“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.
