AN: this is Madison's friend updating still. my dad's nose break was much more severe than we thought. But he made it through surgery just fine. He's home & sleeping in his recliner now.

It turns out I misunderstood a direction that Madison gave me. Now that I figured it out things are going much more smoothly. And I'm so excited that my dad is doing well. I decided to bless you all with another update.

To those of you that noticed I accidentally re-posted chapter 12 of sweet surrender. I sincerely apologize. I fixed it as soon as I realized. Please just be happy that you've gotten two updates in less than 24 hours. And don't leave negative reviews. I'm trying my hardest to do something nice for you, Madison's readers.

Chpt. 13 CPOV:

"I hate that I have to wear…this everywhere," Ana complains as she steps out of the bathroom. "Is it really necessary that everyone can see my tits when we're having breakfast?"

I don't argue with her…in fact I don't say anything. I can't; all of the blood from my brain has gone to my dick. Fuck she's beautiful; she's fucking beautiful no matter what she's wearing but right now…fuck I don't want her leaving our room. I don't want anyone else seeing her like this.

She's wearing…what can only be described as the world's fucking sexist bra and panties. First off, the bra barely goes around her beautiful breast, barely covering only her nipples with a thing line of black lace. Under the black lace, it's open…there's nothing covering her. Her panties…fucking they match the bra perfectly. They're thin, small and barely cover anything. The black lace that covers her bare sex is nearly see through. Then there's a black lace collar around her neck, I can barely make out the leather one that we use during scenes on her under it. From the lack collar is a thin chain that goes down her chest and connects to two thin cuffs on her wrists forming an upside down Y.

"Christian?" Fuck…how long I have been standing there staring at her?

"You look….fuck Ana," I stumble trying to find the right words.

"Oh," she face turns an adorable shade of red.

"I'm sorry, you were saying something?" before I saw how fucking sexy you look right now.

"I…I was just saying that I hate that I have to wear stuff like this to go to breakfast. What's the point? It's breakfast…not a scene."

"People who practice TPE, don't limit their activities to a scene. The dom choosing the clothing for the sub to wear is just another area of her life that she is allowing the dom to have control over."

"Okay, but it's really necessary for us to wear stuff like this to breakfast?"

"At least it's clothing," I point out. "Some doms may require their subs completely nude from the moment they walk into their place. It allows the dom complete, unrestricted access to whatever part of her body that he wants, when he wants it."

"Hmmmfffff," she doesn't say anything.

"What's the plan today?"

"Breakfast, then I figure we can go to the second level play area. Maybe observe at first, try to get a decent look at the space. Then later today go back for a scene? If you can find out what's required to test that would help us prepare for what's next."

"Sounds good."

We head to the restaurant for breakfast; I watch Ana fight to not cross her arms over her chest to try to hide herself as soon as we enter the lobby. I gently tug her hand down and take it in mine, she grabs a hold of it and squeezes it gently. We're led to a small table next to the window; I pull out Ana's chair so she can sit before I move mine closer to hers.

"You're doing great," I assure her.

"I feel like everyone is staring," she complains.

"If they are it's because of how stunning you look," the reality is I haven't seen anyone checking her out. I think she probably feels like people are staring at her because she's wearing less clothing then yesterday. Although yesterday's outfit was just as revealing, I think the fact that it was more of a "dress" made Ana feel like she was covered up a little more. Today's outfit is comparable to what most of the other subs are wearing, although there are a couple who are wearing far less.

"Let me ," I take Ana's hands in mine, removing the cuffs just as the waitress brings over our food.

"Thank you."

"Mr. Thompson, it's nice to see you again," the woman who checked us into the resort yesterday stops by our table just as we're finishing our meal.

"Miss…Elena, how are you?" I ask.

"I'm well, how are you and your sub enjoying our resort?" she sits down next to us.

"We're definitely enjoying the parts we've explored so far," I smirk at Ana.

"I heard you passed the first test."

"Yes, in fact we're planning on heading over to level two after breakfast."

"I had a feeling that you would move through the levels quickly, but I hadn't expected you to do it that quickly."

"I'm eager to see what areas fit my needs the best."

