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Caleb chuckled. “Trust me. I intend to.” He flipped the switch on the machine. It made an ominous humming sound, not unlike a generator.

Kitten tried to move all at once, her efforts resulting in nothing more than the clanging of handcuffs against her railing.

“What is that?” she shouted.

“Do you want me to gag you, too?” Caleb asked. Kitten shook her head violently. “Okay then – let me finish.”

Kitten strained against her bonds when his fingers grabbed hold of her sensitive clit and affixed a padded clamp. She wiggled her bottom, trying to shake it loose, but it wouldn’t move.

“I wanted you to be nice and ready for this. And you are – you’re so close.” He sucked hard on her nipple and despite her growing fear she arched her back, trying to push more of her tit into his mouth. It was tempting, but Caleb pulled away and clamped her nipple snugly and repeated his efforts on the other breast. When he finished, he stepped back and took in the graphic picture she made – blindfolded, bound, and clamped, with thin cables running between her legs. “I think I’ll gag you anyway – I wouldn’t want you waking anyone.”

Kitten seemed on the verge of protest, but Caleb put a swift stop to it by placing a soft piece of cloth into her mouth and securing it behind her head. Not much of a gag, really, but it would muffle any sounds coming out of her mouth and make her words incoherent.

“Shh,” said Caleb in the crest of her ear. “This next lesson is probably the most important and most difficult to learn.” He stroked her hair. “Pleasure comes to you only when your Master desires it. In the meantime, you’ll hunger for it, ache with it, and suffer through it – much like you are now. I’m going to bed. If you continue being a good girl, maybe I’ll let you come for breakfast.”

Kitten was in the middle of a muffled tirade when a surge of pulsing electricity simultaneously zapped through her clit and nipples. Caleb watched as her body became paralyzed with panic and intense pleasure. The current was low enough not to hurt, but strong enough to make her body contract. She strained and pressed toward the sensation. She arched her back, lost in the sensation of the clamps gently pulling on her nipples as little tremors were sent through them. Her hips pumped gently into the air looking for release when the sensation abruptly stopped. She screamed with frustration, no way to alleviate her need – either by finding release or letting it ebb into nothingness.

Caleb gave her one more lingering look and then he made his way toward the stairs. He called behind him, “It’s going to be a long night. Good luck, Kitten.”

Out of the wine cellar, Caleb pressed his back against the door and let out a sigh to fight the urge to run downstairs and bury himself inside of his beautiful, cock-starved virgin.

“Fuck,” he said on a rush of air and headed toward his room. Tired, Caleb checked his watch. It was late – or early, depending on how you looked at it. He undressed and turned out the light. In the darkness of the room and his mind, she came to him. He held his erect cock firmly and an image of Kitten came to him.

He imagined her downstairs, with her legs spread wide and her pussy open and wet. His cock throbbed hotly in his fist. He gripped it tight, squeezing out warm precome. He smeared it over the head. He fantasized.

He used his thumb to gently pry the small inner lips of her slippery little cunt and watched her moan. Then he slid his cock up and down her slit, covering himself in her juices, preparing them both. He leaned forward, and the warmth of her breasts pressed against his naked chest.

Outside the fantasy he audibly moaned as his pace increased.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, and they were suddenly in her bedroom. He reached down, pulled up her nightgown, and pushed against her with his cock. He was gentle, patiently waiting for her to relax and for her legs to drop open before he pushed again.

“I love you,” she said, with tears in her eyes. She kissed him and tangled her fingers in his hair, urging him deeper inside of her. She kept saying she loved him. He pushed himself fully inside her.

Faster and faster he stroked himself. His balls pulled themselves closer to his body, ready to release the orgasm he’d been holding in for far too long.

He pumped in and out of her hot tightness, and she moaned and screamed her appreciation.

“I’m yours,” she panted, “only yours.”

It felt wrong to fantasize about such things – but Caleb didn’t care. Fantasies were all he could have, and no one could take them from him. He grunted loudly as his orgasm erupted into the air, coating him in warm, sticky semen.

Chapter Sixteen

Day 10: Evening

“I have to pee,” I say to Reed. He makes a face but doesn’t comment. “What? People have to pee sometimes, Reed.”

“Yes,” he says drolly, “I’m aware. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to give me the specifics. A simple, ‘I need a break’ would have sufficed.”

I laugh and hop down from my bed to walk into the lavatory. Reed is a little stiff as I walk past him. He’s avoiding my eyes and purposely staring out the window. He can be such a weirdo, but I can’t help but wonder about him. I wonder what he’s like when he isn’t so wrapped up in his FBI persona.

You know what they say about the quiet ones.

I’ve been talking for hours. My mouth feels bone dry. I remove the plastic wrap from one of the cups and take a drink of water from the tap. It tastes like shit, but I swallow it anyway.

Somewhere far away in my mind, I know I should feel emotionally drained, or even weepy and sad. Mostly I just feel…nothing. I’m not sure why. I guess it’s because I know how the story ends, and with every word I utter I know I’m preparing myself for the eventuality of what’s to come. It’s like I’m telling a story that happened to someone else.

I love Caleb. I love him. I don’t care anymore about the awful shit he put me through – what matters most is the fact my love for him exists. No amount of talking or therapy will change what happened. It won’t change how I feel.