Love Addict's RPG Ch. 58

So close to the end. Just need to get the sex chapter(s?) done and then the cliffhanger. Will definitely be done within the next week, hopefully.

Also unrelated but I'm going back and getting rid of Mia calling Oliver 'Sir', didn't feel it was fitting in the end and you won't see it in the following scenes.

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Oliver was wiped. He leaned back the passenger seat as far as it could go while Mia drove them around, not even caring about the lack of fast travel. The particulars of dinner were also something he didn't care too much about. Anything was fine with him so long as it was edible.

Mia decided she would just make him something at her place rather than wasting money on takeout if that was the case, so she brought him home. Much to his embarrassment, he was so comfortable in his seat that she had to go around to his door and physically help him up. She teased him a little and said it was fine, saying he could crash on the couch while she cooked.

Mia led him into her apartment while holding hands, shouting, "Honey, I'm home," with sarcasm to her mysterious roommate. When said roommate didn't respond, Mia gestured at the couch. "Go on and chill. Gonna check in with Zoe real quick."

"Sure," Oliver took off his shoes and laid flat across her couch, sinking into its plush depths and sighing.

From this position, Oliver watched Mia knock on Zoe's door several times. There was no response. Shrugging, she opened it and stepped inside. He couldn't really see anything of the inside from his position. All he knew was that it was dark in there, save for some LED lighting that shifted from blue to pink to purple on repeat. Mia shut the door behind her after stepping in, and he didn't pick up on any of the conversation.

Mia returned a minute later, looking normal enough that he could assume the interaction went fine.

"Everything go okay in there?"

"Sí. Made sure Zoe knows I have a gentleman caller tonight and that I expect her not to disturb me if, for some reason, she spontaneously develops a fit of wanderlust and ventures outside her room," Mia walked over to her her kitchen, pausing at her island to lean over it and smiled at him from afar. "Also, I went and apologized in advance if my screaming voice breaks through her room's soundproofing."

Oliver blushed. "That didn't actually happen on Monday, did it?"

"No," Mia rubbed her right wrist, her smile becoming more suggestive. "But something tells me tonight's gonna be even crazier. Figured I'd hedge my bets."

"Please, do go on. All this flirting and sex talk is definitely gonna help me relax enough to get back my stamina."

Mia laughed softly, suddenly bashful as she told him, "Should probably stop, yeah. Happen to be pretty damn worked up, so you're gonna need it if you really wanna calm me down..."

Things became quiet between them for a moment as Oliver tried to keep himself from getting a massive erection so early in the night. Mia took this silence the wrong way, her anxiety making her think she'd teased him a little too far. "Sorry. Don't mean to get so ahead of myself, just... really, really excited."

"Trust me, I get where you're coming from," Oliver laughed. "I'm the same. Never been so excited in my life."

"...Really?"

"What? Is that so hard to believe?"

"A little, yeah..." Mia frowned, rubbing her wrist. "Don't think most guys would be so excited for a night of heavy petting and cuddling only. Let alone with, well... you know."

"Don't make me come over there and show you how beautiful I think you are," Oliver warned.

The sudden sternness in his voice activated Mia's submissiveness, giving her slight chills and a crooked smile. "Sorry, mi amor..." she mumbled hazily, adding in after a few moments of quietude. "How exactly would you show me, though...?"

"I wouldn't. I told you not to make me come over there because I physically can't right now- your couch is sucking me into another dimension, and I haven't recovered enough strength to escape yet."

Oliver's humor snapped Mia out of her lustful stupor, focusing her and making her smile. "Mn, shame. Guess we'll have to see if dinner and a nap'll perk you up enough to wiggle out of the scary couch's clutches, then. Won't we?"

He didn't have any objections to that, so Oliver closed his eyes and drifted off until she woke him up half an hour later and presented the food. She'd made something easy, blue-ribbon beef nachos. It wasn't her intention to explicitly make him Mexican food as some special statement or anything; she just happened to have the stuff for it, and they were effortless to make.

That was fine by him. Oliver meant it when he said he was down for anything. His body demanded food even more than it did before his nap, and he happily scarfed dinner down with reckless abandon. Mia expected this and brought him another plate after the first. Having someone cook for him was a little weird but ultimately nice. Definitely something he could get used to, especially since Mia was pretty damn great at it.

