As the man fucks the woman bowed before him, Kade finger fucks me. Each thrust is perfectly in time with the scene before us.
“Yes!” the woman screams out, then bites her lip to quiet her moans of pleasure as her body rocks with each powerful movement from the man behind her. His hand grips her hip and smacks her ass as he mercilessly fucks her.
My own body leans forward as my body heats and my legs tremble. My pussy clenches around Kade's fingers, and I struggle to contain my silent scream. Arousal leaks down my leg as my pussy spasms around his fingers with my own orgasm.
I look up, barely able to catch my breath and find the woman panting on the floor.
The man stands with their combined cum on his cock. He grabs a blanket from a nearby shelf and covers her before lifting her into his arms and kissing her on the lips. Kade turns me in his arms and starts leading me away.
My legs hardly function and I try to lean against him as my eyes threaten to close.
“Not yet, angel,” Kade says and kisses my hair. “You need to walk back to the room on your own. I can’t carry you yet.”
Olivia
I stare at the chains on the floor next to a large floor pillow. It's time to sleep. And apparently, I'll be sleeping on the floor.
“Do I need to use the restraints?” Kade asks. I feel numb looking at the chains bolted to the floor. They're such a contrast. The room is spacious and luxurious, yet it’s designed to be a prison. “If you killed me, you’d have to go out there with them.”
My eyes slowly find Kade’s as I say, “I don’t want to kill you.” Kill him? I'm so confused by everything. I don't know what to think anymore. My heart sinks in my chest.
“Until you submit to me, I think it’s best you sleep here.” Kade gestures to the large pillow on the floor. It's long enough that my body will fit however I want to lay, but it’s not a bed. I part my lips to ask him what it means to submit to him so I can sleep on a real bed, but then I slam them shut. I know what it means, and that’s not happening. My anger is short-lived as I stare at the bed.
My heart slowly falls and I nod my head and slowly lower my body to the floor.
“Tomorrow, I’ll get you ready before training.” My shoulders hunch forward. Every step back to the room was a step back to reality and away from the fantasy I’d conjured in my head. I breathe out deeply, trying to maintain my composure.
“Yes, Master K.” I keep my eyes on the floor pillow, my fucking bed until I’m able to get the fuck out of here.
“You can call me Kade here, Olivia.” His voice is soft, and I hear him just fine, but I can’t give him a verbal response. So instead I just nod my head.
“Go to sleep, angel.”
With a loud click, Kade locks the doors and turns off the lights. A faint stream filters through the room from under the door. It gives me just enough light that I can see him lift his shirt over his head and drop his pants to the floor.
The bed groans as he climbs in and gets under the sheets.
It’s better this way. I can sleep here, and I can do as I’m told until I can figure out some sort of escape.
I take in a deep breath and try to calm myself. This is temporary. I can fine a way out of this. I tell myself over and over, but I know it’s false. My chest aches, and my throat closes. I know it’s not true. I just don't want to admit it to myself.
I hear the faint music and soft laughter. Occasionally there are footsteps. Some are close to the door. I lie on the pillow facing the door, but I can’t breathe.
I try to sleep for maybe hours, I don't know. But every time I hear the steps come close to our door I jump, and the fear keeps me wide awake.
“Angel.” My body tenses as Kade's voice pierces through the night.
“Y-Yes, Master--” I try to speak. I can’t begin to know why I’m so emotional. Why now of all times, I’m struggling.
He climbs off the bed and comes for me. My initial thought is to push him away, or to run from him. To hit him.
But I do nothing. Instead I let him lift me into his arms and carry me into the large bed.
He covers both of us with the blankets and pulls my naked body toward him. “Hush, angel.”
I close my eyes, waiting for him to use me however he wants. I can’t fight anymore. Not here. I feel helpless. Like the illusion of freedom has been ripped away from me.
“It’s alright.” He kisses my shoulder and settles in behind me, splaying his hand on my belly. “Go to sleep now. You’re safe.”
