This short story is an off-shoot from my series Kissed by the Baddest Bidder - Recreated. It is meant to be read after Sakiko + Soryu, chapter 10. I'm not sure how fun it would be to read it if you haven't read the rest of the series. It might be fun just for the smut?

Warning. Things get a bit extreme in this story, please proceed at your own risk. I tagged this with dubcon for people who may be triggered, but I want to make it very clear that in my mind this is not dubcon. At no time does Olivia even consider saying no to Eisuke (except when he doesn't let her hang out and be a part of the conversation with Hitomi). Although she is often gagged - so she can't actually say no - she is free to kick or otherwise indicate with her body that he wants Eisuke to stop. I hope that I portrayed Eisuke's character well enough in Book 1 to show that if Olivia had done any of these things, he would have immediately stopped. And Olivia is well aware of this. But she doesn't even think about saying no because this short story is meant to be a representation of the stages that Olivia would go through in her relationship with Eisuke. I don't have the time or enough story to keep things interesting over the course of what would probably be about two years while Olivia figures things out and finally settles into their relationship. We all know that Eisuke is a difficult bastard and his punishments are meant to represent the difficult situations that he puts Olivia through. All of this with some more extreme smut because most of the "books" that I've written or will write for kbtbb only have room for vanilla sex. If this isn't your thing, don't read it. If chapter one upsets you, don't read any further. It only gets worse from here.

One more thing. This story heads into bdsm territory - and while I'm not a practitioner of bdsm - it is my strong belief that in any healthy bdsm relationship it is the submissive who is in control. The submissive grants authority to the dom and has the power to say no at any time. Anything happening between the beginning and the end is only possible because the sub allows it. Anything else isn't bdsm, it's abuse. What's written here would fall between the beginning and the end. Eisuke's putting Olivia through some shit and she's determined to get through it, even though it's hard.

A quick reminder for anyone who hasn't read S+S chap 10 for awhile and for anyone trying to read this without reading the books. Olivia told Sakiko that she felt like she should leave Eisuke before he dumped her and Sakiko told this to Eisuke when he exerted his authority. Olivia asked Chisato (an internet sleuth in my version) to find Eisuke's sister Hitomi. Chisato found her. Olivia, Chisato and Sakiko left the guards that protect Olivia and went to get Hitomi and bring her to Eisuke. Olivia lied and tricked Hitomi into going out to lunch with them in order to get her into the car to take her to the Tres Spades.

"Olivia, you go wait in the bedroom."
I'd been so excited about witnessing a heartfelt reunion between Eisuke and his sister that the command was an enormous shock and a major disappointment. Hitomi was a gift that I'd wanted to give Eisuke, something to pay him back for everything that he'd given me. Something to make him smile, something to make him happy. It wasn't fair that I was missing out on seeing his reaction as he spoke to his sister for the first time in twenty years.
But there was no chance to argue, nothing to do but obey. I'd already used up all of my luck today. I'd pushing things as far as I could. I didn't have the nerve to test another limit.
Once I was in our bedroom I couldn't settle down. I lay on the bed and sat in the chairs and wandered around the room. I pictured moving scenes where Eisuke and Hitomi declared that they'd never forgotten each other, rejoiced in their meeting and shed a few tears for their parents. Would Eisuke say, 'Thank God Olivia found you. I've been searching all these years but she's the one that made this happen'? Would Hitomi say, 'We owe everything to Olivia. You're so lucky to have a girlfriend that cares about you so much'?
Or would Hitomi complain instead? Would she say, 'Olivia made me feel like I'd been kidnapped. I was really afraid'? I stood up from a chair to walk around the room again. I hadn't even thought about Hitomi thinking she was being kidnapped until Sakiko pointed it out. I'd just thought about how happy she would be when I surprised her by introducing her to Eisuke. She'd been really interested in the pictures that I had of her and Eisuke when they were children. Certainly she was pleased to finally meet her long lost brother. Maybe so happy that she wouldn't bother to complain about me?
Regardless of what Hitomi said to Eisuke, I knew that I was going to be punished. I'd secretly had Chisato find Hitomi and then escaped my guards to go and pick her up. I'd also ditched my panic button and put my phone on airplane mode so that I couldn't be tracked. I knew very well that for a period of time Eisuke and an untold number of people had been in an uproar, wondering where I was and trying to figure out how they would find me.
I did feel bad about it, I didn't want to worry anyone, but I'd wanted to present Eisuke with his sister. I'd wanted to see the look on his face when he first realized who she was. Just telling him where he could find her wouldn't have been anywhere near as meaningful. I wanted him to always remember that I was the one that had given him this gift. That I had made things happen - or at least knew the right person for the job - when his private investigators had all but given up.
I was also very ready for my punishment. I couldn't wait for Eisuke to put his hands on me, rough and angry. I kept picturing him pushing me down on the bed and fucking me senseless. He would be forceful and determined to put me in my place. I was already feeling hot and bothered. I hoped he wouldn't spend too much time on the lecture.