"Had enough?" She asked once she was finished with hers. "Was gonna bring the rest to Zoe, but you need it way more than she does after all that ass-kicking."

"No, I'm good. Go ahead and give it to Zoe. Thanks, though. You should've told me you knew how to cook. That was great!"

"Figured you knew by now that surprises are kind of my thing," Mia smiled out of self-satisfaction. "How're you feeling, by the way?"

"A lot better, actually. Almost as good as I did before the fight."

"Yeah, that sounds about right..." Mia raised a brow, noticing his lack of bruising or a swollen face. "You always heal this fast?"

"I do when lewd activities are on the line," Oliver dodged the question, hoping she'd find it charming enough to drop the line of questioning.

Luckily, she did.

"Course you do," Mia sighed teasingly, piling up their dishes and bringing them to the sink, where she promptly soaked them. Then, she carried a plate of nachos to her roommate's dwelling.

When Mia opened the door, Zoe's sharp voice carried out of her soundproofed room this time. "-bro, bro, bro. I am NOT fucking saying that. I don't give a shit how much you tip! Go get your creepy ASMR fix from some slut who's desperate enough to deepthroat their microphone. I'm trying to fucking game here! Chat, can you believe this shit? I fucking can't, I... wha? Fuck're you basement-dwelling smegma-suckers spamming 'housekeeping is back' for, I don't have housekeeping, I-"

Mia closed the door behind her, leaving Oliver to grow even more curious about Zoe's stream than he already was. She was only in there for a few seconds, but it was enough for Mia to sigh upon her exit.

"You've really got to introduce us one of these days," Oliver teased. "Zoe sounds simply delightful."

Mia laughed, unamused. "Rather not think about that eventual crossover episode right now, mi amor. Rather get you fixed up with your dessert."

"Is that a metaphor, or..."

Mia laughed, this time amused. "Prolly will be one of these days. Meant it more literally this time. Made you a little something after I got home from work today. Hold on."

She went over and got something from the fridge before sitting beside him on the couch. Two small paper plates were pressed together in her hands, a subtle blush on her cheeks as she smiled nervously. "Here," she extended her hands. "Little late on the draw here, but it didn't go so great the first time I tried this, so..."

Oliver slowly reached out and took his dessert from Mia, anxious to see why she was treating it like such a big deal. After he removed the upper plate, he understood what it all meant. His heart skipped, overwhelmed like it got last night when she sent him the drawing she'd made for him, though this was admittedly even more exciting.

Inside was a decently-sized Valentine's Day heart chocolate that rivaled anything you'd get out of a box. It had red frosting running along the borders like elegant trim, and in the center, white frosting spelled out the words 'You Won!' in fancy cursive script. Oliver looked at the chocolate and then at Mia, noticing how nervous she got the longer he went without saying anything.

"This is... amazing, Mia..."

"Don't know if I go that far, but..."

"I would," Oliver stressed, watching as her expression eased from the praise. "So... when you called out to me after work last Wednesday...?"

"Yeah," Mia rubbed her wrist and looked away. "Had this whole thing planned, was gonna try and confess to you, see if I couldn't get the ball rolling... maybe even try to jog your memory and see if you remembered me, but, well... there's a reason I can't get too upset with you whenever you drop the ball, mi amor. Not much better, myself."

Oliver's emotions ran wild, his pulse pounding with love and affection. This right here- this was what he was fighting for. He acted without thinking. He placed the chocolate on the coffee table and grabbed Mia by her shoulders, gently pulling her into optimal kissing range.

She was surprised by the suddenness but was far from put off.

Mia sank into their kiss, enjoying the moment of intimacy for all it was worth. No one was here to see them going at it this time. It was just the two of them, alone with their feelings and with all the time the world to explore them. The kiss lasted for five minutes, never becoming too raunchy but skirting the line often enough for them both to feel a little worked up when they were done.

They smiled at each other in the aftermath, both blushing and nervous.

"I wasn't sure what to say to all that," Oliver confessed. "Hope that got across how thankful I am."

"Tempted to say it didn't, but I'm not ready to get carried away just yet," she laughed softly.

"If I went and checked your fridge, I wouldn't find an identical chocolate with the words 'You Lost!' on it, would I?"

"No, of course not," Mia smirked. "Counted on you winning because you told me would. I'm a good little kitten who does what she's told, sí?"

