Broken

by Willow Winters

  I’ll take care of her. All she needs to do is trust me. And she’s so close.

  My heart pumps faster in my chest and my dick twitches as the water runs down my body. Punishing her was harder than I thought. I wanted to do so much more than deprive her. Every moan and twist of her body made me want to pound her tight pussy. But I haven’t taken it that far yet. I need to. They need to see it.

  It’s much harder to resist her when she’s fully submitting to me. And she did that last night. Fuck, just the memory of it has my dick at full attention.

  I open my eyes as I hear the door creak open and a breeze disturb the comforting heat around me. It closes quickly, and her bare feet patter against the floor.

  “Angel?” My brows raise as I see her slowly walk toward the shower. I move the glass door open and watch as she lowers herself into the tiled floor. She’s completely naked. I took off her clothes last night and her collar. Everything needed to be cleaned after her punishment.

  She looks so fragile and delicate.

  My heart slows in my chest. This is new. It must have taken a lot for her to approach me. She's learning that she doesn't need to wait in order to things that would please me. That's a good sign. I wait for her to speak.

  “Kade, I--” She clears her throat before looking up at me with wide eyes. “I’m sorry.”

  “You’re sorry you were punished.” I keep my voice even and hard. I could see it in her eyes before I took her downstairs. She wasn’t sorry she tried to get away. She was sorry it didn’t work. I’m not sure she’d do it again though. I’m not positive either way, and that’s a problem.

  She shakes her head. “I’m sorry,” she barely speaks; her voice is choked. Her small whimper breaks my heart. The need to ease her worries is strong. She needs me, almost as much as I need her.

  “It’s over now, angel.”

  “Can I--” her voice cuts off as her eyes dart to the ground then back up to mine. “Can I come in with you?” she asks with a small voice. She looks nervous and vulnerable.

  This is the first time she’s initiated any interaction with me. I need to make sure I reward this behavior. She needs the comfort, too. She needs to know I’m not angry with her, and that she’s completely forgiven. And she is. There's nothing that truly needs to be forgiven. I don’t want her to worry. That would be detrimental for both of us.

  I answer her question with a simple nod. “Come.”

  She rises slowly and I open the door wider so she can walk in. She stands in the steam a moment. The hot water splashes against her feet as she hesitantly holds her hand out, testing the temperature. Without her body full immersed, her nipples begin to harden. She takes a small step forward, and her milky white skin turns pink with a beautiful flush from the heat.

  My dick immediately starts hardening.

  Her small hands rest at my hips, and she leans into me resting her head on my chest. I turn her slightly so the water runs along her back and into her hair.

  I reach for the soap, and she turns to watch. “Can I wash you?” she asks.

  She’s in such need, my poor, sweet angel. “You can.”

  She eagerly pours a bit of soap into her hands and rubs them together to make a frothy bit of suds. I watch her face intently. She seems so serious, like she needs to do this perfectly. She’s scared still. I want to ease that fear. I place my hand on her lower back and pull her body close to mine.

  My hard cock presses against her lower belly. She looks up through her thick lashes, with her plump lips parted and I give in.

  I can't resist giving us what we both need.

  I lower my lips to hers and push her back against the tiled wall.

  Her back bows, and she pushes her breasts against my chest. Her mouth parts for me and she moans into my mouth. Her hands grip onto my shoulders, pulling me closer to her.

  I grip her thighs in my hands and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my ass. With one hand on her ass and the other in her hair, I pull away from her and look down at her. She’s panting with half-lidded eyes.

  There’s nothing but lust in her gorgeous eyes.

  She wants me.

  I leave open-mouthed kisses on her neck and rock my hard dick against her clit.

  “Uh!” She lets out a strangled cry as I nip her neck. Her blunt fingernails dig into my shoulders. “Kade,” she whimpers. I kiss and suck and bit along her neck and up her jaw. I angle my hips so she’s steady against the wall, and move my hand to her breast.

