The room is quiet other than my frantic breathing. Even the hum I’ve listened to the entire time has left me.
I try to calm down, thinking maybe it’s over. My punishment is finally done with. But then the faint hum comes back with the soft vibrations, and I lose all sense of composure.
I scream out for Kade until my throat hurts. Sweat covers my heated body and I pull against the chains and thrash on the bench as my punishment seems to last and last.
I don't know how long it's been. But each time it hurts more and more to be teased and denied.
I focus on trying to accept it won't come. This is my punishment.
I’m only distracted by the small sounds of footprints coming down the stairs.
“Kade?” I call out for him in a choked voice. “Please!”
“Shh!” a soft feminine voice says as the egg is pulled away from me.
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.”