"You really are a good kitten, aren't you...?" Oliver sighed dreamily at how lucky he was, even if saying the kitten part out loud was still somewhat embarrassing.

"I am. Could always train me to be a better one, though..." Mia momentarily let her words hang in the air, enjoying how her suggestion tormented Oliver and made him so desperately desire to pounce her. Before she'd let him, however, they had a prior arrangement she had yet to honor.

"Mind waiting a sec, mi amor? Wanted to go grab a few things and slip into something more comfortable."

"I don't think there's a man alive who would say no to that," he said, still halfway distracted by the thought of training her and wondering if he'd missed the most opportune time to give her the present he'd brought her.

"Good. Un momento." Mia smiled warmly and headed towards her room, closing the door behind her. That was already exciting enough, but the notification that cropped up after she did only tripled Oliver's anticipation.

Finally! Oliver pumped his fist since no one was looking. It was still so surreal to him how fast he got Mia to her second Heart Event. It'd only been two days since he'd cleared her first, and here they were again. He could scarcely imagine what was about to happen. The first Heart Event was an emotional affair leading up to her becoming his girlfriend. If that was anything to go off of, their relationship was about to ramp up even more than it already had...

Oliver could scarcely wait for her to finish up in there, every second feeling drawn out and miserable as he sat on the edge of his seat nibbling at his chocolate- which was absolutely delicious, by the way. God, she couldn't be more perfect if she tried...

He had to immediately rescind this thought the moment she stepped out of her room. Mia emerged as the BGM shifted to a more slow and sensual version of her theme song. She'd changed while away and was now wearing a big, oversized T-shirt with a funny picture of a cat holding a knife and a pair of pajama shorts. It wasn't the sexiest outfit in the world, but it might as well have been judging by Oliver's reaction.

What really elevated it was how oversized the shirt was. The neckline dipped a little low, and it almost looked like she wasn't wearing anything underneath, as the pajama shorts were only visible when she moved. Her legs made up for what they lacked in length by having decently thick upper thighs, bigger than he'd expect on such a short girl. They looked so soft, and her dark, dusky skin drew him in and refused to let his attention span go.

The fact that Mia was clearly not wearing a bra might've had a little something to do with his excitement, as well. Just a little. He couldn't see anything poking through- not yet- but they jiggled freely as she moved, getting Oliver halfway to drooling.

Mia was pleased by his reaction, though she said nothing, not having it in her to tease him for staring. It was good enough for her as long as it had the intended effect. She needed her courage for more important things, namely the arm full of sketchbooks she carried.

"Oh, shit," Oliver remembered as soon as she sat next to him and placed all of the books on the table save for one, which she kept in her hand. "I totally forgot you were gonna show me your art tonight."

Mia hesitated giving it to him, holding the last book against her chest. "Are you not feeling up to it right now? We can wait, I just-"

"No, no! I've been waiting ages for this. I'm just saying there was so much going on today that it slipped my mind. That's all."

Now assured, Mia lowered her guard and slowly extended the sketchbook to him. "...Okay. Don't be surprised if I get quiet while you flip through it, though. Rather let everything you see speak for itself before discussing it."

Oliver took what was offered delicately, like it was a sacred text meant to be revered. He studied how nervous she was, no doubt thinking back to the last time one of her sketchbooks ended up in his hands. "You sure you're ready?"

"Appreciate that you care enough to check, but yeah, I'm sure..." Mia gave him a weak smile and rubbed her wrist while shifting around uncomfortably. "Go on, then."

At her behest, he cracked open the first page and was immediately met with pornographic sketches. Oliver gave her a side glance, noticing her smile looked a touch more apologetic than it was a second ago. It made him laugh softly before turning his attention back to the page.

The sketches themselves were wonderful. Oliver maintained his belief that she was on the level of most professional hentai artists able to make a career of their work, if not better. It wasn't even biased towards his girlfriend that made him think this, but his experience as a frequent consumer of such material.

Putting aside the quality, Oliver started to look more closely at the subjects Mia drew. Every page was a shotgun blast of differing things, though he was clearly looking at a book dedicated primarily to studies. Not many illustrations seemed fully finalized to his untrained eyes, Oliver believing more that these were focused on quantity, allowing Mia to refine her fundamental techniques through repetition and iteration.

