He watched Kitten’s fingers, the middle one delving a little further with each hesitant thrust. Caleb felt like he could only handle so much, especially with the taste of her still so pervasive in his mouth. Once again, he placed his hand on hers. He marveled at the way her body seemed to pulsate with need. She tried to keep touching herself, but his hand prevented it. Caleb inhaled sharply, dizzy with desire. He leaned forward, slipping his tongue up through her fingers.

Kitten cried out. She writhed against his all too gentle mouth, rattling the stirrups and filling the room with her desperation. He was too gentle. He knew there was no way she could come from the soft licking. So he kept licking, sometimes pushing the tip of his tongue into her pu**y. He loved the way she whimpered, whined, and moaned.

After a while though, he knew he had to stop – or he wouldn’t stop. He stood up and looked down at Kitten’s quivering body. She turned her head and closed her eyes as her br**sts rose and fell with the effort of her breathing. He sighed deeply and savored the taste and smell of her. It has to be now. He pulled out the small drawer attached to the table.

“You’re beautiful, Kitten,” he said. He took out two sets of handcuffs. She didn’t open her eyes, but flinched at the sound of the cuffs. “You’ve been very, very, good. I hope you’ll continue to be.” He cuffed her right wrist to the table comfortably and smiled when she finally opened her eyes and looked at him with those big, brown, inquiring eyes. “You’re not resisting,” he said with a bright smile. “I’m impressed.”

She hesitated when he reached for her left wrist, but then her arm relaxed and her breath quickened. Secured in her handcuffs, he reached out and traced her nipple with his index finger. His dick twitched when her sigh filled the silence. Next, he blindfolded her which added to the already intoxicating tension in her body. Caleb was surprised she hadn’t said a word or resisted him in any substantial way – he couldn’t decide whether or not he had wanted her to be so pliable.

“What are you thinking?” he asked. He slowly reached for the machine that would deliver the surprise he had planned.

Kitten licked her lips, “I’m thinking…” she undulated against her restraints, “how badly I want you to finish what you started.”

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 and nothing more.

“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 ni**les. 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 ni**les 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 – neither 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 c**k firmly and an image of Kitten came to him.

He imagined her downstairs; with her legs spread wide and her pu**y open and wet. His c**k 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 c**k up and down her slit, covering himself in her juices, preparing them both. He leaned forward and the warmth of her br**sts 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 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 pulling 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, se**n.

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.

He’s gone, Livvie.

There it is. There’s the pain. It’s an ember forever burning in my heart. It’s a reminder Caleb will live forever.

I’ve cried so much over the last ten days. I’ve been living in so much agony. I know when all is said and done, when Reed has heard everything, when he and Sloan move on – I’ll be all alone with my pain and my love. But today – today I’m fine. Today I’m telling the story as if it happened to someone else.

I conclude my business in the bathroom, wash my hands and open the door. Sloan is standing in the room with Reed when I come out of the bathroom. The atmosphere seems thick, but with what, I’m not certain. Sloan is smiling, but Reed looks like someone ate his lunch out of the community fridge.

Sloan holds up a large brown sack with grease stains on the bottom. “I brought dinner,” she says to me.