Chapter 11 #2
“Goodbye, Olivia.” He smirks and raises his brows with his hands in his pockets as he says, “You may change your mind later.” He gives me a wink and looks back at Kade.
“Enjoy your night, Master K.”
Kade nods and replies, “And you as well.”
I expect Kade to start walking again, but he doesn’t. Instead his eyes are focused on me, and I’m forced to look up at him.
His eyes flash with power and lust. He takes a step forward, and I’d take a step back, but I feel caught in his gaze and the steps are behind me.
“He’d love to have you, Olivia. They all would.
” His eyes travel my body with obvious appreciation.
He licks his lips and then meets my gaze again.
“You will call them sir, unless I tell you otherwise.” He wraps the leash around his hand once, and then grips my chin in the same hand. His thumb rests gently on my lips.
“You did well, angel.” With his words of approval he drops his hand, and tugs gently on the leash. I’m quick to follow, feeling as though I’ve passed some sort of test of his.
I don’t want tests though. My feet continue to move as he leads me through a hall.
My bare feet patter against the floor, but I can barely hear it.
Dozens of people are talking and moving about.
It’s surreal. I try to breathe, but my body isn’t cooperating.
Kade leads me through a large set of dark wooden doors with intricate carvings, and the atmosphere seems to shift from lighthearted to something more dangerous and thrilling.
A sick feeling overwhelms me, but when I look up, awe replaces the negative emotions threatening to take over.
The room is like a ballroom. It reminds me of Beauty and the Beast in some respects, with large chandeliers and an expansive empty space with marble floors that shine in the dim light.
But it’s dark. So dark. There’s faint music, but it’s not the sweet classics they dance to in fairytales.
The beats are low and dangerous. They’re meant to entrance you.
The walls of the room are painted a dark grey, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows are draped with thick, dark red curtains.
There’s a large mahogany bar in between the two windows, and servers dressed in simple black pants with tight, white t-shirts.
It takes a moment for my eyes to focus, but there are cages lining the back wall.
They’re large with a few square feet inside, and each one is nearly eight feet tall.
With the low lighting it’s almost hard to see the women dancing in the cages.
The shimmer of their silver dresses catches my eye as they move in rhythm to the beat of the music.
In the cage closest to me, a woman’s small hands are wrapped around the bars, making her look even more delicate.
Her eyes are closed, and she's lost in the music. Her hands move to her body, traveling up to her neck seductively, then to her hair. Her movements are sensual and mesmerizing. It’s only when Kade takes a step forward and the chain pulls on my wrists do I realize I’ve been staring.
This room itself is a drug. It’s intoxicating, frightening, and electrifying all at once.
Had I stepped into this room by my own volition, I would sway my hips to the music.
I would close my eyes and get lost in the divine pleasure this room crafts.
It seems like most of the people are on the outskirts of the room, staying close to the walls and talking and drinking.
They're hardly paying any attention to the stimulating sensations overwhelming me.
There are a good number of people, a few dozen at least, dancing in the center of the room.
Some women are dressed in clubwear and heels, while others, like me, are in bare feet and barely any clothes at all.
The sea of swaying hips and hands caressing bodies is accompanied with couples grinding against one another.
I fixate on a couple at the very edge. The man is in low-hung pants and he isn’t wearing a shirt.
He’s holding his partner up with his hands on her ass, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her head tilts back, and he kisses her neck as he pumps his arms up and down to the beat while she moves against him.
My breathing comes in heavy pants as her lips part.
They look so intimate that they must be fucking.
But in a flash, they’re lost in the crowd.
My feet don’t stop moving as Kade tugs the chain around my wrists. He’s wrapped the chain around his hand so much I’m forced to stay close to him. It’s not until I hear the sounds of moaning and strangled cries that my feet stumble, and Kade’s there to catch me, as though he anticipated my fall.
The music dies as we move away from the dance floor and closer to a thick curtain that divides the room in half.
Guarding the area where the curtain splits are two tall muscular men, wearing the same black pants and tight white t-shirts as the bartenders.
The curtain is made from the same deep red fabric as the ones covering the windows.
As we approach, I can hear several women’s strangled cries, but I’m not certain if they're from pleasure, or pain. I grip onto Kade’s side, my nails digging into his muscular back. He wraps an arm around me, but even as my feet refuse to work, he continues to push me to move.
My body is a confusing mix of fear and curiosity, jumbled up with arousal and anxiety.
I only move because I have to, and as I walk in Kade’s embrace and see what lies in front of us, my blood runs cold.
Behind the curtain is a room of debauchery.
Anxiety races through my blood. I feel lost, just like Alice when she fell down the rabbit hole.
There are multiple small areas separated by a thick, red rope, but each division is taken by a couple while spectators stand around watching.
Some men are completely clothed, but a few have their pants undone and they’re openly stroking their erect cocks.
I try not to stare as I see a man standing in front of a scene with a woman on her knees in front of him.
Her head bobs up and down his length. On a small stage before them the woman is being taken by two men.
The woman at the spectator’s feet doesn’t bother to look at the scene.
Her one hand balancing herself on his thigh and her other stroking him.
She eagerly takes him into her mouth as his hand spears through her hair and he looks between her and the woman in front of him.
“They want that, angel.” I look up at Kade, scared and wanting to cling to him to save me. I want to plead with him not to leave me here. “They asked to be in this room.”
He tilts my head back so I’m forced to take in the room and this time I watch the scene playing out to my left.
The woman closest to me is completely naked and shackled to a bench. Her beautiful blonde hair is disheveled, but still partially pulled back in a ponytail.
I watch as her eyes close and she obeys her Master.
He’s standing in front of her, with his hands resting on her arms as another man grips her hips from behind and thrusts himself deep inside her.
Sounds of pleasure spill from her mouth as she takes the relentless thrusts.
Her mouth parts, and her body trembles. The man behind her groans and pulls away from her, cumming violently on her lower back.
I watch her Master.
His eyes never leave her face. Another man comes up behind her and forcefully pounds her, making her entire body jolt forward as he fucks her with a ruthless pace.
She gives a strangled cry and reaches out for her Master. He holds on to her, supporting her head in his hands. I watch as he kisses her passionately, capturing her cries with his lips.
His other hand runs along the curve of her waist, trailing down between the bench and her body. He keeps his eyes focused on hers as he rubs her clit.
“Cum, esclave. Show them how good you feel, esclave,” he whispers into the space between them. She moans into his mouth and takes the punishing fuck from the stranger behind her.
I’m entrapped in their passion; I've never seen anything like this before.
Kade pulls me away, and I refuse to look at the other scenes. I'm overwhelmed with my own varied emotions and concerns.
Does that woman even know who the man behind her is?
Does her Master? Has he given them permission ahead of time, or would he let anyone fuck her?
The questions race through my mind. But the truth is, I’m not disgusted; I’m enthralled. My skin heats and tingles, and my pussy grows hot with need.
This is wrong. This is terrifying. But for a moment, it’s intoxicating. The erotic thrill confuses me, and makes me genuinely afraid.
“Come, angel,” Kade says as he pulls the chain tight on my wrists. “Your training starts tonight.”