Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Kade takes a deep inhale and I look up into his eyes. I can see he wants to say something, but instead he leans down and he kisses me.
His lips press against mine. His tongue glides against the seam of my lips and I part them. His hand splays across my back and he pushes me closer to him. My breasts press against his chest. He moans into my mouth. I can feel his hard dick pressing into my ass.
And I want it. I want him. As sick as it may be, desire stirs low in my core.
His power may arouse me, but it’s this side of him that makes my defenses crash hard around me. His soft touch makes me weak. It threatens to destroy my very being.
He pulls away from me and I slowly open my eyes. My breathing is ragged, and my skin hot. “Not yet, angel. Not yet.”
Olivia
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.