There were studies of breasts, vaginas, asses, penises, faces, hairstyles, different types of lingerie, and so much more. Most of these studies were rendered in pencil, but some were taken a bit farther through pen and ink. The best ones were the figure drawings, where Mia included most of the body and put everything she'd studied into practice. More often than not, these figure drawings were females of varying body types. He recognized a decent chunk of the characters, while others might've been wholly original as far as he could tell.

As he progressed through the first sketchbook, these figure drawings became more sexual in nature and were no longer limited to a single character per study. The characters on the pages were touching themselves, kissing, fucking, and everything in between. Well, maybe not everything. Oliver didn't notice any extreme fetishes, but there did seem to be a running theme of male domination more often than not. Not much of a surprise, but there were a few other running themes that were more so.

He was about halfway through the book when he finally felt the need to comment on it.

Oliver looked over at her again, noticing how red Mia's face was and that she was sweating. He wasn't sure if she was embarrassed, terrified, or maybe even aroused, but before he said a word, he took a step towards easing her by placing his hand on her thigh. It made things worse for a moment as she was startled by the sudden contact, but the next thing he knew, her hand was holding his, and she was smiling awkwardly.

"Any thoughts?" She asked in a quiet voice.

"Well, my biggest thought is that you're fucking wasting away working at a shitty grocery store. You should be doing this full-time, and I'll stand by that on my dying breath."

"...Wouldn't be opposed," she gulped, her face somehow now a thousand times more red. "Just not really in the cards right now."

"Why's that?"

Mia's entire vibe shifted as she frowned, and Oliver immediately understood that this wasn't a good topic to pursue. "Life gets in the way, you know how it is," she zipped past with a quick excuse, changing the subject immediately. "Anything else come to mind, mi amor?"

Pressing her during the middle of her second Heart Event hardly seemed like the best idea to Oliver. If she wanted him to talk about it, she would've. He figured that right now was more about getting to know Mia through her art, so he focused on that instead.

"It comes to my attention that you draw a lot of naked ladies," Oliver phrased it elegantly.

This softened her up a little bit, and she let out a tiny laugh. "Just so happens I do."

"Any special reason for that?"

"Girls are generally more fun for me to draw," she shrugged. "Reckon my repressed bisexuality might factor into the equation somewhat, too, I guess. Hard to say."

This wasn't so much a revelation as much as it was confirmation. Oliver wasn't surprised to hear this or bothered by it. If anything, he found it a little amusing.

"Really dead set on being the most stereotypical lapsed Catholic you can be, aren't you?"

Mia lightened up and laughed, "Sí, mi amor. I specifically chose to wire my brain for maximum comedic effect."

"More people should do that," Oliver joked. "I mean, if it's that easy..."

She smirked, letting a couple seconds pass before asking, "Getting the sense you don't care all that much?"

"Not really? Or at least, that's what I would say if there weren't a staggering amount of group sex sketches featuring one man and multiple women," Oliver said, flipping through the pages rapidly to see if he noticed any exceptions. "Like, I would've expected some gangbang pics or at least a few devil's threesomes mixed in, but no, it's pretty much all male/female/female plus all the way down..."

"It's just my thing," Mia shrugged. "Bradley said it was your thing, too, by the by."

"Of course he did..." Oliver shut his eyes in frustration, wondering what else his trusted wingman might've told his cheerleading squad when he wasn't around to stop him.

"Was he lying?"

"Well... no, but..."

"Mn..." Mia looked up thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Now you know why I was so frustrated at mi hermanos, sí?"

"I think so, but I'd like to hear you say it out loud so that I don't make an ass out of myself,"

Mia smiled, laughing quietly to herself. "Dumbasses were all worked up trying to protect me from something I'm actively interested in experiencing..."

Oliver then knew two things about his current situation that he hadn't a few moments prior. The first was that he was in dangerous waters, and the second was that the universe might've been trying to send him a message. If what she was saying was true, Mia was perfect for him in even more ways than he already thought. It was cosmically convenient.

"Spell it out for me a little more clearly? Still feels like I'm one or two pages behind."

"Saying that while you don't get a license go around and turn into a piece of shit on me, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if those idiotas were right about your inevitable ascension to Fuckboi Supreme..." Mia looked at him again, smiling awkwardly as she touched his thigh. The expression on her face clearly communicated how weird she knew all this was, and before he could say anything else, she clarified further. "Wasn't exactly in a rush to share any of this, just so you know. It's not integral to my happiness that we inevitably mess around in, mn... this sort of way... but it's a little hard to show you my art without owning up to it."

