I hear the doorknob click and it’s enough to wake me. My eyelids open as I hear the door creak open. I move quickly to get on my knees and kneel for Kade. I can’t help the yawn, but luckily my face is down so I doubt he can even tell.

I don’t think he’d mind much if he did see. Kade doesn’t seem to mind much at all, really. He’s held up his end of the deal. I behave, and he teaches me how to be a good slave. A shudder runs through my body as I think the word. Slave. I’m not much of a slave though. Not in the way I thought. He rewards me when I’m good, which is every day. I don’t have a chance to run, and I’m not going to push him until I have that chance.

Instead it seems like I’m watching everything from afar. Like I’m not really here. It’s not really me that he commands, Spread yourself for me. My body obeys, but in my mind I’m simply surviving. It’s not my body that he lights aflame with desire. When he pushes his fingers inside of me and tells me to beg him to let me cum, I’m only doing what I need to do. Even if I enjoy it. Even if I crave it. I can’t deny that I look forward to him touching me. I love seeing the desire and lust flicker in his eyes. His hands on my body are like a drug. Every day that passes I have to remind myself this is all just an act. Isn't it?

But it feels so good. I can’t deny how I look forward to it now. With every position that exposes me to him, he makes me cum over and over.

He hasn’t made me do anything to him though. I know it’s coming. It has to be. That’s the point of what I am. Still, he hasn’t even hinted at it. It’s almost like that first day he pulled out his cock never happened. At times I felt him on me and my body pushes me to give him pleasure, but I can't. I have to wait for his command. I'm eager for it as I wait on edge for my own release.

But then training ends and I seem to remember everything. It's like a switch. Only now I don't much fear the darkness.

Kade’s hand gentles on my head and I know that means I can get up, but I don’t want to. I’m tired. I’ve been sleeping on this damn pillow every night to stay away from him as best I can. My body is pleading with me to sleep in bed with him. To beg him. But I don’t want to risk it. If I lie next to him, I’ll want more. And so will he.

I pull my body up and look into his soft blue eyes. My core heats, and I’m already growing wet for him. He did that. He trained me to be this way.

“I need you to be a good girl while I get ready for dinner. I’m taking you downstairs.”

My heart races, and I’m instantly awake. I haven’t been anywhere other than the training room and the bedroom for however long it’s been. Maybe a week now? No, longer. I'm not sure.

I nod my head, keeping my eyes on his although apprehension races through me.

“I got you something to wear tonight,” he says and smirks at me, “but I want you in it now.” My heart speeds up. I have no idea what he means. When we’re alone, I’m naked. Maybe it's a collar or cuffs. Nothing else. Outside of this bedroom, I wear what he tells me to. Which is usually a short thin dress.

“Get on the bed, Olivia.” The way he says those words makes my pussy clench.

I sit on my knees with him behind me.

He shows me the wide, black leather collar with several silver loops on it. It’s new. He fastens it to my neck, the smooth leather gently sliding across my tender skin until it’s in place. I stay still as he attaches a thick silver chain to the back of it. My hair tickles my shoulders as he lifts it out of the way. It’s a leash.

He bucks his hips into my ass and I slide forward on the bed with a small gasp. His hard dick is still pressed against my pussy. Only the thick fabric of his pants is between us. Shamefully, I feel myself heat for him. I want him. I want to know what it’s like. He tempts and teases me every day and night, never taking from me.

My hands slip across the soft sheets, and the cold chain lifts from my back but before I can bow completely, he pulls the chain and I’m pulled back slightly by the collar around my neck. It tightens, but not to the point of pain or limiting my breath. I stay exactly how he has me positioned, my back arched and my fingers digging into the mattress to support this pose.

I hear him groan in satisfaction as his fingers gently glide down my waist, hip and then thigh, leaving goosebumps along the way. He shifts behind me and a chill runs up and down my spine. I hear the chain fall before I feel the cold metal on my back. He lays it down against my spine with care and then over my ass, letting the remainder pool between my legs and onto the mattress.

He splays a hand on my lower back while his other cups my pussy. I close my eyes in shame, knowing just how hot and wet I am for him.

“You’re such a good girl, angel.” He bends down and plants a kiss on my lower back. He moves the long chain between my pussy lips and up my stomach. I hear the clinking as he threads it through one of the silver loops in the collar and then tightens it.

My lips part with a gasp as the cold metal presses against my throbbing clit.

“Stay,” he commands me and I obey. The bed dips, and I resist the urge to turn and look as he opens and then quickly closes a dresser drawer.

He moves back behind me and settles a hand on my lower back.

My forehead pinches as he slips an egg-shaped device into my slick pussy. It has a curve on the end that just barely touches my clit and bumps up against the chains. If I’m still, there’s hardly any sensation, but the slightest movement feels so intense. Every nerve ending is on edge and ready to explode. I’m already primed from the training session today.

“Be a good girl and keep this in while I get ready.” He starts to leave, but then he asks, “Do I need to chain you? I don't want you to move at all.”

“No, Kade,” I answer quickly. I almost said Master. I almost forgot we're in the bedroom.

“I mean it, angel. Be a good girl and just enjoy this.” I turn slightly to meet his eyes as he clicks a button on a remote.

My mouth opens with a gasp and my body almost collapses as the device starts to vibrate in my pussy and against the thick chains. The humming movement of the chain makes my body heat, and pleasure stir within my lower belly. I drop my head to the mattress and moan into the sheets.

I’m on edge and dying for a release within seconds.

I lift my head to plead with him to make it stop or to give me more, I’m not sure which one. But he’s not here. As my toes curl and the pleasure rises, the urge to grind against the chains is strong.

I moan Kade’s name with desperation.

But he’s already gone.