“Take what you need, Olivia. Take what you’ve earned,” he says, and I smile a lust-filled smile before doing just that. I don’t even question it, don’t even feel those old questions and worries creep in because I’m with him. I was never an on-top girl. It puts me on display which I don’t love, but it also puts too much responsibility on me. On top, I’m in control of my and his pleasure, and the old me could never focus on myself. But with Andre's praise and the way he’s staring at me, it’s the only choice I have. And it feels natural.
