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)
“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.”
Kade
Last night was too much. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get James out of my head. I fucking killed him. I shot him in cold blood, for fuck's sake. I should be more focused on the case. I should be more invested. But something about this house, something about her, is keeping me from wanting this to end.
It’s wrong. It’s fucked up. But somehow my focus has switched. I close my eyes and try to calm myself. This had to happen. I have to play the part. And I am. I’m playing it damn well.
After I left her asleep last night, I went back downstairs. I thought I handled it well, and I was right. They’re impressed more than anything else. Even Olivia is playing the part perfectly. She doesn’t even know it.
She’s doing so well, I think as the hot water from the shower flows down my body. She’s so fucking perfect. They saw her fear and anxiety and how she obeyed me regardless. And now she’s the perfect example of obedience. Well, other than her little outburst. I hope she got that shit out of her system.
I knew it would happen. I don’t blame her in the least. That’s why I chose last night to test her when I knew it would only be a few people. Close friends. Except for William. I could have done without him being there.
I know she’s on edge. She’s feeling trapped and uneasy. She’s practically walking on eggshells every time I bring her outside the bedroom. She doesn’t trust anyone else, but she sure as fuck trusts me. She just needs to let go and realize she doesn’t have to think about it so hard.