Taming a Brat

Author's notes: I want to personally thank LinsdayMurray, who wrote How to Tame a Brat (Which is now Ashes of Sin and Stardust.) and inspired me to write Taming a Brat. This is a fanfiction piece and there are plenty of similarities as well as differences. I hope you enjoy chapter 4 of this series and I also hope you leave a comment and rating. Like I mentioned in chapter 1, I am a comment whore. I love your feedback, as it helps me become a better writer. What did you like and dislike? Let me know and I will respond as well.

This chapter is really short, but good all the same. I hope you all are starting to become invested in Owen and Olivia's journey, as I am.

Enjoy. 😊

Chapter 4

Owen

I had reached the airport on time, but due to some bad weather my flight was cancelled. The earliest flight was the next day. So, I had no other option but to go back to West House and get work done from there. I had to roll with the delay and made several calls on the way back, cancelling, and rescheduling meetings and such. We had a sister organization in Portland, and they were in desperate need of assistance. Not being able to make it on time was really screwing things up.

I was almost there when my cell rang, I answered to Kat's frantic voice. She was never frantic.

"Slow down, what's the matter?"

I turned around and sped up, heading to the club instead on instinct.

"It's Thomas! He's here trying to take Olivia."

I told her to keep him there at all costs and sped even up even faster. I made it there and hopped out of my car, leaving it running. I sprinted to the front doors and swung them open so hard, the glass almost shattered.

Thomas had his hands on Olivia, trying to pull her from the bar and to the front doors. My bouncers were surrounding him, blocking him in. But why was no one getting him off her? I pushed past the onlookers and bouncers, reaching Thomas. I cocked my arm back and punched him square in the nose. It burst like a water balloon, squirting blood everywhere.

Olivia screamed. Thomas let go of her and staggered backwards, almost falling on his ass. I grabbed Olivia and pulled her to me, pushing her behind me and looking for Kat. She was there in an instant and took Olivia away and upstairs. She fought her, wriggling out of her grip, and running over to Thomas. My heart sunk. Was she going to help him?

Is she still in love with him

?

She reached him and punched him in the stomach. I gawked, watching her. She threw another punch at the side of his head; he narrowed his eyes and cocked his hand back as if to hit her back. I intervened and pushed Olivia back behind me and yelled for Kat to fucking grab her. I pushed Thomas in the chest when he tried to hit me instead. I looked back at the bouncers. "Get him out,

now.

I'm calling the police."

The bouncers grabbed hold of both his arms and dragged him out, screaming. Club members were buzzing, phones out taking videos, or hands over mouths in shock. I ran a hand through my stiff hair and pulled my phone out. I dialed 911 and walked over to the bar for a drink while I waited. I ordered a stiff one and sipped liberally.

When the cops showed up, I explained to them what happened, including his priors. The only thing he was technically guilty of was breaking his restraining order. So, they took him down to the station, but he would be out in less than 48 hours most likely. I knew how these things went, usually shitty. The "justice system" proved weak and broken time after time.

They hauled Thomas away and I sighed heavily, my heart rate still high. I wasn't ready to face Olivia yet, so I sat at the bar and drank more. Once I had a good buzz, I finally got up and walked upstairs to find Kat and Olivia.

Olivia was hyperventilating in one of the armchairs in my office, while Kat was hunched over her trying to console her. I still hardly knew the girl, but I knew what she needed. What every sub needed when they dropped so low. I walked over to her and scooped her up into my arms, sitting in the armchair with her on my lap. I held her like a baby, rocking her and making soft comforting sounds.

I looked up and Kat smiled to herself as she walked out of my office. I rolled my eyes and kept rocking Olivia. I moved her hair out her face and petted her like my favorite cat. Her breathing evened out and she came back to herself slowly. She finally met my gaze, her eyes big and watery. They were red rimmed and somewhat bloodshot. Her lower lip quivered; she buried her face in my chest.

"I've seen you cry before, you know," I whispered against her hair.

"C-can we stay like this for just a minute longer?" she whispered back; her voice muffled.

I didn't answer, I just held her tighter and started rocking her again. She relaxed in my arms, melting into me. Flashes of that damned red and purple collar jetted through my mind, and I winced. Olivia felt me stiffen because she stiffened slightly as well. I tried to think positive thoughts, but they landed over and over on that dirty blonde hair and small frame.

I tried to shake it, but I felt my cock stiffen against Olivia's back, she felt it too. She moved a bit and I jerked.

Oh no you don't, you little vixen.

I pushed her off of me and helped her stand. Then guided her into the armchair next to mine and pushed her gently down into it. She grabbed my hand as I tried to turn. I looked back at her wide dark eyes and could see her pain momentarily. That deep sorrow that filled and her eyes; it penetrated through me.

"Olivia," I breathed. "I'm so sorry this happened today, how are you feeling? Talk to me."

"I want you to keep holding me," she pouted.

"I'm glad it helped."

"Thank you," she whispered.

I didn't know what to say, so said nothing. She looked up at me again and the pain was gone, her walls slammed right back up. It was almost worse than seeing the pain.

"I have some work to finish up, but you can stay here if you'd like. As long as you're quiet." I looked at her pointedly.

She shrugged and slumped into the chair, getting herself comfortable. She took out her phone and started scrolling, while I sat at my desk and started shuffling some important paperwork around, looking for something to distract me. I could smell her presence, she smelled sweet and slightly musky. It worked its way into my nostrils and through my body, collecting at the base of my balls. I became hard and I gritted my teeth in irritation.

Olivia coughed once and I looked up, glaring at her. She was smiling, watching me. I rolled my eyes and looked at my laptop, opening the scheduling system. About ten minutes had passed, I was deep into my work, zoned out. Suddenly, I realized there was an odd sound. I tried to concentrate and keep working, but the sound got a bit louder. It sounded.... wet.

My eyes flew up and over the screen, to Olivia. Her legs were splayed wide open, and she was rubbing at her little nub furiously. Her other hand was being used to fuck her pussy, with two fingers. I gaped at her, truly incredulous.

"Olivia!"

Her eyes snapped open; her head raised from the cushion of the armchair. A smile grew on her flushed face, as she took her fingers out of her sopping pussy and beckoned me over. "Please Mr. West."

Her voice was sugar sweet, thick with lust. Her eyes were low, her lids fluttering. It felt like I was in a trance. I stood and walked slowly around my desk over to where she was sitting. I got on my knees in front of her, keeping eye contact. Her eyes widened and her breathing picked up.

I leaned in, smelling her strong arousal, blood flooded into the head of my dick, and it throbbed in my pants. I wanted badly to adjust it but was still in a lustful trance. I leaned in a bit closer, she gasped. I broke eye contact finally and stared right into her beautiful rose of a pussy. She reached for my head to push me in, and I caught her wrist. "Olivia," I breathed...