Her - S01 E20

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Her - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1. EPISODE 20

Olivia Woods

I woke up with him deep inside of me. I tried to move away instantly. My whole body felt bruised. Yet I wasn't mad at him. At all.

They had molded me into being the perfect submissive for them. And I couldn't complain.

His tattooed arms were steel around me. I tried to move again, but it did nothing.

"Zavier." I poked his arm. "Zavier."

He groaned as he woke up. "It's Sunday, Kitten. Let me sleep." He pushed himself deeper. I gasped. "Shut up now."

"I- you have to pull out now!"

"I do?"

"It hurts-" I was already throbbing. I needed to cum so bad.

"Cry about it." He pulled me closer to him. "Now sleep." He pulled the covers higher over me.

"Mean."

"Mhm."

. . .

I woke up feeling him pull out of me and gently moving me to my back. His lips brushed on my forehead and then he walked away. I opened my eyes, feeling my body throb with pain again. I got out of bed and instantly collapsed.

"Damnit!"

He heard the noise and instantly rushed into the room, now dressed in just sweatpants. "Kitten." He picked me up. "Where are you going?"

"Washroom."

"I'll take you."

"Have to shower-"

"I'll prepare you a bath." He looked over my body and I followed his gaze. There were hickeys all over my breasts. My breasts were red. I looked down at the area between my legs that was red too. It looked swollen. I touched my neck. I could feel the giant hickeys he had made. I could feel the burn of the toy in my ass.

His jaw set but he didn't say a thing. He helped me into the washroom and waited outside as I freshened up. He prepared a bath, as promised, and helped me wash my hair. When we were done, he wrapped me in a fluffy towel and picked me up.

"What do you want to wear?"

I set my head against his shoulder. "I want you to choose."

He hummed. "Alright." He picked out a pretty black shapeless dress that had tiny sunflowers embroidered on it. He picked out the most comfortable panties I had, probably knowing I wouldn't want to wear anything else.

"Bra?"

I shook my head. "Can't."

He nodded and lowered me to the ground. I stumbled. My legs felt weak.

He instantly picked me up. "I'll dress you."

"You don't have to-"

He kissed my forehead. "Let me help, Olivia."

"Kitten."

He smiled. "Kitten."

He helped me dress. I liked the fact that you could barely tell if I was wearing a bra under the dress he had picked out. There weren't many advantages to having small breasts, but being able to ditch a bra was definitely one. He helped me dry my hair and then even held the bottle of my mascara as I applied it.

When we were done, my legs seemed to have gained a bit of strength and I could finally walk. I didn't dare even glance at my heels and covered my feet with comfortable black flats.

We ate dinner in silence. His departure, which was to happen in the evening, was the elephant in the room and I didn't want to address it.

He looked at me as I ate my pancake. I was going to miss his amazing cooking.

"Kitten."

"Hm?"

His jaw clenched. "Was I too rough?"

"No."

He looked at me, at the marks on my neck. "Does that hurt too much?"

"No."

"Are you lying?"

"I am not, I promise."

He pulled me to him, holding me close. "Tell me what you didn't like."

"I liked all of it!"

He glared down at the plate. "I shouldn't have been so rough with you, especially when I am leaving today."

"You took care of me, don't worry. I'm alright."

He rubbed my arm. "Giovanni is in town." He slid my plate over so that I could eat. "He will be for a while. He will check up on you. Are you okay with that?"

"You trust him."

"With my life."

"Then I am okay with it." I smiled, taking his hand in mine. I pressed it to my cheek.

He caressed my face. "I hit you too hard."

"I would have said the safe world if you did."

"Would you?" He asked softly. "I know you like to please us. But know that anything that happens that you don't like can never please me. Please us. Yes?"

"I know," I said softly. "Are you okay, Zavier?"

He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "I..." He sighed. "I don't like leaving my kitten alone."

"Giovanni is here, isn't he?"

"You like him?"

"He is cool."

He frowned. "You're mine."

"I am." I snuggled into him.

. . .

Zavier was dragging his feet.

"We have more time," he said, tugging at the neckline of my dress. "Let me put something on your bruises."

"I'm alright." I squirmed away from him on the couch. He had already fussed over me the whole day.

"No, you're not." He grabbed my wrist, pulling me to him. "Let Daddy see."

I sighed as he pulled the neckline, looking at my breasts. The redness had decreased but there were large hickeys which didn't lose their colour.

He frowned. "I can't leave you like this." He kissed the hickeys on my breasts and then the ones on my neck. This was not helping with the throb between my legs.

"I am okay," I said. "I promise." I pulled my dress up.

He frowned. "Do you want me to go?"

"What? No." I cupped his face. "I don't. You know that."

He nodded. "I do."

"I love you."

He smiled at that. "I love you, too."

He still looked troubled. We were in the apartment and had about an hour till he needed to leave. Yes, he had bought the jet so he could go when he wanted. But I knew if I mentioned that he would go as late as possible.

I didn't want him to go, at all, but he needed to handle business.

He left for the airport soon. He didn't want me to travel during the night. He left the keys of his car on the counter and a lingering kiss on my lips.

I sat on the couch, the silence of the apartment was too loud.

I lifted the neckline of my dress to my nose, smelling his cologne.

. . .

"This is good!" I slammed the bat down on something I didn't even bother recognizing. "I'm coming here every day!"

Daisy Rose watched me. "Um - Olivia - our time is about to be up."

"What?" I removed the goggles. "Okay. I'll pay more. Leave the TV for me."

"Okay." She aimed her bat at a small case and grinned. "We are coming here everyday." She smashed something again. "Is it just me or are you too picturing Professor Dickhole's face while smashing stuff?"

"Her, and some other people."

Igor. My dad. Adrick. High school bullies. My mom's face floated in and out.

I paid for another hour and the man eyed my floral dress, and the bat in my hand, and then my face.

"Problem?"

He shook his head. "Not at all," he said and then I marched back to the room and broke the TV to bits.

"So," Daisy said. "This definitely doesn't have anything to do with a certain tatted dude leaving, is it?"

"I do not know what you are talking about."

She nodded. "No idea, hm?"

I smashed the bat into a toaster. Why was a toaster here? "Nope."

"Well," his heavy accented voice came from behind me. "When they asked me to check up on their precious little girlfriend, I didn't expect this."

I looked over my shoulder at Giovanni who was leaning against the door frame, smirking.

I offered him a bat.

"Um, actually!" One of the staff marched towards us. "You have to pay fo-"

Giovanni just looked at him. The man ran away.

He accepted the bat. "Can you break the staff?"

"I don't think it's allowed."

"Pity."

. . .