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“Where is she?” Seven demands. “Is she alive? If you've hurt her...”
“Relax, Hero. She's alive. She's fine. No permanent marks anywhere but her soul. She's still with me, learning to be good. Don't worry, I'll share her with you again soon. You still have to be trained to take proper control of her.”
Seven says nothing in response to this, but his glare tells me everything. I wish I could reach the microphone and the button on the control panel to talk to him and let him know I'm okay.
“I have a treat for you,” our captor says. “I felt bad that you weren't there for that first day when I took her into the dungeon. You missed watching the way she surrendered so sweetly to me. But I made a video. Would you like to see it?”
“No,” he says flatly, but he can't hide the curiosity and desire in his eyes.
Our captor laughs. “Yes, you do. Don't worry. I won't tell her you watched.” He pushes a play button on the screen and leaves Seven alone in the cell.
I'm horrified to see myself as he spanks me while I beg then asks if I want pleasure or pain. I don't want to watch myself like this, but I am riveted by the erotic display in front of me, so much so that I've forgotten Seven altogether.
Several minutes pass as I watch the kind of porn men would pay for. I jump when I hear the door to the control room open, and he's with me again.
“Wrong screen, Pretty Toy. Watch Seven.”
I turn my gaze to the other screen, shocked to find Seven's cock freed of his jeans as he watches and jerks off to the images in front of him.
My master leans close to my ear. “See, Kate, we're all the same. He's no better than me. He's sitting there, getting off knowing you were terrified and tied up at my mercy. He's getting off watching me make you come. And he does this, even without knowing what I've been doing to you the last week. If I've starved you, if I've beaten you. He just can't help himself. We're all animals in the end.”
His hand moves between my legs, and he chuckles. “I've trained you so well. So fucking wet. Are you ready to go back to Seven? I think it's time we both fucked you, don't you? Admit it, you want us both inside you.”
I strain for more contact, trying to grind my clit against his hand, but he pulls away. “Save it for Seven.”
I turn back to the screen in time to see Seven come on the concrete floor with a satisfied groan as if he's been saving it up the entire time I've been away from him.
Our captor flicks a switch on the control panel and leans into the microphone. “Kate is here with me, watching you come like a horny teenager. But I kept my word; I didn'ttellher you were watching.”
Seven's hand stills on his cock. When he looks up at the screen, he looks guilty.
“I'm bringing her back to you now, so you'll be able to offer your sincerest apologies. I'm sure she'll be moved.”
* * *
When I'm returnedto the cell, Seven can't meet my gaze. I run, flinging myself into his arms. He holds tightly onto me, clearly surprised that I'm not hurt or angry, pushing him away after what I just saw him do. I bury my head in his chest, breathing in his clean masculine scent, feeling his heartbeat thud against my own skin.
I expect our captor to stay, but he leaves us alone in the cell. A minute later, I hear a metallic sound as the silver key drops through the slot again. I go get it and unlock Seven's wrists. This time I'm shaking because I've missed him so much and just want to get the damn chains off him.
When he's finally free, he stands and pulls me into his arms for a real hug.
“Are you okay, Kitten?”
“Yes, Master.”
He doesn't flinch when I say it this time. After he just jerked off to a video of me helplessly coming for our captor, this title I offer him no longer seems like such a big deal.
He doesn't ask any more questions about what happened to me. I know he doesn't want to know, and I don't want to tell it. The main reason I don't want to tell it is because what happened to me wasn't nearly as terrible as I wish I could say it was.
We soak together in the tub, and he takes me again in the shower. At night, we lie in the darkness, and he resumes his pattern of stroking me to orgasm, my moan filling the cell before we both drift off to sleep wrapped in each other's arms.
This temporary peace is broken the next morning.
“Breakfast time, inmates,” our captor says cheerily over the speaker.
Seven goes to the slot to collect the food. It's sausage and gravy biscuits. A white plate and a blue plate. I know what this means even before our captor's voice rings out again.
“The blue plate special is for Seven.”