Oliver closed his eyes, reflecting on everything he'd heard. "So, again. Just to make sure I'm not getting anything wrong. I entered into the first relationship of my life only to discover after the fact that the girl I'm crazy about is an open-minded bisexual who thinks the only thing hotter than being owned and dominated by me is sharing me."

"...Stranger things have happened?" She asked, sounding quite uncertain. Mia's awkward smile grew even more so as a bead of sweat ran down her brow. "Just think of it like winning the girlfriend lottery."

"I already thought I won the girlfriend lottery, now I'm just in this surreal state of constantly wondering 'what the fuck even is this'..." Oliver laughed. He then shot her an accusatory glance. "So, is the reason you got on my case about Rebecca the other day because you want me to hook up with her, or what?"

"Mn? No, not specifically. Unless you want me to put in a good word for you?" She managed a teasing grin.

"...One thing at a time, Mia,"

"Not hearing a 'no'..." Mia noted, to which Oliver blushed and looked away. She continued talking, explaining, "Jokes aside, I don't have some explicit agenda to hook you up with my friends or anything, no. Just noticed she was crushing on you and thought I'd tease you a little about it. That, and it was kinda fun seeing you squirm."

Oliver shook his head in disbelief and continued flipping through the sketchbook, laughing mildly. "You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"And you aren't?" She cocked her head.

"No, I'm way worse than that. I'd go so far as to say I'm emotionally stunted to hell and back. Shit, I can barely handle flirting with you while keeping my shit together, so the thought of anything more than that is just beyond the pale..." Oliver closed the first sketchbook and placed it on the table.

Mia surprised him by taking his hand and sandwiching it between hers, rubbing the upper layer reassuringly. "Again, this is more me just saying, 'hey, I'm into this' and it's cool if you aren't. That said, you clearly got some issues to work through. Noticed there seems to be a lot of tension going on with Stacy in particular. What's going on there, mn?"

"I could ask you the same question," Oliver gave her a playful smile.

She initially didn't react much to the accusation, admitting, "She's hot? Not exactly proud of it given what she did, and I think it'd take a lot for us to become actual friends, but..." Mia paused, looking away as her thoughts trailed off. "She was real nice to Becca today. Really went out of her way to help her feel more comfortable, and no one asked her to do that. I gotta give her credit for that."

"Yeah, that was nice of her," Oliver admitted. "And you've pretty much described where I'm at with my thoughts on Stacy. It's confusing."

"I can imagine," Mia frowned, squeezing his hand tight. "Not everyone deals with their trauma the same way, mi amor. From what I've seen, you're the type who heals best by confronting the source. Want you to know I support that, even if things start getting weird between you. The boss lady, though...? Gonna need you to explain that one to me because 'satisfaction pings' doesn't cut it."

Oliver blushed bright red, cursing everything he owned up to in his moment of vulnerability the other night. He explained himself in a fluster, stating, "It's nowhere near as convoluted as everything going on with Stacy. I just caught Tessa in a weird mood a couple times this last week, and I don't know... you how when someone who's usually really mean shows off a nicer side, and you start thinking maybe they aren't as bad as you thought?"

"Sí. Think there might've been a Disney movie about that." She stared at him with unflinching sarcasm.

"No, I'm like... eighty percent sure this isn't Stockholm syndrome..."

"Don't gotta keep lying to me, mi amor," Mia jabbed him in the ribs playfully. "It's the tits. Admit it."

"Whatever it is, Tesaa's not a big deal," Oliver stressed.

"And Stacy is?" She asked with a thoughtful glare and a tilt of her head.

"The only big deal in my life right now is you. While I definitely think it's hot that you're into the idea of sharing me and, ah... maybe playing around with other girls together... I'd rather take things slow and get used to being together before we complicate things any more than that."

"Well, yeah," Mia blushed. "Want to enjoy having you all to myself, too. We're just talking about this, Ollie, and even then, it's mostly because it's relevant to my art. Only been dating for three days."

Oliver smiled at that and slowly took her hand. "For right now, you're more than enough for me, Mia."

"Mn," she closed her eyes and gently smiled. "'For right now', huh? How romantic."

