his arms were wrapped around my hips, his face buried into the soft skin of my stomach. I continued to stroke his head and bare shoulders, letting him do what he needed to get himself under a semblance of control. I turned my head to the side to look over at Mason and the look on his face showed exactly what I was feeling- appreciation for this opportunity, to be able to experience love with these two people.