Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I don't know how long it's been. But each time it hurts more and more to be teased and denied.
I focus on trying to accept it won't come. This is my punishment.
I’m only distracted by the small sounds of footprints coming down the stairs.
“Kade?” I call out for him in a choked voice. “Please!”
“Shh!” a soft feminine voice says as the egg is pulled away from me.
Relief. Oh, fuck! Thank fuck.
I turn my head to the side as my body goes limp although my legs are still trembling.
The blindfold is pulled away, and I wince from the light.
“Talia?” I blink several times until she comes into focus. “Please let me out,” I whisper harshly.
“I can’t. Please. I just came for a moment.” A sob is ripped up my throat.
“I can’t stay here,” I whimper.
“It's okay,” she says sweetly, wiping the tears from my face. “He just left, so I thought I’d sneak in.”
I don’t understand what she’s saying. “Who?”
“I’m sure he’ll be right back, and hopefully he’ll end it soon.”
“Kade?” I ask her, my body tense.
She nods her head and wipes my face with a cool cloth. It feels so good. So good. I feel so hot. “The first time is the worst.” I don’t know if she’s talking to me or to herself.
“Please!” I scream out, and she covers my mouth with her hand.
“Shh! I’ll get in so much trouble for coming down here if I'm caught.” The nervousness in her voice makes me try to calm my breathing and listen for any new sounds, but there’s nothing.
She slowly lifts her hand away from my mouth and I beg her, “Please, please let me out.”
“I can’t. I’m so sorry, Olivia.”
“You don’t know what it’s like,” I say and take in a ragged breath. “I don’t want this like you do.”
She scoffs at me and it catches me off-guard. “I know exactly what it’s like.” There’s a moment of silence as she looks up the stairs. My body is begging to move. I'm still so close. I try to ignore it, but part of me shamelessly wants me to beg her to get me off. I bite down on my lip and ignore the intense need claiming my every thought.
“It was much worse for me, trust me. It wasn’t always this way.” Her voice sounds lost. “It’s really not so bad, is it?” she asks.
I can’t answer. I turn my head to look away. Partly because of her question, and partly because of my debilitating needs.
After a moment, she starts talking again. “Master A feels really bad. He didn’t think you’d do that.”
“Did he tell you that?” I ask weakly. My body calms slightly as the absence of stimulation lengthens. I turn back to look at her; I’m grateful for the distraction.
She shakes her head and looks back up at the stairs. “He was talking to Master G.”
“They were talking about me?” I ask weakly, still partially out of breath. Fuck, that can’t be good.
She lets out a small giggle at my worried look and explains, “They were hoping your master would let them help.”
“They want to punish me?” My heart lurches in my chest. My body is still on edge and I'm trying to ignore it. The fear of her confession helps.
“No, no, afterward. They thought he would spank and then fuck you at the table.”
My pussy clenches at her words, and the small movement makes my clit throb. I throw my head back and moan. I can see him doing it. Fuck, it’s so wrong, but the thought turns me on. I wish he’d just done that. My back arches as I think about what she said. How they wanted to help. And then I realize it's her Master and he said that to her.
“He’d do that to you?” I feel so bad for her.
She arches a brow. “Spank and fuck me? Of course,” she says and practically rolls her eyes.
“No, fuck… fuck someone else in front of you.” It feels weird talking to her about this. But they seem like a couple. I can’t imagine how much it must hurt her.
She gives me a soft smile. “He would.” She leans in and adds, “I like to help, too.”
I can feel shock the moment the meaning of her words hits me. My mouth pops open slightly, and I don’t know how to respond. I try to speak, but I don’t know what to say.
“It’s okay, I’m not sad that you don’t want to fuck me. I prefer the dicks, too.” She winks at me, but I’m stiff and unsure of how to respond at all.
“I have to go; he’ll be back soon,” she says hastily, as if this conversation wasn’t uncomfortable.
If I could I’d grip her arm to keep her from leaving, I would, but I can’t.
I see her reach down the bench as the humming comes back to life.