By the time Eisuke let himself into the bedroom I'd fallen asleep on the bed. I pushed myself upright at the sound of the door opening and watched him blearily as he strode into the room, my thoughts clouded with sleep. I rubbed my eyes as he walked directly to his closet, pulled out a large trunk, and dropped it near the end of the bed.
"Eisuke? What did Hitomi say?" I asked. "Did you have a good talk?"
Ignoring me, he walked by the bed without looking at me and opened a drawer in the nightstand. I watched as he pulled out a ball gag. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. Our bedroom was soundproofed, so no matter how loud I got while Eisuke was fucking me no one would overhear us. The gag was just a toy that we played with sometimes. As he held it in his hands I leaned forward happily, eagerly moving closer and opening my mouth so that he could put it on me.
His hands were rougher than normal, impatient. He secured the gag without making sure not to pull my hair, without asking if it was too tight. "Take your clothes off," he said, not bothering to look me in the eye. His voice was cold and angry. "Immediately."
I responded quickly, standing up and pulling my dress over my head. I crossed the room to drape it over a chair and took off my underwear. Turning back to the bed, I saw that Eisuke was standing glowering at me, a pair of leather wrist cuffs in his hands. Anticipation shivered through me. He was going to skip the lecture and get right to the action. I hurried back over to the bed and looked up at him, silently asking what he wanted me to do.
Again he didn't meet my eyes. "Get on the bed, on all fours, facing the headboard."
The icy anger in his voice had my heart pounding. I climbed onto the bed and got into the position that he'd described. He moved forward, grabbing my wrists one at a time and cuffing me to the headboard. The headboard was made of a heavy wood and had a row of bars running vertically across it, just like a jail cell. This allowed Eisuke to cuff my hands to the headboard directly in front of me rather than with my arms spread wide the way it would work on a traditional headboard.
We'd played with the cuffs a few times, but he'd always cuffed me lying on my back in the past. In a position where I could easily see him. Now I was facing the wall and didn't have a good view of the room. Craning my neck to look over my shoulder, I watched as he went into the closet and came out carrying two large black cases and headed to the end of the bed. I kept moving my head, peeking over my shoulder, under my arm and around my body, trying to figure out what he was doing.
My eyes widened when he clicked open the first case and pulled out a video camera. A big one, not the little ones that people use for home movies. I worked the muscles of my mouth around the ball gag. I was already drooling because my lips couldn't close and I couldn't swallow. I shifted on the bed, moving out of the position that he'd put me in. I turned around as best as I could to watch as he set up a tripod and attached the camera to it. He didn't look at me once.