"I just can't win against you," he sighed at his poor phrasing.

"More like you can't win against yourself," Mia rested her head briefly on his shoulder. "Thought I made it clear how you've already won the jackpot with me, but maybe I'll have to hammer home the message as soon as we take this back to my room..."

Oliver gulped and looked down at the rest of the sketchbooks. "Might be a while at this rate. I've still a lot to go through."

"Could always put that off till tomorrow," Mia reached out with her foot and pushed her sketchbooks to the opposite end of the coffee table, drawing attention to her bare leg and its smooth perfection. "Didn't think I'd get so worked up watching you look at my porn, but I guess that and all the talk about sharing you really got me going... now all your kitten wants is to play, mi amor..." her voice was soft as she spoke these teasing words, the sultriness only enhanced by her sensual whispering.

"Speaking of playing with kittens," Oliver took the present from his inventory, knowing he wouldn't get a better segue than that. "I got you a little something."

Mia was caught off guard, the burst of confidence she used to tease him dissipating as soon as she was put on the spot. She took note of the small box he now held in his hands, then said, "The fuck you did. Take it back. I still haven't recovered from all your spoiling on Monday..."

"You're not the one in charge here last time I checked," Oliver absorbed the confidence Mia had shed, using it against her and infusing his voice with a commanding tone. "Isn't that right?"

She paused momentarily from the change in his behavior, letting it sink in as a pleasant shiver ran down her spine, and she bit down her lower lip. Stubbornness refusing to buckle so easily, Mia made one more token attempt at resistance. "Sí, but..."

"Take it," he extended his hand, his expectation clear. "You'll like it," Oliver claimed, though he was more than a little uncertain about the truth in that statement. This could really go either way.

Mia struggled for a few more seconds until she let up and begrudgingly allowed herself to be spoiled. She took the box, but in the eyes for permission to open it, and then did so after he nodded. Her eyes went wide as soon as she saw the contents, and her face reddened almost comically. She opened her mouth to say something but found no words.

"Well?" Oliver asked, hoping his anxiety wasn't apparent in his voice.

"Still processing this," she admitted. "Give me a second."

Oliver did, admittedly enjoying the adorable way she locked up while staring at her present. The longer she took, the more emboldened he became. He reminded himself that Mia would like it better if he was dominant and knew this was the best chance to strike and get her burning even hotter than she already was. Now more than ever, being sure of himself would get him far.

"I don't like the one you usually wear. It's really bland and generic. I thought something a little more personalized would suit you better."

Mia gulped, her interest rising and a crazy idea forming in her mind. "It's just a cheap one I found online. Thought if I started wearing it at work, you might think it was hot and try and talk to me... honestly, though? It's so crappy that it'd probably snap right off if someone pulled hard enough..."

Oliver stared at her, dialing back his disbelief as he looked for context clues to see if she was actually implying what he thought she was before he acted on an assumption. She was still biting her lip as her eyes kept darting back and forth despite how hard she tried to keep them focused on him, but within those eyes was the unmistakable glimmer of expectation. He couldn't believe it; this was an even better reaction than he dared hope for, and he gave the girl what she wanted.

"Ah-!" Mia yelped as Oliver's hand reached out, hooked his fingers under the choker around her neck, and pulled softly at first to test the resistance, then yanked it much harder to prove her correct. The thing was as cheap as it looked, the metal clasp snapping moments after he challenged it with his strength.

Ripping off Mia's old choker made him feel far more masculine and powerful than any boxing match ever could, and the drunk look on her face directly after he'd been so forceful with her was nearly enough to snap Oliver's self-control in two. He held the old one in his hand for a moment before carelessly discarding it on the ground like the trash it was.

"There we go," Oliver brushed his fingertips across her now bare neck, loving how she grew chills from his touch. "Now all we have to do is put the new one on."

"Yes," Mia responded in a dreamlike haze. She offered up the collar, impatiently waiting for it to be fastened where it belonged. "Please, I want everyone to see me for what I am..."

Now he was the one getting chills. It was a really adventurous decision to get her a choker in such a style, but all this talk about Mia being his kitten corrupted him into doing it. Oliver took both ends, clasped it at the back, and admired his handiwork.