  I kiss her soft and gently as her breathing calms.

  She fits perfectly in my hand. I roll her hardened peaks between my fingers and pinch.

  “Ah!” she exclaims as she throws her head back, and I feel her pussy clench down on the side of my dick, nestled between her lips.

  “Tell me you want me, angel,” I whisper into her ear. The sounds of the water splashing is loud, but she hears me.

  Her hand settles on my jaw and she looks deep into my eyes. “I want you,” she breathes out quickly.

  In one swift move, I push all of myself deep inside of her. Her body slams hard against the tile and her head falls forward, her forehead pressed to mine. Her mouth opens into a perfect O as she holds in a scream of pleasure.

  I stay deep inside of her tight cunt as her pussy spasms around my dick.

  A low rough groan is forced from my throat. She feels so fucking good. So hot and tight.

  I give her a moment to adjust to my size and push my lips against hers. Her forehead is still pinched and her lips are hard at first, but she softens them. Her breathing picks up as I thrust my hips, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing all the way back in. I slide as deep as I can each time.

  I force soft moans out of those plump lips with every pump. I fucking love the sounds she’s making.

  I dip my tongue into her mouth and she eagerly kisses me back. I deepen the kiss as I pick up my pace, fucking her ruthlessly against the cold, hard wall. Yes! I struggle to stay in control. I've wanted her for so long.

  Her moans and the sounds of the water streaming in the shower are the only things I can hear as I buck my hips against hers over and over. My spine tingles and my balls draw up, but I need her to cum with me.

  I angle my hips so I’m pushing against her clit and thrust shallow pumps into her heat. She bites down on her lip and throws her head to the side. I fucking love the sight of her so vulnerable. So close to pleasure, yet it's a dangerous edge, letting go and allowing it to overpower her. She knows she’ll be shattered, and she’s fighting it. She has the urge to race to the end and be overwhelmed with the sensation of cumming with me, but also the desire to prevent it from happening altogether.

  “Please,” she pushes the word out, and I cave into her desires.

  I push harder and faster, and make sure each thrust hits her throbbing clit. I slam my dick into her all the way to the hilt and still deep inside of her as jets of hot cum leave me in waves. My spine tingles, and waves of pleasure flow through my body. I feel her body stiffen and her walls tighten, then the most beautiful sounds I've ever heard spill from her lips. Her head pushes against the wall as she cums violently. Her eyes are closed and I stare at her face, loving how fucking beautiful she is like this.

  If I could keep this moment forever, I would. But this moment doesn’t belong to us. I gently kiss her full lips as the high of our lust dims.

  I wish things were different. I wish she really was mine to keep. But she’s not.

  I wish I could keep her forever, but I can’t.

  My eyes slowly open and I stare at her gorgeous face. Her eyes are closed in complete rapture. I can try to keep her though. I have to try. I don't want to let her go.

  Olivia

  “You need to get ready for tonight,” Kade says as I brush my hair. I set it down on the vanity. It’s filled with new makeup and expensive perfumes and lotions I’d never dreamed of having. There are clothes in the closet too, although I’ve barely wor
n any of them.

  Kade prefers me in the same handful of dresses when we’re outside of the bedroom. But he said we’ll be leaving soon. And I’ll need them once we leave here.

  I haven’t forgotten what this place is. It’s a gilded cage. Although it is a comfortable one.

  The thought of getting away from here brings back my desire to run full force. I keep the thoughts at bay as best I can so I don’t slip up. I need to be perfect and leave this place unscathed. I’m so close, just days away now until he takes me back. I know his guard is down, and I may be given the chance to take my own freedom, rather than waiting for him to gift it to me.

  “You look beautiful, angel.” His soft praise interrupts my thoughts, and I look up into his blue eyes as he grips the top of the chair behind me. My heart swells. I don’t know how fucked up I am, but there’s something wrong with me. I crave his approval. And I love it when he gives it to me.