My body relaxes slightly, but I don’t believe him. I wait with my eyes open. But the only movement he makes is to gently stroke my hair with his other hand.
My eyes feel heavy, and the part of me that’s stopped fighting takes over.
I lean against Kade and fall into a deep sleep.
Dreaming of cages and whips, chains and collars. The images flash before my eyes. I feel his hands on me and I enjoy every second. I hear the sounds of the whips and I arch my back, welcoming the exotic feel.
I wake with my heart pounding and my pussy clenching in the middle of the night. It’s dark, with only faint bits of light from the moon filtering in through the curtain. I search the room, but there’s nothing. Only Kade behind me, holding me close to him.
For a second I think I should run. I should leave him.
But then I hear footsteps in the hall. Heavy ones.
I settle back into Kade’s embrace.
Bringing me here was deceitful. He’s forced me to look at him as a savior rather than my captor. I can’t forget who he really is. No matter how much I’m starting to crave his touch and this darkness he’s introduced me to.
Olivia
I wake up to the bright light and instantly bolt upright. I pull the covers around my naked body and slowly take in the room. I’m flooded with the memory of the night before, and my heart races frantically. A shiver runs through my body as I realize it’s all true. It wasn’t a nightmare or a depraved fantasy.
This is real.
The door cracks open and I turn sharply, watching Kade enter with a plate balanced on his hand. He closes the door behind him and keeps his eyes on me as he walks to the bed. I slowly scoot away until my back is pressed to the headboard, and I pull the blanket tighter around myself.
“Whenever I come in, you will greet me appropriately,” he says with his icy blue eyes staring straight into mine. The comforting touch of last night is gone, and in its place is absolute authority.
A lump grows in my throat and I try to respond, but my voice croaks. I bow my head slightly and ball the blanket in my hands. I cower, like a pathetic little bitch.
“It’s alright, angel. I haven’t taught you yet.” He’s calm in his response and he climbs on the bed. He sits next to me and gently pulls the blanket away as though that’s just fine. It is to him.
He owns me.
“You need to bow and keep your eyes lowered to the floor until I address you.” He splays his hand across my back and pushes me forward. I let him move my body into a bow. I know the position from last night’s lesson.
“And don’t ever hide your body from me.” I close my eyes and stay still as the bed dips and he moves away.
“That’s better.”
I slowly open my eyes as his hand cups my chin. He tilts my head up and runs his thumb along my lower lip. “You’re doing so well, Olivia. You have no idea.”
Again his approval makes my tense body ease with slight comfort.
“I’ve seen a lot of training, and you would make an excellent example for all of them.”
My heart sinks and I pull away from his hand, hating that he’s touching me at all. How many women is a lot? Anxiety, fear, and disgust all overwhelm me in a minute.
“Angel,” he says with a threatening tone. My body stills and my heart slows. “You cannot move away from me. Do you understand?”
I nod my head once and let out a small, “Yes.” I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t look up at him. I can’t.<
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“What’s bothering you?” he asks after a moment. My blood heats, and I bite my tongue. Is he fucking serious?
“When I ask you a question, you will answer it.” Kade’s voice is hard and I want to snap at him in return. But I clench my teeth and finally look up and respond by asking, “What happened to the others you trained?”
“Once they’re trained, they’re given to their owners.” There’s no remorse in his voice. He must sense my disgust though because he adds, “I know the ones I’ve trained have enjoyed their positions, angel. It’s not all the horrors you’ve conjured in your head.”
“Will you sell me?” I ask before I lose my nerve. I have to know.
“No,” he’s quick to respond, and I stare back at him with apprehension. He’s lying to me.
“You’re mine, and only mine.” Something about the conviction in his voice eases a pain deep inside of me. I feel my defenses fall, and my armor seems to chip.
But I don’t want to be owned. Not by him; not by anyone.
