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me.
“What do we have here?” he greeted, tilting his head to one side.
“Where is she?” I demanded, not caring whom I was speaking to anymore.
Eric opened the door wider and I slipped in under his arm. The living room was empty as I turned every which way to find her.
“First door on the left,” he announced. I bolted for the door and opened it fast, fearful of what I would find.
Whitney was kneeling in the corner of the malicious-looking room. Her arms and feet were still bound, and her head was hanging down low. I noticed large, thick headphones around her ears plugged into a device sitting next to her.
“Whitney,” I whispered and started toward her. A firm hand stopped me and held me by my arm. I was yanked back against Eric and struggled to break free.
“Let me go,” I shouted and beat at his chest.
“Stop it, she’s fine,” he assured and then released me. I backed away several feet and held the area where he had grabbed me.
Eric held his hands up in defense. “Alexandra, she’s fine, I promise.”
I shook my head and turned back to her. “Whitney, it’s me. We need to get you out of here now.”
She didn’t respond.
“Whitney,” I shouted and began to walk toward her.
“No! Lexi, stop,” Eric shouted and rushed to stand in front of me. I tried shoving him away, though I knew he wouldn’t budge.
“She’s training. Don’t do this.”
“Like hell she is,” I spat back at him. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“Nothing she didn’t want, I promise,” he replied and placed his hands on my shoulders. Immediately I shoved him away and Eric’s hands rose into the air once more.
“She’s a much more experienced sub than you think, Alexandra. This is all part of her training.”
“Then explain to me why you thought it was a good fucking idea to send me those messages?”
He closed his eyes a moment and sighed. “Because she told me something I knew she was lying about.”
I waited for an answer, folding my arms across my chest and scowling. Deep inside, I was panicking.
“She lied about not having lunch with you today.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And how did you know she didn’t?”
“Because I knew you would obey me. I was in the middle of her punishment when you interrupted us.”
My mouth was hanging open, but I didn’t know what to say. Why did she lie to him? I looked down at Whitney and then back to Eric.
“I assume she can’t hear us?” I asked and Eric answered with a nod.
“She can only hear white noise. This is a sensory-deprivation punishment. For all she knows, she’s alone in the room with the lights still out.”
Eric took a tentative step closer and once he realized I wouldn’t back away he took another.
“I’d like for you to join me out in the living room, please,” he said as gently as a Dominant could. Eric was trying to win back the control, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let him.
I closed my eyes and ran my hand across my face and through my hair and then looked back at my friend. The noise coming from Whitney’s headphones was louder than I realized, and I could hear the faint humming noise coming through the room.
“Alexandra, please,” Eric tried once more. “She’ll be given another hour in here and then I’ll release her.”
My eyes were still transfixed on her figure while he spoke. The red marks looked to have come from a long whip or thin cane, I wasn’t sure. I looked back at Eric and he stepped away and extended his hand for me to take. Reluctantly, I did, and we left the room with him shutting the light off.
“Why did you send me that text?” I asked him once more after he had taken his seat in the chair and I was in my place on the floor next to him.
“Because I wanted you to see every aspect of bondage and discipline, not just the good,” he explained and laced his fingers together in his lap. Eric crossed one leg over another and looked toward the hallway.
“Whitney knows her punishments, and
“What do we have here?” he greeted, tilting his head to one side.
“Where is she?” I demanded, not caring whom I was speaking to anymore.
Eric opened the door wider and I slipped in under his arm. The living room was empty as I turned every which way to find her.
“First door on the left,” he announced. I bolted for the door and opened it fast, fearful of what I would find.
Whitney was kneeling in the corner of the malicious-looking room. Her arms and feet were still bound, and her head was hanging down low. I noticed large, thick headphones around her ears plugged into a device sitting next to her.
“Whitney,” I whispered and started toward her. A firm hand stopped me and held me by my arm. I was yanked back against Eric and struggled to break free.
“Let me go,” I shouted and beat at his chest.
“Stop it, she’s fine,” he assured and then released me. I backed away several feet and held the area where he had grabbed me.
Eric held his hands up in defense. “Alexandra, she’s fine, I promise.”
I shook my head and turned back to her. “Whitney, it’s me. We need to get you out of here now.”
She didn’t respond.
“Whitney,” I shouted and began to walk toward her.
“No! Lexi, stop,” Eric shouted and rushed to stand in front of me. I tried shoving him away, though I knew he wouldn’t budge.
“She’s training. Don’t do this.”
“Like hell she is,” I spat back at him. “What the fuck did you do to her?”
“Nothing she didn’t want, I promise,” he replied and placed his hands on my shoulders. Immediately I shoved him away and Eric’s hands rose into the air once more.
“She’s a much more experienced sub than you think, Alexandra. This is all part of her training.”
“Then explain to me why you thought it was a good fucking idea to send me those messages?”
He closed his eyes a moment and sighed. “Because she told me something I knew she was lying about.”
I waited for an answer, folding my arms across my chest and scowling. Deep inside, I was panicking.
“She lied about not having lunch with you today.”
I narrowed my eyes. “And how did you know she didn’t?”
“Because I knew you would obey me. I was in the middle of her punishment when you interrupted us.”
My mouth was hanging open, but I didn’t know what to say. Why did she lie to him? I looked down at Whitney and then back to Eric.
“I assume she can’t hear us?” I asked and Eric answered with a nod.
“She can only hear white noise. This is a sensory-deprivation punishment. For all she knows, she’s alone in the room with the lights still out.”
Eric took a tentative step closer and once he realized I wouldn’t back away he took another.
“I’d like for you to join me out in the living room, please,” he said as gently as a Dominant could. Eric was trying to win back the control, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let him.
I closed my eyes and ran my hand across my face and through my hair and then looked back at my friend. The noise coming from Whitney’s headphones was louder than I realized, and I could hear the faint humming noise coming through the room.
“Alexandra, please,” Eric tried once more. “She’ll be given another hour in here and then I’ll release her.”
My eyes were still transfixed on her figure while he spoke. The red marks looked to have come from a long whip or thin cane, I wasn’t sure. I looked back at Eric and he stepped away and extended his hand for me to take. Reluctantly, I did, and we left the room with him shutting the light off.
“Why did you send me that text?” I asked him once more after he had taken his seat in the chair and I was in my place on the floor next to him.
“Because I wanted you to see every aspect of bondage and discipline, not just the good,” he explained and laced his fingers together in his lap. Eric crossed one leg over another and looked toward the hallway.
“Whitney knows her punishments, and
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