I walk behind Kade obediently, even though he’s leading me to my punishment. I can hardly breathe, my chest hurts so much.

Kade stops at a door to the right of the stairs. His hand rests on the knob as he turns to me. “I understand why you did that, Olivia. I do. But you know it was bad, don’t you?”

My stomach churns as I nod my head and answer, “Yes, Master K.”

No, no it wasn’t. I had to. He grips my chin in his hand and forces me to look into his narrowed eyes. He looks pissed. My heart stops in my chest.

“Don’t lie to me, angel.” His words are hard and unforgiving. “I’m thankful it happened in that company. Had it been different…” he trails off as he opens the door and takes in a slow inhale. He doesn’t finish what he was saying, leaving me to imagine the worst, but instead walks down the steps.

I take a peek into the basement. It’s different down here. It’s not luxurious at all. The walls are cinderblocks that have been painted grey. The steps are wooden and also painted, although they’re black and have texture to them. My heart races as Kade descends the stairs. I look to my right and I know the front doors are close. They’re just down the hall. I could try to run. A very large part of me wants to.

I take an uneasy step toward the basement door and grip the handle. I could close the door and try to run.

My heart races and thuds in my chest.

“Don’t make me wait for you, angel.” Although Kade’s voice is low and laced with a threat, it eases something inside of me. I let go of the door and walk slowly down the wooden stairs. When I look to my left I can see the room for what it is. It’s mostly empty. The floor is painted black, and the walls are the same grey-painted cinders. There’s a drain in the center of the room, and nothing else. It’s empty.

My heart slows as I think of what this room could be used for. I nearly trip on the last stair as my heart tries to leap out of my throat.

Murder, death. The drain is for blood. That must be it. My hand grips the railing, but my feet are bolted to the ground.

“Olivia, calm down. It’s okay.” Kade puts his hands up and his eyes soften. “It’s alright, angel.” His voice is meant to calm me, but it’s not working.

He walks to me with even steps, and it takes everything in me not to move away from him. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He sounds so sincere. I lift my eyes to meet his, and he slowly drops his lips to mine. His hand cups the back of my head.

His comforting touch feels so welcoming. I lean into him and deepen the kiss. I'll be good. I can be good. My heart swells in my chest. I want to make this right.

He pulls away from me and wraps his hand lightly around my throat. “Olivia,” he begins and pauses to take in a deep breath. “You weren’t supposed to do that.” Sadness clouds his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I really feel like I betrayed him. I remember what he said, and his promise to free me. I’m so fucking stupid. I take in a ragged breath.

“Please, Kade,” I say and place my hand on his hard chest as I beg him. “I won’t do it again. I promise.”

“Angel, I wish it were that easy.” He takes my hand in both of his and leads me across the room. Under the stairs is a bench covered in a wipeable material and on either side of it are two storage containers.

“I want you to lie down on the bench.” Kade doesn’t even look at me as he gives me his order. I walk slowly to the bench and lie down on my back. The bench is wide enough to easily fit me, and long enough so that there’s plenty of seating left over.

My heart races as Kade opens a box and then the other. I want to look at what he’s getting, but I don’t. I’m terrified. I close my eyes tight and clench my fists.

Just obey, and soon I’ll be free. I can do this.

My eyes pop open as I hear chains above my head. I look up, and sure enough, two chains with shackles are now dangling from the stairs. Kade adjusts them so he can easily lock the shackles around my ankles, then he raises and spreads them wide. Each side of the staircase has a chain affixed. The thin dress I'm wearing slides up, and the cool air breathes against my bared pussy. I swallow thickly, knowing I’m completely vulnerable like this.

“Kade,” I breathe out.

“Yes, Olivia?”

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask. I need to know.

“I’m going to deny you, angel.”

“Deny me what?” I ask as he places a thick strip of cloth over my torso before wrapping and locking a chain around it. Now I’m chained to the bench with my legs in the air, completely spread wide open for him.

He gives me a soft smile and pushes the hair out of my face, but he doesn’t answer me.