I gazed at the dully shining lens of the camera with worried eyes. Eisuke and I had never discussed anything like this. We'd never taken sexy pictures or talked about making a video. I'd never given him permission to do something like this. This was definitely something that we should be in agreement about but I couldn't even argue because I was gagged.
This was just like him, just like our life together. He was always busy working on something and I was standing on the sidelines waiting for him to finish, waiting for it to be my turn. He always chose what we were going to do: "I've got time for lunch. Let's go down to the Breakstone." or "I've decided to go to a movie premiere tonight. Your team is on the way up with a dress. Be ready by seven." or "I'm going to respond to one last email. Go take your clothes off and wait for me on the bed."
I didn't know how I felt about the camera. I knew that I didn't have to worry about him showing a video of me to anyone else. If we'd talked about it, if I'd been prepared for it, maybe I would have thought it was a turn on. Now it was just another example of how almost everything was his way and I was just along for the ride. But that was what this was supposed to be about. It was a punishment. It was a reminder that he was the one in control and I needed to follow his rules.
While I brooded about our relationship, he set up another camera. "One to get a side view," he said, making adjustments to the camera before he walked back to the first one. "And one for a rear view."
He fiddled with the controls some more and then raised his head, finally meeting my eyes. The angst and anger that I'd built up crumbled under the fury that his gaze revealed. "Get back into position."
My heart shook and I pushed myself back up onto all fours. He was even angrier than I'd expected him to be. "These are digital video cameras," he explained. I could hear him moving around, but I was afraid to look at him. I didn't want to see the anger in his eyes again. "Their battery life and storage space are huge. They can record for days. So you don't need to worry that something will be missed. I'll get all of it."
Like I was at all concerned about the cameras running out of batteries. He just wanted me to know that there was no reason for me to hope that they would. He hand slapped lightly between my thighs and he said, "Spread your legs more and arch your back. Show the camera your cunt."
I hated that word and he knew it. He was saying it on purpose, he never made a mistake. I turned my head to look over my shoulder, wanting to show him my displeasure, I was met with his hands holding a blindfold. He slipped it over my eyes and took away my chance to see him or watch what he was doing.
It struck me that I was now very vulnerable. Cuffed to the bed, unable to speak or see, I was at his mercy. I listened to the sounds of him moving around, trying to decipher clues to his movements. I'd lay on the bed and watched him undress enough times to recognize the sounds of him removing his cufflinks. I heard the plink sound as he dropped them into the little tray where they would stay until a maid put them away. Next came the whishing sounds of him removing his suit jacket and vest followed by the clattering of him placing them on hangers.
There were no more sounds of undressing. His footsteps returned from the closet to the area of the bed. I heard sounds that must have been him opening the trunk and taking something out. I was disgruntled. I really hated it when he fucked me with his clothes on. I always wanted skin-to-skin full body contact. I only accepted pants hastily pushed down to reveal his cock when he didn't have time for anything else. Would he be so petty as to leave his clothes on just to spite me?