"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you in the third level in no time," she winks and I have to force myself not to shudder.

"I'll see you there?"

"I'm often there after my shifts; I like to observe the scenes and help out when the need arises."

"Then I guess we'll see you there."

"You'll have to get through level two first," she winks again.

"Any pointers you care to give on that?"

"When you go in today let them know you plan to test, they'll give you a list of what is likely to be included in the test. I'm sure for someone like you it won't be a problem; assuming of course your sub's limits aren't too strong."

"They're fairly flexible," I inwardly cringe at even saying the words.

"Fantastic, then you won't have an issue. I think you'll enjoy level three; I can tell you're a man who demands absolute control in everything."

"Don't we all," I chuckle.

"Well I need to be going, hopefully I'll see you around."

"I don't like her," Ana hisses as soon as Elena is out of earshot.

"Me either."

We finish our breakfast before heading back to the room; a few minutes later with a map in hand we're on our way to the level two play area. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous; it might not show but with each day we're here I get more and more nervous about what we're going to find. I hope we can get far enough to gather whatever data the FBI needs so they can come in and rescue Kate and the other girls. At the same time though I worry about what will be required for the next test and how we'll manage those requirements.

"Ready?" Ana asks quietly as we approach a large building that the map indicates is where we want to be.

"Yes," I say firmly. "Are you?"

"Sure," she tries to fake the nervousness but hands fidgeting with the chain they're attached to give her away.

"Can I help you?" we're greeted the moment we reach the door.

"We were just approved last night for this level," I explain.

He scans my bracelet and nods when his phone beeps I assume confirming we're supposed to be here. He opens the door all the way; I lead Ana into the room, the leash securely attached to my wrist.

"Hello," a scantily clad woman wearing far less than Ana approaches us the moment we're inside the dark hallway. "First time here, right?"

"Yes."

"Welcome! As compared to the main play area, things are a little more intense here. We have a greater variety of furniture and toys available to our doms, plus a complete punishment section should your…sub get out of hand. Alcohol is limited to one glass while you're here; this ensures that everyone is kept safe."

"I was told that if I was interested in testing for the next level that you would have a list of what could be required in the test?"

"Ah, yes. Why don't you look around and see if this level meets all of your…needs. If you think it doesn't and want to check out the next level, find me before you leave and I'll give you the list."

"Perfect, thank you."

"Of course," she nods. "In the meantime if you need anything there are multiple dungeon masters on the floor."

"Come," I say firmly to Ana before I lead her down the hallway and through the heavy dark curtain into the play area.

I quickly scan the room, trying to find the best place for us to be able to look around without being obvious. The large room has multiple stages set up around the perimeter of the room, some separated by curtains and some out in the open. There are smaller stages around the main area of the floor where both girls and guys dance completely in the nude. In the far corner of the room stand several cages, which I can only assume is the punishment area. I walk around the room, with Ana trailing behind me, acting like I'm looking for a scene to observe. Eventually I find an area that I think will give us the best view of the room. I sit on the loveseat and pull Ana onto my lap. This not only allows me to keep her close and safe but this way I can talk to her discretely.

"This is much larger than the main play area," she whispers.

"I noticed that too," there's also a lot more people in here.

We pretend to observe the scene in front of us, one in which a sub is sucking off her dom while a domme hits her ass hard with a belt. As I glance around the room, trying to look for any exits, I make note of the different furniture pieces set up on the stages, not knowing what will be required when we test for the next level. It's difficult to see where all the possible exits area as some areas are blocked off by the curtains that give the illusion of privacy despite being near see through.

When the couple on the stage in front of us finish their scene, I lead Ana to another stage where we observe a different couple who are just beginning a scene. The seats in front of this stage are more bar stools so Ana kneels on the floor in front of me. I instruct her to watch the scene just in case anyone is concerned that she is observing a scene instead of remaining in position. Once the scene concludes, I lead Ana back to the exit, taking the long way around so we could get a good look at the room. Before we leave I request a list of what might be required for testing at this level, shoving it in my pocket before we leave.

"There's a lot going on in there," Ana says quietly once we're far enough away from the building.

