Beautiful, feisty, game-on-girl Olivia Roux. There was only ever one contender for my ‘O’ post for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge, my lovely heroine from the Alchemy xii series. Always struggling under the not-so-tender mercy of Harry Lomax as her mischievous Dom takes his pleasure at her expense, Olivia is able to seduce and charm in equal measure.
Here’s an excerpt from my favourite Alchemy episode – so far – Alchemy xii – February…
Excerpt from Alchemy xii – February
As I came down the stairs I looked around for Harry. I couldn’t see him. Something felt different, then my nipples peaked. Ouch. Despite the fire, the room felt cold. Extremely cold to someone without any clothes on. The door to the outside balcony swung open so I scurried across to close it.
He had to be kidding. I stopped in the doorway.
“What are you doing?”
“Olivia, out here, now!”
I wrapped my arms around my torso and tip-toed out onto the snow-smattered decking. Harry’s clothes were strewn on the floor, so I quickly stepped onto his pants to protect my feet. At the far end of the deck, steam rose from a hot tub. Harry basked in the water like a self-satisfied otter. Oh, yes, I could make it that far.
“Stop where you are,” said Harry as I arrived within a few feet of the tub.
“What?” My teeth were already chattering, making it sound as if I said the word three times.
Nothing but Harry’s head was visible above the bubbling cauldron and I could barely make out his features through the steam.
“Did I send you a list of instructions?”
“Yes, Sir.” I answered as fast as I could. I didn’t want to be out here long.
“Instruction One—pack outdoor gear. Pass or fail?”
“Instruction Two—wear red underwear. Pass or fail?”
“Instruction Three—memorize a passage which speaks to you from one of the books I picked in the library. We could have done it inside but you’re owed a punishment, aren’t you?”
My teeth were chattering even harder.
“For s-s-slapping you, Sir.”
I shivered. The cold had leached through the fabric of Harry’s pants and my feet were starting to hurt.
“Which won’t happen again?”
“Which won’t happen again, Sir”
“So, let’s hear it. Word perfect or you say it over until it is.”
When I said earlier I’d done nothing Harry instructed, I was lying. So sue me, diary. I just had a moment the night before when I’d thought I might stay. So luckily I’d done the task and learned a passage.
“Now?” I could hardly form the word with my lips.
“Yes, now,” said Harry, plunging his head momentarily under the water and re-emerging in a cloud of steam.
“That woman…” I started to say.
“Venus in Furs by Ritter von Leopold thingamabob…”
“Venus in Furs by Ritter von Masoch-Sacher.”
“Harry, I’m freezing to fucking death.”
“Liv, we can go on all night. Again.”
I was trembling so fiercely I feared I was about to fall over onto the icy deck, from which I’d have no chance of getting up. I took a deep breath. The freezing air seared the back of my throat.
“Venus in Furs by Ritter von Sacher-Masoch.”
“Better. Now go ahead.”
My teeth were chattering so violently the only way to stop them was to clamp my jaw shut. My feet had gone from burning pain to completely numb. It was a wonder I was standing at all.
“Get on with the quote. The sooner you perform, the sooner you’ll be in here.”
“That w-w-woman, as nature has c-c-created h-h-her…”
“I can’t understand a word you’re saying, Liv. Start again, come closer and speak more clearly.”
Did I ever tell you how much I hate Harry Lomax?
I walked without feeling below my knees and came to stand by the edge of the tub. I steadied myself with one hand, even though I could feel my fingers freezing as I touched the snowy rim.
“That woman as nature has created her, and as man is at present educating her, is his enemy. She can only be his slave or his despot, but never his companion. This she can become only when she has the same rights as he, and is his equal in education and work.”
Once my mouth had got into the swing of talking, I was able to make myself repeat the quote I’d memorized in a matter of seconds. When I finished, I waited for what seemed like hours while Harry digested. Finally, he smiled that smile.
“Only you, Olivia, could find a feminist tract in the BDSM canon.” He laughed. “You never disappoint me, darling! Now, come on, get in here with me.”
I didn’t need asking twice.
Unheeding of the risk of slipping on the icy steps, I virtually galloped up them and launched myself in.
Quite possibly my scream set off an avalanche somewhere across the valley. If my scream didn’t, Harry’s gale of laughter did.
The water was burning hot. My skin was on fire. I was like a missionary in a cartoon, tossed into the cannibals’ bubbling pot. I quite literally felt as if I’d been plunged into a kettle of boiling water. I screamed long and loud. I couldn’t get out quick enough. But the freezing cold air hardly acted as a balm.
“Harry, you bastard! You fucking bastard!”
“You fucking bastard, Sir,” he corrected, still snorting with laughter.
“You’re a sadist.”
“Nuh-uh,” he said, shaking his head. “We established that earlier. You’re a masochist, darling, and I’m just helping you to explore all its dimensions. Now, get in before you catch your death.”
Very gingerly, I lowered myself into the warm—to me, scalding—water. My numb toes burned. My nipples felt as if they had just been released from the tightest of clamps. I moaned as I edged deeper in, scowling across the tub at Harry.
“I hate you, Sir.”
“No, you don’t. Come and sit on my lap so I can warm you up properly.”
Feeling as if my skin had been branded, I scooted through the hot water toward him. Outside I felt hot but inside I was freezing. My teeth still chattered. Harry’s hands on my body burned and his tongue brought warmth to my cold lips. His kiss, as always, melted my core. I trembled, unable to fathom whether I was hot or cold, burning or freezing. I was still furious with him. But I felt so turned on that, as always, resistance was futile.
As he took possession of my mouth, he guided my hips down over his until I felt his cock pushing up inside me. A shiver ran up my spine. Goosebumps rose. Harry worked me up and down on his lap, my nipples scraping against his chest piercings. I bit his lip as hard as I could until he raised a hand to my hair, yanking my head back.
“Witch,” he said. A trickle of blood ran down his chin.
“Bastard,” I said.
He slid off the hot tub’s bench, dislodging me from my perch. As we both stood, our torsos emerged from the warm water. The cold air pricked as sharply on my skin as the frost patterns on a window. Harry grabbed me by the waist and spun me round. A hand between my shoulder blades pushed me forward to bend over the side of the tub. My breasts were plunged into fresh snow. I yelped. Then, before the shock had subsided, Harry’s cock plunged back into me from behind. He fucked me hard and, thankfully, fast. My hips cracked against the wooden side of the tub, my knees knocked the wooden seat, though the impact was lessened by virtue of being underwater. My nipples became tight, hard nubs, rubbed into the gritty crystals of snow that had partly thawed and refrozen. The frost burned fiercely. I struggled to lift myself but Harry’s hand on the back of my neck held me down. He swung his other hand around to the front of my hips to search out my clit. His wasn’t the gentle touch of a lover—and this certainly wasn’t a moment for tenderness. As soon as he found the nub of flesh, he pinched hard, twisting as he tightened his grip.
My spine twisted as I struggled against him. My orgasm broke like an avalanche, tumbling through me and over me. I think I screamed. At one point I seemed to have a mouthful of snow. Harry thrust harder until he came as well. His hips pressed against mine and he tugged at my clit until I surrendered to another orgasm. My back arched and he relented with the hand at my neck. I pushed myself up and leaned back against him. His warm hands cupped my breasts, branding them with heat as we slid back down into the bubbling water once again.
We were both panting. Both unable to speak. Harry cradled me on his lap and kissed my cold mouth.
“Like I said, you never disappoint me, Liv.”
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