He stepped to the side of the bed and I felt his hand come down on my hip, holding me in place. A moment later a whirring noise filled the room. He'd turned something on, probably a vibrator. I tensed in surprise and then relaxed as it came to rest on the back of my thigh, sending chills up my spine. Sweeping up and down multiple times, it gently massaged over my skin before it moved to give the same treatment to my other thigh. I moaned, the sound trapped in the back of my throat. What was he going to do? Was he really going to go straight to the fun? Were the cameras, the cuffs, the gag and the blindfold the only punishment? Or was he planning on getting me to relax before he suddenly started spanking me?
The vibrator moved up over my ass and began to play in the small of my back. Eisuke's favorite spot. I felt my skin flush with heat as the vibrator lightly drew circles and I pictured him standing above me, looking down on me, watching my reactions. For a minute I tried to block out the feelings that were building inside of me. I tried to put my thoughts together and decide on my best course of action. I couldn't know his intentions, so it was impossible to determine how I should respond. Should I try to fight off my reactions, maintain control and be somehow prepared for his next move, whatever that might be? Or should I give in, following whatever path he chose to lead me down?
The question was irrelevant, my hopes of maintaining control were laughable. My body, heart and mind were attuned to him. He'd led me to the heights of ecstasy so many times that my response to him was automatic. He was near, I could smell the scent of his cologne and his skin. I knew that his eyes were on me and he was watching my every reaction, masterfully gauging every nuance. The idea of his attention caused desire to flare through me and I arched my back as my nipples began to harden. I thought of the camera behind me and knew that I was exposing more of myself to it. I decided that I didn't care. It was for Eisuke and he could see me and touch me whenever he wanted. My body belonged to him
Skimming up my back, the vibrator swept around my side and targeted a nipple. It felt amazing. Moans and cries caught in my throat, blocked by the gag, as my arousal went bone deep. Sweat broke out on my skin and my pussy was wet and begging for attention as the vibrator played over my nipples again and again.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't tell him what I wanted. I couldn't let him know that my body was on fire and I needed his cock so bad that it was killing me. Was it the blindfold or the vibrator or my anxiety over the looming punishment that had ratcheted my arousal up to a nearly painful level so quickly? Perhaps it was a combination of the three. All that I knew was that I needed Eisuke. I needed to feel him against me and inside of me and I couldn't tell him.
The virbrator left my nipples, left my body entirely and I froze, listening and feeling for some clue of what would happen next. I felt Eisuke's hand between my thighs, moving them further apart before his hand moved to push down on my neck. I realized what he was doing, he wanted more of my pussy on camera. I moved obediently, taking the position that he wanted, head down and ass up, displaying myself for the camera, for him. I wanted to obey his wishes as quickly as possible. The sooner I pleased him, the sooner he would fuck me.
I felt his fingers glide over my ass and between my legs, pushing into the drenched lips that were begging for his touch and spreading them wide. I had a moment to wonder what the camera was capturing before the vibrator followed his fingers and began to explore my folds.
I hated the ball gag. I needed to cry out and scream, to release the intense feelings that filled me to the point of bursting. Because I couldn't release them, the energy of those feelings was trapped inside, a delicious torture.
The vibrator teased over my inner and outer lips, drew circles at my entrance but never dipped inside, and flirted over my clit. I gripped a pillow in my hands and pressed it against my face as my arousal grew and grew but the vibrator moved relentlessly, changing it's target again and again, never staying in one place long enough to let me build towards an orgasm. It felt so very good but I needed more and Eisuke was dragging things out, not allowing me to have what I wanted and needed, heartlessly teasing me. I was voiceless, unable to beg or demand, trapped beneath the hand that held me in place, caught under the bliss that the vibrator spread over my skin.
I was growing tired and strained, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, becoming numb to it because it was denying me a release. He must have recognized the point when my body relaxed in defeat and stopped pushing against the vibrator, searching for more. He chose that moment to attack my clit, holding the tip of the vibrator just over the hood. I immediately went from overstimulated and on my way to shutting down to overstimulated and heading towards an orgasm that threatened to be painfully intense. I held still as my clit vibrated along with the toy and my legs began to shake. I was covered in sweat, desperate to reach my peak.
And then he took the vibrator off my clit. My insides twisted. I was struggling, breathing raggedly through my nose, my body aching for release. It was hard to concentrate, to listen to his movements and catch clues and put them together. Was he going to fuck me now? Is that why he took the vibrator away and turned it off? I didn't know if I would be able to handle it. I felt as if I had been flayed, what would it be like to feel him inside of me now? Just the idea of it felt too intense.
His footsteps had retreated and then returned. I felt his fingers on the back of my head, releasing the ball gag and pulling it out of my mouth. I immediately began taking in deep gasps of air, moving my tongue and my jaw to relieve the stiffness that had built up in them. I'd been so close to an orgasm. What was he going to do now?

Before I could ask he said, "Here's some water. Drink a lot of it."
I felt a straw press against my lips and began drinking the water just as he'd told me to do. When I'd had my fill, I released the straw and went back to breathing raggedly. My body was aching, twitching and tormented. I was about to ask him what he was doing when I noticed that something was wrong. He was very quiet.
I froze, closing my mouth and breathing through my nose as I tried to quiet down so that I could hear what he was doing. After a few minutes of complete silence, he spoke.
"You're planning on leaving me." His voice was tightly controlled. That level of control indicated just how angry he was.
"What? No!" I cried, completely shocked. He was supposed to be lecturing me for what I'd done today, not making wild accusations. "I'm not. Of course I'm not!"
The blindfold blocked out almost everything, but I could still see a bit of light. Suddenly the light next to me flashed, moved and then went black. A split second later there was a loud crash. I screamed in shock and fear. He'd snatched the lamp off the nightstand and thrown it against the wall, shattering it.
"Don't lie to me," This time his voice was filled with rage. I was already trembling after the lamp exploded against the wall so near to me, the sound of his fury made me start to shake with fear.
But I didn't have to worry that he would do something to hurt me. As soon as he finished speaking I could hear his footsteps crossing the room. The door to the bedroom opened and then slammed shut, leaving me alone, cuffed to the bed, locked behind the blindfold.