Kade pulls me closer to him. His hands grip my hips as he settles me in his lap. I’m tense and completely naked, yet he’s fully clothed.
“I’ll make you a deal, angel.” Kade reaches to the plate sitting on the end of the bed and grabs a small slice of strawberry before he commands, “Open your mouth.” I stare at his fingers for a moment, but then I obey.
I’ll save my fight for when I truly need it. Right now I’ll bide my time and play along with this shit.
I part my lips and let his thick fingers slip the small bit of fruit into my mouth. I close my eyes and practically moan at the sweet taste. It’s only then that I realize how hungry I am. I haven’t eaten in over a day.
“You do as I say,” Kade instructs and reaches for another piece while I eagerly wait for him to bring it to my lips. “You show them that I can create the perfect slave, and I’ll give you your freedom.” He pushes the fruit into my mouth, but I can’t chew. My body feels frozen.
He’ll give me my freedom. Lies! He must be lying to me.
“Until then, I’ll give you everything you need. I’ll keep you safe, and you’ll obey me.” I have to work hard to keep my hands from fisting. I’m not going to willingly roll over and let him fuck me. But he hasn’t tried yet. He could have, but he hasn’t.
“How does that sound, angel?” he asks as I finally chew and swallow the small piece.
“It sounds like a lie.” The words tumble out of my mouth without my permission. My eyes fly to his and widen with fear.
Much to my surprise, the corners of his lips pull up into an asymmetric grin. “I won’t lie to you.” He purses his lips for a moment and then adds, “Things aren’t quite what they seem to be.”
I don’t get his cryptic meaning, but I’m also not interested. I don’t believe he’ll let me go. Not for one second.
“I can’t tell you much, but I can tell you that very shortly, I'll be traveling soon. I won’t be in the U.S., and if I sent you on your way back home, you’d be safe and I’d be safe from prosecution.” He brings a slice of orange to my mouth and I have to open my lips wider. I take in the succulent slice and hold his eyes.
“I don’t have a need for you where I’m going, and I won’t mind sending you back home.” I search his eyes and his face, but he seems sincere.
“I need you right now though.” He looks away and his hand hovers over the plate before deciding on another slice of orange. For the first time, I see a sliver of vulnerability from him.
“I need you to be perfect for me, and then I can leave and you can go home.”
I want to ask him what he means. I need a concrete answer and plan, but I already know he won’t tell me.
“You can’t tell anyone I offered you this deal, my sweet angel.” I nod my head and swallow before promising, “I won’t.”
He gives me a small smile, but it’s sad. He cups my chin in his hand and leans forward and whispers, “They’ll kill me and most likely you.”
My heart lurches in my chest. “I shouldn’t have said anything, but I’m truly sorry you’re in this situation.” I look up into his eyes and I believe him. I may be naïve or stupid, but I do.
“So just be quiet and be good for me, and everything will be alright.”
I nod my head and say, “I will.” I speak the truth.
“Olivia,” he says firmly, “don’t ever speak of this again. Not to me; not to anyone.”
I nod my head and let the fear of what would happen wash over me.
Olivia
“Kneel.” Kade’s voice is calm, and I’m quick to sit down on my heels. My legs are firmly pressed together. My back is straight, and I keep my eyes forward. I’ve had days of practice. I know these positions by heart now. It’s easy to listen and obey these commands. They’re all I’ve done, and thankfully, all that Kade has asked from me. I’ve obeyed everything without question, only thinking about being set free.
He leans down and gently brushes my nipples with the backs of his fingers.
My pussy clenches, and my nipples harden at his touch. This is a part of training, but I’m not giving in to him or his touch. I can’t let myself be fooled. I’ll play the part and do what I have to do to survive. But that's all this is. It's just me surviving until I can get out of here.
“Spread,” he says in a low voice.
My knees move to the side, exposing myself to him. My heart races faster, but I do my best not to show it.
