Chapter Four
Olivia
He left me. He fucking left me like this.
I can’t believe I let a man treat me like I am a fucking toy and almost beg for it.
Fuck, this feels so good, though. Focus, Olivia, you are supposed to hate this.
Focus! What the fuck is wrong with me that this is turning me on more than anything else I have experienced?
I am trying to wiggle my hands out of the cuffs, but every time I do, the vibrations go up and my body trembles against the wand.
Those are not fake handcuffs either; they are clearly police-type handcuffs.
Where did he even find those? I can’t even think with this damn thing vibrating between my legs.
Another moan slips from my mouth and the vibrations go down.
His voice comes through a speaker on the side of the bed.
“Good girl.”
You sadistic fucking asshole!
There is a camera somewhere in here, and the asshole is watching me suffer.
He has the nerve to praise me too. I am so pissed and turned on at the same time.
I don’t even know his name. Such a great idea, Olivia, letting a guy that you don’t know finger-fuck you, fuck your mouth, and then tie you up on a damn bed in a house full of people that could walk in at any time.
You don’t even know his name, you stupid slut!
My eyes drift to the door, wondering if it is actually possible for someone to enter.
He must have locked the room, right? Obviously, he has some sort of familiarity with the space.
Maybe he is the owner and has let Kayden use the house for the party.
Before I can finish my thoughts, the vibrations go up again, and a sound leaves my mouth that I don’t even know what it was.
It sounded so desperate I would be embarrassed if I weren’t so pissed.
They go down for a moment, then up again.
They stay on the highest setting for what seems longer than before, only to go down again and settle to the lowest setting.
That feels nice, at least; it is not enough to make me come when it is at the lowest. Still painfully good, though.
I am wondering how much time has passed since he left.
I am looking around the room, trying to locate a clock; maybe I can check the time.
My purse is on the floor next to the door with my clothes, or what is left of them.
I know for a fact my phone is in it, but I don’t see how that would be helpful in my current situation.
Maybe he has a key somewhere I can reach.
I turn my head to the nightstand on my right and see a small key that I assume is for the handcuffs.
I extend my hand, trying to reach it. Pain is shooting through me, but before I can register what is happening, the vibrations go up again.
Fuck! I curse inside my mind, trying to ground myself.
I am pretty sure he won’t do anything if I do come, but something inside me wants to obey him.
This is so painfully good I want to scream, hoping no one will be close enough to listen.
Close enough that they could enter and find me like this.
I refuse to tap the frame, though. I refuse to give up and give him the satisfaction.
Do I even want to set myself free? I would have screamed the safe word if I were against what he was doing to me.
Sure, the fact that he left me is a bit too much, but am I really against it?
Being teased by a mysterious masked man is far more interesting than the party going on out there anyway.