"There is," I agree but don't say anything more. I disconnect the leash before we continue back to our room, making small talk about the weather and different activity areas of the resort on our way. We're both careful about what we say, but are aware we both need to maintain the appearance of a normal couple here on a vacation.

The moment we get back into the room, Ana scans it to make sure no visual recording devices were added while we were away. The audio devices still appear on the scanner, but the number hasn't changed since last night when we returned from our scene. We need to trust Taylor that he actually did what he said he did and that what we say in this room isn't being monitored. It's tough placing that must trust in someone I don't know, but Ana trusts him therefore I put my trust in him.

"That room was larger than I expected," Ana pulls out a piece of paper prepared to start outlining the room.

"It was," I agree. The room was easily twice the size of the main play area; I had expected it to be the reverse but I guess a lot of guests end up realizing that the first level doesn't meet their needs. If you're new to the lifestyle, the first level is fine. But if you've been around for a little while, the first level won't meet your needs. The second level is closer to what we have at Time Out.

We spend the next hour drawing out the room; Ana surprises me by the details she picked up on that I missed. While I was focusing on the obvious entrances/exits, she was noting where the permanent fixtures are. She noted the bar, the dance stages and even which stages were "private."

"I think you should punish me during our scene in there," she says once we finish the outline of the room.

"Wait…what?" I didn't hear her correctly. She wants to be punished?

"I think you should punish me," she repeats. "You should put me in the cage, over here," she points to the area on the drawing where the cages in the room were. "I'll be able to see more from over there and since I'll be in a…cage I'll have nothing to do except to look around."

"I don't know; I don't like you being that far from me."

"It's not like I'll be in a different room Christian," she rolls her eyes. "If you sit at the bar, you'll be able to see me at all times. You said that the notes that Sawyer gave you indicate that the collar is honored right?" I nod. "So as long as I'm collared no one should bother me, even if you're not at my side. Plus, like I said you'll be able to see me at all times."

"You sure you want to be in the cage?" I remember her face paling at the idea of sleeping in the cage under the bed she first saw the room. We hadn't used a cage in any of our scenes at Time Out, but now I'm wishing we had.

"Do I want to be in a cage like an animal? Of course not," she bites back. "But, it gives me a good view of the room where I can look around with drawing suspicion to us."

"I suppose," I reluctantly see her point.

"What does the paper say about what's required to test?" she asks.

"It's a joke," I shake my head in frustration. "Essentially what could be required of us is everything on the limit list that we had to complete before we checked in. Everything from that list is on there."

"What does that mean?" she whispers.

"It means anything can be required," I shrug. "They'll respect the hard limits that we outlined, but anything else could be required."

"Oh."

"It does outline what we need to do before we can test though."

"Which is?"

"We need to publically scene at least 3 times," I pull the list from my pocket and begin reading it. "At least one of those scenes must include a punishment. We need to demonstrate a solid use of various pieces of furniture and toys. At least 36 hours must pass from the time we're approved for the second level until we can test. It does say that they'll be observing us throughout our time there and that if they feel we aren't up to par they won't let us even test."

"3 scenes," she takes a deep breath.

"Minimally," I repeat. "It's noted that additional scenes could be required prior to testing."

"Well, that's what we prepared for," she says after a few minutes of silence. "And it says we need to have a punishment scene so if we do that today, it's one thing less we need to do."

"I suppose," I'm still not happy about her being in the cage. The rational side of me knows nothing will happen because I'll be right there, but the other part of me doesn't like that she isn't right there next to me. I hate the idea that someone could walk up to her and touch her even though any self-respecting dom wouldn't do that since she's collared.

"So what should I do?"

"What do you mean?"

"So you have to punish me?"

"That's something we can't plan."

"What do you mean? If you're going to punish me I need to do something to break one of the rules."

"Yes, but if we plan for you to break the rule it might not seem legitimate," I point out.

"But then how do I break the rule if I don't know what one to break?"

"Leave that to me," I say.