“Good girl,” he barely speaks above a murmur. My lips part with his approval. I almost said thank you. Before I can think too much on my thoughts and the effect his approval has on me, I hear a zipper. The sound fills the room. I don’t look up, but I don’t have to. Kade’s pants drop to the floor in a crumpled heap. The belt smacks the floor with a clank and I watch as he steps out of them.
“Look at me, angel.” My eyes raise to his. They beg me to look straight ahead. His cock is right there, proud and large. Precum is already glistening at the head.
My breathing comes in frantic pants. “This is something they’ll want to see.”
I nod my head once. I knew this was going to happen eventually. I slowly open my mouth for him. But he doesn’t move. I'd rather just get this over with. A moment passes and I hesitantly look up at him.
“Stay,” he says. And with that simple command he leaves the room.
I close my mouth and finally breathe. My body sags forward and I want to collapse on the ground, but I don’t. I need to be in this position when he returns.
I don’t know how long we’ve been in this room, but it feels like forever. It’s nearly empty and nothing like the bedroom.
This room was made for training. The walls and floor are cement. Neither are painted, and it gives a grim atmosphere. That, combined with the tools on the back wall and machines in the room makes it feel like a room designed for torture, although Kade informed me otherwise.
They can be used for pleasure, angel. “Can” being the operative word.
I could try to kill him. The thought sneaks into the crevice of my mind. There are paddles and whips and other tools of the trade at my disposal. I could grab one and try to overpower him. If I hit him just right when he walked back in, maybe I would be able to kill him or at least knock him unconscious.
But then what? I’d have to sneak up the stairs and try to find my way out without anyone noticing. And then run? I don't even know where I am, or what's outside. And I'm completely naked.
There are so many fucking people here. Men I’ve never met all know my name.
And if they found me running…
Kade said he’d give me my freedom. He said he’d protect me from them, and he’d be the only one to touch me.
And I believe him. I tear my eyes away from the back wall and concentrate on the concrete floor.
As horrid as this room is, I can’t deny I’m turned on. It’s Kade--his hands, his voice, his authority. Everything about him turns me on.
Every time I
got into a position, he’d move me slightly. His firm grip would spread my legs wider, and then they’d linger on my body. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity. But I’ve done my best to keep my mind on the training.
I just need to do this right, and then I can leave.
As the thought hits me, the door opens and I quickly move back to the right position. I stay perfectly still and stare at the ground.
I hear Kade’s footsteps, but then the faint pitter-patter of bare feet.
I have to seriously resist the urge to look up and see who else is with him. But I don’t have to wonder for too long.
“Talia, kneel in front of my angel.” Kade sounds confident and sure of himself.
I lift my eyes but not my head as the beautiful woman displays herself in front of me. At least she's wearing a dress. Our knees touch for a moment and then she sits back on her heels.
He brought in someone else.
I remember her from the first night.
Anxiety races through my blood. I have to blink back my tears.
“Talia,” Kade says, “Olivia has been a very good girl. I’d like you to comfort her.”
I watch Talia cautiously as she reaches out to me and gently places her hand over mine. My body tenses at her soft touch.
My heart races, and I look up at Kade. I don’t understand, but I don’t like this. I don’t know why he brought her in here, and I sure as shit don’t need her comforting me.
Talia takes my hands in hers and gently rubs circles on the backs. “It’s alright, Olivia. You’re doing so well.” It’s the first time I’ve heard Talia’s voice. It’s low and soft, but also soothing. “He’s so very proud of you.” My eyes reach hers and my brow furrows. I don’t like that she knows anything about us. Her eyes flash with fear as she takes in my expression, and her smooth motions falter.
Her lips part and then close, and she clears her throat before looking up to Kade. “I don’t know how, Master K.”
Master K. I remember how Kade said to call the other men sir. That calling them Master meant you wanted to be theirs. The memories of that night flash before my eyes. Those men who fucked her that night. Did she call them all Master? Anger slowly courses through my blood, at her and then at this situation. At Kade.
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