“You don’t have to chain me,” I say as he reaches into one of the boxes. He looks at me with a cocked brow. “The chain around my stomach,” I say and clear my dry throat. “I promise I won’t move.” I won't. I'm going to be good for him.

He smirks at me and shakes his head. “You won’t intend to move, but you will. That chain is for your safety. I don’t want you to fall.” He closes the box and looks to the stairs as he takes something out of his pocket. My eyes widen. It's the egg from earlier.

I breathe out as he slips the egg into place. He has to pump it in and out before it’s fully in place. I'm not at all aroused.

“I’m not used to you not being wet for me,” Kade remarks as he reaches back into his pocket and grabs the controller. “You must really dislike being punished.”

No shit. Nothing like thinking you’re going to die to turn you off.

I hold onto my snarky remark and try to forget everything. Just obey. I can do this.

Kade flips the switch and a gentle hum fills the room.

It doesn’t feel the same as earlier. It’s on a low speed, and I’m not anywhere near on edge.

My fingers twitch at my sides, and Kade sees. He’s quick to cuff my wrists to the chain around my stomach.

“Are you comfortable?” Kade asks. The shackles on my ankle bite a bit into my skin, but other than that I am, yeah. I nod my head and search Kade’s eyes for answers.

The humming seems to get louder and the vibrations more intense. It's just enough that my pussy heats, and desire spikes, but then it's gone. I try to readjust, feeling off-balance, but I can't. I can't move anything.

“I have to blindfold you now,” Kade says, and I shake my head out of instinct. I don’t want that. Not being able to see terrifies me.

“You don’t have a say in this, angel,” Kade says as he slips a black blindfold over my eyes. I hold in a moan as the vibrations increase again and my forehead scrunches. I try to twist my hips, but I’m limited, and it only makes my ankles hurt from putting pressure on them.

In an instant, the sensation is gone again and I feel on edge. I can tell there’s light, but other than that, I’m blind.

“Kade,” I whisper. There’s no response. “Kade?” I call for him with desperation.

“I’m here, angel.” I wish he’d hold me.

I scream out as the vibrations pick up again and I try to buck my hips to get away, but I can’t. My body heats as I get closer to my heightened orgasm, but then it dies.

My heart races, and my pussy clenches.

I breathe out slowly.

I swallow and attempt to ignore it. I try to ignore the arousal pooling in my core, the heated tingles along my stomach and legs. My nipples have hardened, and every small movement against the dress seems to elicit a shock of electricity straight to my clit.

The vibrations intensify again, and this time I try to rock my hips. I just need a bit more. It’s so close, yet so far away. I whimper a small moan as they die down, leaving me feeling needy and helpless.

When it doesn’t come, I lie limp and try to remember to breathe.

And then again, and again.

I clench my teeth as each time my orgasm approaches, I almost fear the moment I fall off the edge. My toes and extremities tingle with need. My body feels as though it’s going to explode, each time greater than the last… yet nothing happens.

My arousal drips down my ass and onto the seat. I want to move. I pull against the chains, but I can’t do anything. I’m forced to scream out as the next one comes and goes. Leaving my body to fight against both the upcoming release, and the inevitable denial of it.

“Kade!” I cry out for him. But I hear nothing. “I’m sorry!” I scream as it comes again.

I buck my hips and try desperately to find my release.

My body heats and cools as a thin sheen of sweat covers every inch.

And then nothing.

My head thrashes, and my heart beats up my throat as I try to both fight and conquer the heated sensation.

The faint hum of the vibrator is the only noise in the room.

And it’s the only sound other than my own moans and screams for god knows how long.

It feels like hours.

Tears leak down my face as it comes again, with the relentless sensation, but this time there’s more. A strangled cry leaves my mouth as I get closer than I ever have before.

Relief blooms in my chest. The intensity picks up and just as I begin to fall, the vibrations stop completely.

I scream out in both anger and frustration. I feel delirious.

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.”

“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.

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.”