Chapter 19 Olivia #2
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.
“No!” Fuck, no! I can’t. I can’t take this any longer.
“Please don’t ask me to do something I can’t.” Her forehead is creased, and her clear blue eyes are so sad. “It’s going to be okay, Olivia. He’ll make sure you’re taken care of. I promise you.”
She quickly places the blindfold back over my eyes and I pathetically begin to cry.
“It’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” she reassures me.
“But it’s not,” I manage to choke out. She slowly puts the egg that’s still vibrating back into place, and I start crying again. I can’t take it. I can’t help it.
“I’m so sorry.” I can hear the sorrow in her voice. “Please, don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”
I listen as she leaves, and try to rein in my pathetic sobs. She quickly climbs up the stairs and gently closes the door.
As I strain against the cuffs feeling a wave of arousal come I know will only heighten and torture me over time, I swear I hear the faint sound of the door opening.
I listen as hard as I can, but I don’t hear his steps. I hold my breath. Finally, I hear a creak on the stairs and then the next, and then nothing.
“Kade,” I call out. “Please--” My words are cut short as I struggle against the intense vibrations yet again. My body heats, and my back bows. So close. So close. Please.
And then nothing.
“Shh, angel.”
“Kade,” I say and turn toward him as best I can, which isn’t much. “Please,” I beg.
He doesn’t answer me, but in an instant the egg is removed and in its place are his fingers.
He pumps them in and out of my slick heat and pushes his thumb against my clit.
It doesn’t take long until I’m close to the overwhelming edge of my impending release.
My body heats with a vengeance, and every nerve ending quickly goes numb before exploding with pleasure.
My mouth falls open, and my body shudders as wave after wave courses through my body.
A white light flashes before my eyes as he pulls my orgasm from me.
In an instant it’s over and I quickly crash, feeling drained and numb.
My body falls limp, feeling nearly paralyzed. He unchains one leg and then the other, and they fall heavily into his arms. He lowers them to the bench, and I feel the wetness on the back of my legs.
It takes a long time before I register what’s happening. My eyes are heavy, and so is my body.
I groan as he massages life back into my legs.
“Kade,” I whisper in a soft voice.
He removes the cuffs and then the chain around my stomach. And again he massages my arms and shoulders.
I cry silently with relief as he lifts me into his arms and wraps a blanket around me. Finally, he slowly removes the blindfold and I bury my head into his chest.
“Shh, it’s alright, angel. It’s over.”
He whispers into my hair and kisses my forehead as he carries me to the bedroom.
The last thing I remember before I pass out is him laying me gently on the bed and pulling my back against his chest.
He plants a small kiss on my neck. “It’s alright, angel. I’ve got you.”