Chapter 242. Yes Mistress

Olivia was up and walking like she hadn’t just unraveled above me. 

All MISTRESS again, she leaned down at the foot of the bed to claim one of the unknown things she had kept there. 

“I find your jealousy extremely hot.” She straightened up and slapped a dildo against her palm. 

My face must have darkened like my mood did, because one look at my face, and she burst into giggles.

Seeing her amusement, I suspected that whatever ploy she had in mind, I wasn’t going to like it one bit.

“However,” she continued, climbing back on the bed, “I don’t know what to make of it sometimes.”

As she crawled past my dick, she caressed the crown with her gloved palm, and I cried out, “Jesus, Oliv… Mistress.”

She smiled in satisfaction. 

The fucking bitch. I was so ripe for sex. I preferred if she would just keep away from my dick if she had no plans to sit on it anytime soon.

“You damn near punched that man’s head last night. And for