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?”