"Are you sure? I mean shouldn't I-"

"Trust me Ana," I take her hands in mine and squeeze them. "Trust me to plan the scene out so you'll end up in the cage as you want without raising any suspicions. If you're too eager to end up in there it will raise flags. Trust me to get you there."

"O…okay."

"What did you think of the scenes we observed today?" I ask her.

"I could see the differences in the intensity between the first level and the second," she explains. "But it wasn't anything too different than what I saw at Time Out or in the videos that I watched at your apartment."

"Anything you have questions about that you saw?"

"No, I don't think so. Although I do wonder what level three is like…"

"Me too," I have suspicions but I don't want to tell her what those are just yet. If we make it to level three I have a feeling that it's going to make the first level look like straight vanilla.

"Do you think we'll pass the test to get there?" although she's trying to hide it I hear the worry in her voice.

"We will," I say confidently even though I have doubts, I don't let her know about them.

Ana finishes the outline of the room and we go over it, identifying a couple areas we need to get more specific information on. She takes a picture of it before hiding the paper under the mattress so we can add to it later today. We both have areas to focus on when we're in the room today, areas we weren't able to get a good look at when we were there this morning. I'm really impressed by Ana; I don't know how but she sees things differently than I do. She knows where there are weaknesses for both the bureau and the resort. I'm focused on the structure of the building whereas she focuses on so much more. There are times like right now where she's so focused on the mission that it's impossible to forget that she's part of the FBI.

"Should we head back?" she asks once everything is packed away.

"I want this collar off," I reach behind her neck and take off the black lace collar that goes with her outfit.

"Why? You don't like it?"

"I like it…trust me I like it a lot," I can't help but admit. "But I don't like how it hides the other collar," I run my finger over the black and purple leather collar around her neck. She's worn it every day, nearly all day, since the moment we arrived here. I know it's only for show while we're here, but seeing her in my collar does something to me.

"Oh…" she says.

"When we were in there earlier it was different because I was holding the leash; I don't want there to be any doubt that you're collared when you're in the cage," I explain.

"That makes sense."

I grab the bag of toys and the leash before we head back over to the play room. I've planned out the scene in my mind, one that I think will fit with Ana needing to go into the cage as part of a punishment. I know she isn't happy about me not telling her what I have in store, but her reaction needs to be genuine and if she knows what's coming it won't be.

"Nice to see you again Mr. Thompson," We're greeted as soon as we arrive.

"Thank you, my sub and I are eager to play," I reply.

"Wonderful, we have a few spaces still available, although I wouldn't wait too long," she winks. "Our busy time tends to start soon and then the stages will fill up rather quickly."

"It gets that busy?"

"Most evenings, yes."

"Sounds like they need a larger space."

"It's in the plans," she smiles. "By this time next year this space should be double what it currently is."

"I'm surprised most people don't move on to level 3," I fish for information. "It would free up more space in here."

"Yes…well…for some this meets all their needs," she stutters briefly before recovering. "Others want to move forward, but they aren't ready yet. We don't let anyone move forward unless they're fully prepared for what's ahead. We take great pride in keeping everyone safe; if we start allowing people to move forward who aren't ready we risk that."

"I admire that; not everyone would see it that way," I cringe even saying the words knowing that women like Kate are going missing from this resort. If you're so focused on keeping people safe, why do they keep going missing?

"Enjoy your time tonight, if you need anything, be sure to ask one of the masters on the floor."

I lead Ana through the large room, noting a couple open spaces as we go, but when I come to one that is what they consider semi private I immediately lead her to it. The sheer curtain will give Ana at least some resemblance of a little privacy which will hopefully keep her focused on the scene. There are at least double the number of people here who were just a couple of hours ago when we observed scenes. I knew it would get busy but I thought it wouldn't happen until later this evening; that's usually when Time Out is the busiest but I should have realized that this place is nothing like Time Out.

I place my bag on the table and look at the area around me; the stage is larger than I expected it to be. There's a suspension grid hanging from the ceiling, a long table that can be adjusted to several different positions and a few toys hanging from the back wall. A sheer curtain hangs on two of the three sides of the "room;" I somewhat close the curtains in the front, leaving them open by a couple of feet. I don't know if the curtains are completely closed if they will consider this a public scene and count it towards the required three we need to do. I'm not taking the chance that it wouldn't be considered public if its closed completely and then having to do another scene.