This was a much fancier choker than the one she used to wear. It was black leather and segmented in the front, with two silver chains connecting the otherwise separate halves. One chain ran horizontally while the other, longer chain arched downwards where a heart-shaped loop hung from the bottom. This loop could easily be used to attach a leash, but currently, all that was attached was a little nameplate in the shape of a cat's head. A tiny paw print in the corner was featured on the nameplate, and Mia's name was engraved across the center.

Oliver was still pretty surprised that the sex shop had a machine for custom nameplates, but it made sense when he thought more about it, and at least he didn't end up having to go to a pet store for it.

Mia was staring at him breathlessly, waiting for him to say something. Instead, he wanted to tease her a little. Oliver cupped his chin between forefinger and thumb, narrowing his eyes and keeping quiet.

"W-Well...? How do I look, mi amor...?" Mia found her voice once she could no longer take it.

He still didn't answer her. Instead, he took his cell phone and snapped a surprise picture of her. Oliver selected the photo, flipped his phone around, and showed it off to her, saying, "You look like you're mine," as confidently as he could. "And you're going to wear it everywhere you go from now on, understood?

Mia's pupils dilated as she registered the command, her fingers reaching up to trace the edges of her nameplate. There was a stark difference between this collar and the last. The nameplate left zero ambiguity as to whether or not it was a sex thing, and most ordinary people would pick up on that impression the moment they saw it.

Asking her to wear it around in public was the most daring and dominant move he'd made on Mia yet, but she quickly showed him how the risk had been worth it. Her facial expression reached new levels of depravity, and her panting increased at a rapid rate as she struggled to process what she'd been told to do in any meaningful way. She was too distracted by primal feelings of lust and submission to do anything but obey.

"Anything you want," she exhaled. "I'll wear it everywhere and anywhere, so long as it makes you happy..."

"God, you're such a good fucking girl, Mia..." Oliver secretly made the new photo his phone's background before stashing it away and surprising her by losing his inhibition and hooking his arm around her waist. She picked up on what he wanted her to do pretty quick, allowing him to roll her onto his hips so that Mia straddled him nice and proper, the metal of her nameplate clinking softly against her chains as she moved.

They stared into each other's eyes briefly before kissing, but Oliver didn't let this drag on for as long as Mia expected. She looked at him with disappointment until he hugged her tight and whispered a question into her ear.

"What are tonight's boundaries?"

Mia got chills as his words reverberated throughout her being. "A-Ah, um... still... feeling a bit shy, so... I'd like to keep the lights off and my clothes on, but... aside from that... I'm okay with just about anything you want, mi amor..."

"Mmn," he made a show of growling into her ear. "I think I can work with that. So we're allowed to touch each other today?"

It took her a moment, but Mia nodded sheepishly. He loved the contrast between this side of her that only he got to see, her every move drawing on his aggressive desires to love and be loved as hard as possible. He wasted no time in exercising the touching privilege, groping her ass through her pajama shorts like he'd wanted to for ages now. Equal parts fat and firm, he sank through the fabric and felt the warmth of her flesh as she let out a gasp.

Oliver wasn't done, but he wouldn't accomplish much in the living room. He passed the most crucial test of his strength check that day by standing up and keeping Mia close to his chest the entire time. Mia was shocked by this sudden action but adapted quickly. She wrapped her legs around his midsection and interlaced her fingers with his curly black hair to push his face forward into hers, leaving him no choice but to make out with her as he walked her to her room.

He briefly let go of her butt long enough to open the door, check the inside for a lock, and close it after finding out there wasn't one. The lights were already off when Oliver arrived, but it wasn't completely dark thanks to a crack in Mia's curtains, allowing him to faintly see where he was going. She almost tripped him by hooking her big toe along the rim of his shorts and peeling them off, but Oliver couldn't fault her for her impatience.

He wanted this as bad as her, if not more, and it was time for him to claim his reward.

At long last, Oliver broke their kiss by wrenching Mia off of him and dropping her down on her bed lightly enough for it not to hurt but roughly enough to give her a nice thrill. She looked up at him with adoring eyes and an expression that begged for him to touch her and do his worst.

"Remember," she warned, contrary to her inner desires. "Don't let me get too carried away, mi amor..."

"I won't," Oliver promised. He might've been nervous, but he wouldn't allow himself to fuck this up. He loved her too much to disappoint her, and as he focused on that intense feeling of love coursing through his veins in dire need of expression, he knelt down and got on the bed with his expectant kitten.

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