  I kneel on the floor next to Kade. There are several chairs in the large room, although most people are standing closer to the stage. We’re on the side wall with an unhindered view. To my right is Kade, his hand on my shoulder, rubbing soothing circles as I sit perfectly still in the kneeling position. Gabriel is on my left, and next to him is Talia.

  I keep wanting to look at her, but I don’t. I haven’t had a moment to talk to her since… my punishment. I want to thank her; I haven't had a chance to though.

  In the center of the stage is a slave and her Master. I’m not certain if she’s like me and Talia, or like Master W’s wife. I know not to ask.

  She’s shackled to a post in the center of the stage. Her Master’s fingering her and she’s pulling against the chains. His corded muscles ripple as he shoves his fingers into her soaked pussy. He pumps them in and out and kisses her neck, biting and moving up her jaw. Her back tries to bow, and she screams out sounds of pleasure.

  The dim lights are centered on them, and the rest of the room is practically pitch black. But I can see the audience just fine. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. Some couples watch as the Master covers her eyes with a sash and pulls a toy from his pocket. Other couples engage in their own activities. The man on stage commands her to open her mouth, and she does so eagerly. She sucks on the plug, warming it and getting it wet before he inserts it into her ass. She squirms slightly as he works it in and out.

  That’s one thing Kade hasn’t done with me. Of all the things he’s done, he’s never done anything other than spank my ass. He said he wants my pussy. And I’m his alone, so there’s no need for me to be trained otherwise.

  The woman screams out as he smacks her clit with a riding crop, spreading her pussy lips and doing it over and over. His movements are harsh, although the crop is barely touching her with light flicks. But I imagine the sensation of not knowing when they’re coming is nearly too much to bear. I know when he’s done with her she’ll be limp and sated. But that could take hours, and there’s no telling what all will happen between now and then.

  “When will Olivia be ready for us?” I don’t react to Gabriel’s question. I anticipated this.

  It’s like a fucking graduation ceremony. Although I'm nervous and feeling a little uneasy about the idea of everyone watching, I trust Kade. He’s not going to let anything happen to me. He’ll keep me safe and take me away once all this is done. And a darker part of me is looking forward to it. When he trains me now, it’s just like this. My core heats as I think about yesterday.

  He didn’t have to tie me up. I’m much better now at resisting the urge to move away. He made me wait to cum. He brought me to the edge, and I was able to hold it there. I waited until he said I could. It’s much easier to do when he’s simply hitting my clit like the Master’s doing on stage. I can go for a long time without cumming then. But the vibrator or Kade fucking me is much more difficult. Both are just so intense. Too intense to control.

  It took days of practice to get to this point. He said it was his fault though that it took so long for me to learn. Every time I came without his consent he fucked me mercilessly. But that’s not a punishment. Not that he’s ever punished me beyond the one time. As long as I’m trying, and as long as I submit to him, then I don’t deserve any negative consequences.

  “I think she’s ready for us right now,” Master A says as he walks closer to us. I hadn’t seen him in the room. My eyes widen slightly when I see the look in his eyes.

  My pussy clenches as I realize the double meaning of their words.

  A soft rumble comes from Kade’s chest as I close my eyes and look at the ground.

  “Are you ready for me, Olivia?” Master A asks.

  My breath stills in my lungs as I peek up at him.

  “I’m ready when Master K tells me I am, sir.” I keep my voice low and my face neutral, but the thought of being commanded by Kade on the stage only makes me even more turned on. I try not to show it, but judging from Gabriel’s chuckle, I’ve failed.

  For some reason, knowing this is all going to end soon, and feeling so safe with Kade, I almost want to answer differently. I almost call him Master, but I don’t.

  Master A pouts comically and leans against the wall to Kade’s right.

  “Well, you can’t blame a man for trying.”

  I lean against Kade’s leg and he runs his hand through my hair, petting me.

