White walls. White sheets on the bed. White blankets and pillows. White rugs on the white floor. White towels in the white bathroom. White silk robes in the closet. Everywhere she looked—white. Unless she turned off the lights—black. She was going to be sick.

Pitch black or white were her only options. Black or white. Black. Flip the lightswitch. White. Flip.

Black. Flip.

White. Flip.

Is this how people go insane?

Olivia heard Talon descending the stairs, so she threw herself on the bed and under the covers. Was it fear that made her heart pound, or excitement? Both? She could never figure it out in time before he opened the door.

“Good evening, Olivia,” he said.

“Is it?” she replied. “I can’t tell. Can I get a clock?” She asked every time she saw him.

“Not yet,” he said, taking off his shirt and placing it neatly on the dresser. “You’re doing really well, though. I’m proud of you.”

He jumped onto the bed and gave her a big hug, rolling her up inside the blanket, then kissed her nose. His face was inches from hers. Why were his eyes so kind when he was doing this to her? Did he honestly believe he wasn’t doing anything wrong?

“Today we’re going to do something a little different,” he told her, releasing her from the hug and untucking her. Looking down at her, he slid his hand between her legs with his lips curved to one side—cocky. “Are you ready?”

He already knew the answer.

Her body always betrayed her. As soon as Talon showed up, it started to get ready for him. Sure enough, his fingers came away wet, which he licked off. Briefly, she thought about telling him she didn’t want to do anything with him, but once again, her courage failed. Besides, she was so starved for touch—any touch—that she knew once things got going, she would welcome the attention. He made her feel alive while they were together. She could see colors in her mind when he made love to her. He stimulated her body, soul, and brain after hours or days of isolated boredom.

“Here we go, miss,” he said, hauling her out of bed like a princess—a naked princess—and taking her over to a wall. Oh. We’re finally using the O-rings. She stood still for him despite the fear coiling in her stomach while he attached the wrist and ankle straps, spreading her out in an “X” against the wall. It wasn’t the first time she’d been retrained, but it was the first time like this.

Cloth slid over her hair. “We can’t have you see what’s coming,” Talon said, securing a blindfold into place over her eyes.

He won’t hurt me, she reminded herself. Truthfully, he never had, not really, not if she didn’t count the soreness she experienced after sex with him. She considered that normal.

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“Olivia, Olivia, Olivia,” Talon crooned next to her ear. She shivered, then realized they hadn’t discussed a roleplay today. She had no idea what to expect. “Today is all about you, my love.”

Olivia soon lost track of what was happening to her body. It had started with feathers and some nipple clamps, then progressed to vibrators and toys of various shapes he slid inside her. Some felt better than others, she knew that much. At that point her body was extremely sensitive—the slightest touch could trigger a wave a sensation—and her muscles were spasming and trembling so much that she couldn’t hold herself upright any longer. When had the fireworks started exploding in her mind? Pretty!

She was vaguely aware of Talon unstrapping her wrists. He must’ve knelt in front of her and draped her arms around his neck while he undid her ankle straps, because she clung to something solid and warm with her remaining strength.

The next thing she knew, they were back in bed and he was gently massaging her limbs one by one as her body calmed down, until she was coherent enough to look him in the eye. So blue.

“Happy?” she asked him. Olivia couldn’t fully open her eyes, nor could she move.

“Almost completely,” he told her, putting down the leg he’d been massaging and picking up the other. She looked down and noticed his cock standing upright, extremely erect and swollen. She groaned, he grinned. “I need to take care of this sometime tonight, I’m afraid.”

Later, after resting and snuggling, Talon’s hands were on her body. She tingled and responded with an aching gush of wetness between her legs. Stupid, stupid body. Olivia balled her fists even as her legs dropped open, eager, despite everything he’d done to her earlier. She knew this would hurt, yet she wanted it. She wanted him.

“Olivia,” he moaned, “I need you. I’m sorry, but I need you.”

Why don’t I resent him? “It’s alright,” she told him, even though she inhaled sharply in pain as he slowly pushed into her. “Keep going. Slow—slowly.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her again, pressing his forehead against her as he gradually impaled her on his cock. Her vaginal walls were so tender, she almost came just from him entering her. She spasmed. “Oh, my god. If you keep doing that…I won’t last long.” He kissed her on the temple and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, then slowly began to pump in and out, mindful of her soreness.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out and wrapped her arms around his waist to hang on. It hurt, it did, but it still felt good. How?

Olivia moaned despite her efforts not to and she felt Talon’s cock twitch in response. No, no, she was about to come again, for the dozenth time that day.

“Don’t hold it in,” he urged her, kissing her temple again, “let it out. Let me come with you.” His breathing was ragged and she could tell he was close, too, which turned her on—

“Talon, I’m about—” A guttural moan erupted from her mouth as the sweet, sore sensation peaked within her and pushed her over the edge. Unlike earlier, which had felt like getting knocked down in a UFC ring over and over, this time, she felt like she was floating down through the air, knowing Talon would be there to catch her at the bottom. She spiraled in ecstasy around him, loving the way she could clench around his velvety firmness, loving the way his body responded to hers as he moaned and grunted, unloading deep within her.

I should hate this, she thought, hazily. I should hate him.

But as they cuddled up and fell asleep together, Olivia felt nothing but bliss.

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Olivia woke up alone in the darkness. Her heart sank as the feeling of emptiness took over. She was back to her black-and-white world…for now.