I moved slowly, carefully, edging away from the side of the bed that was nearest the broken lamp. He'd left me blindfolded on the bed with the remains of the lamp, sharp pieces that could cut me, and that spoke volumes. He must be unbelievably enraged. I knew him. I'd lived with him for months. The only way he would have walked away and left me with the broken bits of ceramic was if he considered himself to be more dangerous.
He'd wanted to truly hurt me. He'd broken the lamp, but he'd wanted to put his hands on me in anger. It didn't surprise me that he'd controlled himself and walked out. It was exactly what I would have expected him to do. What shocked me was how very angry he was.
And it didn't have anything to do with Hitomi. He'd accused me of planning to leave him, not of escaping for a few hours to go and get his sister. As I carefully settled back, trying to put as much distance between myself and the pieces of the lamp as I could, I replayed a conversation that I'd had with Sakiko. I'd told her that I was thinking of leaving him. That I knew he would eventually cast me aside and it would be less painful if I broke up with him first. I was afraid of my feelings for him, afraid of how much I loved him when I knew that I wasn't what he really wanted, that he'd never keep me forever.
He must have heard about the conversation. I'd talked to Sakiko outside on the terrace because Eisuke's spies seemed to be everywhere, but I should have known that the effort was futile. Sakiko was one of his employees. All that he had to do was ask and she'd be forced to tell him whatever he wanted to know. She was a loyal friend but Eisuke held too much power and he never hesitated to use it. She must have told him everything.
Curled up on the pillows, I thought about pushing off the blindfold, but this was how he'd left me. If he'd wanted the blindfold off, he would have removed it himself. I didn't need to see anything. I knew the color of the walls and the pattern on the bedspread by heart. Everything was done in grays and lavender. The colors of the suit that Eisuke was wearing the first time I saw him and the night we first met. I always felt surrounded by him when I was in the room, especially when I was lying in the bed, wrapped in purple sheets and covered in gray. It was a visual representation of how he filled my heart and flowed through my veins.
And he knew. He knew that I was thinking about leaving him. Even if my thoughts were only daydreams, even if my words were only talk. I could never leave him, but he didn't know that, couldn't be sure of that. I'd told my friend that I wanted to go...and then I'd disappeared. I'd tossed my panic button into a locker at the dojo and blocked him from tracing my location on my phone. With no way to contact me, what would he have thought? He would never have guessed that I'd been looking for his sister. The thought never would have crossed his mind. He would have assumed that I was leaving him, just as I'd talked about with Sakiko.
The truth was that I could never leave him. Even if it was the right thing to do. Even if I feared the pain that would come when he eventually ended our relationship, I would stay until the bitter end. I would enjoy every moment with him that I could. I would be ready and waiting every time that he called and said, "Let's go to dinner.' 'Come with me to the casino.' 'Go unlock the hot tub so that we can get in."
He thought that I'd left him. He believed that I would go. That I would just take off without telling him. That I'd abandon him without a backwards glance. I knew that he loved me, even if his version of love was harsh, cold and contained. Even though he could decide to discount that love, to close his heart and mind to it and make decisions without taking it into consideration, I knew that it was a completely different for me to do the same. It was easy to forget because he kept himself at a distance, but I knew that he depended on my love. He'd lost his family when he was young. He could easily send me away, but he could not easily lose me. Those were two different things entirely.
For the space of a few hours he had believed that I'd willing left him. That he might never see me again. That even if he found me, I might refuse to return to him. And then when he'd asked me about it, I'd been unprepared for the question. I'd been ready to reprimanded for scheming and slipping away from my guards. I'd never really planned on leaving him, so when he'd made the accusation I'd immediately denied it. I hadn't connected his words to my miserable broodings.
So he'd thought that I'd intentionally lied to him. Even though I'd brought his sister to him, he still believed that I would leave him. There was no telling how Eisuke interpreted what was to me a precious gift meant to make him happy. For him, so many of the things that he did and said were plays for power. It was possible that he was interpreting my actions the same way. Maybe he couldn't see how much I loved him and even if he did, he would assume I would be able to turn off my love and walk away, just like he could.
I turned my head in the direction of the door even though I couldn't see it. I wondered how long it would take him to cool down and come back. And when he came back, would he accept my apology?