  As the night continues, I consider just how completely broken I am. The sight on the stage doesn’t affect me in any way other than to arouse me. I want to be her. At what point did I come to trust a man who’s dangerous and took me as a sex slave? When did I start desiring being used? But most importantly, why am I not in a hurry to leave?

  Olivia

  I take Kade’s hand as I step out of the shower. The hot steam with the scent of lavender fills my lungs as I step onto the cold tile floor. It’s so relaxing.

  Every night he's done this for I don’t even know how many days now. It's always the same routine. He feeds me, trains me, bathes me, and then takes me downstairs. He says dinner and the show are for training. But I don’t do anything. I don’t understand. It’s simple, I obey him. Always. He’s never pushed me to do anything other than stay beside him.

  When we get back to the bedroom, the atmosphere changes. I get lost in his touch. The heat in his eyes is so intense that I feel alive and vibrant. He commands me, but not in any way that seems unnatural to our relationship. Nothing that makes me want to say no. I want everything he gives me. And he gives me everything I want. I fall asleep feeling safe and warm beside him.

  But it’s the same thing every day. Nothing has changed.

  He never leaves my side, which I both love and hate. I need the security; this house itself still scares me. Sometimes I feel like Kade’s my bodyguard, and other times he’s my warden.

  “Why do you always come in with me? I’m not going to do anything stupid.” I don't know if that's completely true though. Even knowing my freedom is close, I’ve thought about doing something stupid a time or two. But I'd never do it.

  The idea that he’s going to let me walk away does strange things to me. I push down the emotions threatening to creep up on me and ignore it. It’s still days away. Possibly more before we leave here, and then who knows if I’ll be able to escape. If not, I’ll have to wait.

  The idea of waiting doesn’t make me tense or anxious. It’s a different emotion, one I’m not comfortable exploring. I should want to leave, and I do. But the thought still makes me upset. I want to leave, but I want to bring Kade with me. It doesn't make sense.

  Kade chuckles low and deep. Being in the small confines of the bathroom makes it sound even sexier somehow.

  “Because I like touching you.” My nipples pebble as I lift my arms for him to wrap a towel around me.

  “Tonight,” Kade starts but stops as his forehead pinches. “Tonight you’re going to be on the stage, angel.” He doesn’t look at me as he takes a deep breath.

  “What do you think about that?” he asks. I’m surprised h
e’s asking me my opinion.

  “If you think I’m ready, then I’ll be perfect for you. I’ll do the best I can.” I search his face and will him to look at me, and he does.

  But there’s a hint of fear there I’ve never seen before.

  “You’re different from the others, angel.” Kade sits on the windowsill and pulls me between his legs. “I never should have offered you freedom.”

  My heart stills in my chest, and I almost take a step backward.

  “No, no, it’s yours. I would have given it to you regardless.” He lowers his nose to mine with his eyes closed. “I made you that promise, and I meant it.”

  “I don’t understand.” Why is he saying that?

  He stares into my eyes. “You didn’t fight me. Only that once.”

  “Isn’t that a good thing?”

  He takes a deep breath. “They’re going to want me to push you, they’re going to want to see that I’m taking you to your limits.”

  “Do you trust me?” Kade asks.

  I nod my head. I do trust him. I don’t know why, and I know I probably shouldn’t, but I do.

  “If I ever put you in a situation you don’t want to be in, I want you to give me a sign, angel.”

  My heart’s beating faster and I start questioning if I can do this. “What are you going to do?”

  “I can’t tell you, angel. It’s not for me to decide.” What? I don't like that.

  “Gabriel gets to pick what’s done on the stage.”

  My breathing stills, and my pussy clenches.

  Kade arches a brow at me. He grips my hips in both his hands and pulls me close to him. He whispers in the crook of my neck, “That doesn’t upset you, does it?”

  I know what he’s really asking, and I’m quick to answer, “I’m yours, and only yours.”