"What are your safe words?" I ask.

"Yellow and red sir," Ana's response is immediately and loud enough that if there are any dungeon masters nearby that they would have heard her.

"On your knees, in position," she immediately drops to the soft rug on the floor.

I take a deep breath before heading over to table where the bag; I gather a few items out of the bag and then take a spreader bar from the wall and place it on the table. Ana is patiently waiting, kneeling on the floor for me as I prepare for our scene. I pull a silk scarf from the wall and use it to blindfold Ana, hoping that if she can't see what's going on that she'll be more relaxed in the scene. For this to work, she needs to be completely into the scene.

"Stand," I command and she immediately complies.

I attach her wrists to the leather cuffs on the spreader bar that hangs from the suspension grid on the ceiling. I drop to my knees and attach another spreader bar to her ankles, leaving her in the perfect X shape standing in the middle of the "room." I pull the cups of her bra down, freeing her beautiful nipples; she gasps when I take one into my mouth, teasing it until it hardens. She barely flinches when I attach the clip to her nipple; her breath hitches though when I attach the other one.

"You're doing great," I whisper assuring her.

Her knees nearly buckle when I slip my hand into her thin laced panties; I gently tease her clit and let my fingers slide down to explore her further. It takes a few minutes, but she starts responding to my touch, likely forgetting for a moment where we are. Her gasp is audible when I attach the clamp to her clit only seconds later; her juices coat my fingers when I slide them down further again. All three clamps are connected, a gentle tug on the chain has her arching into me as it arouses her even further. I step behind her, pulling her against me, letting her feel what seeing her like this does to me. She groans, pushing her firm ass against my throbbing dick as my hands glide over her smooth skin. Her head falls back against my shoulder when I take her breasts into my hands.

Stepping away, I take a few calming breaths before returning with a flogger. I specifically chose this one because it's designed more for pleasure and less for pain.

"Oh!" she's surprised when the flogger lands on her ass causing her to move forward.

I alternate where the flogger lands with each slap; it increases the sensitivity of her skin each time I bring it down against her. She's panting and biting her beautiful lip within minutes, letting me know just how much she's turned on by the flogger. I move to her front, surprising her again when I bring it down on her breasts letting it just barely touch the clamps on her nipples.

"May I come sir?" she whispers.

"Not yet."

She's close, but not where I want her. I continue to tease her with the flogger, adjusting where the flogger falls so it surprises her each time. Using the remote on the wall, I lower the bar holding her wrists above her head. I bring her ass against me, grinding my dick against her before I urge her to take a few steps back and bend over at the waist. The new position gives me the access I was looking for when I slap her with the flogger again this time letting it land perfectly on her sex.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH! Please sir….please sir may I come?" she calls out loudly.

"Come Ana," I thrust my fingers into her slippery sex causing her to combust immediately.

She screams as her knees give out; if I hadn't wrapped my arm around her waist the only thing holding her up would be the suspension bar on the ceiling. I turn her around, so her ass is facing the opening in the curtain as I step behind her. With my arm wrapped around her waist, I bring her up against me so she's standing up. Her face is flushed and her breathing is still heavy as she starts to come down from her orgasm.

"You okay?" I whisper checking in with her.

She nods in response. I reach between us and undo the button of my jeans, I bring my dick out sighing in relief the moment it touches her bare skin. I pull her panties down just enough so my dick can rub against her folds. She arches into me, pushing herself against me when she feels me against her skin.

"You want this?" To anyone else this would sound teasing, but that's the furthest thing it is. The way I've positioned us, no one can see what I'm doing right now. If Ana were to say no, I can modify the scene so it'll still work. However knowing that someone could be judging us right now in preparation for test, I want the scene to be authentic.

"Please sir," she moans.

Holding her ass against me, I urge her to bend back over. She's not even completely over before I plunge into her causing her to scream in pleasure. I had demonstrated a similar positon when we were exploring the clamps the first time at my house, but…fuck it doesn't compare to the reality of being inside of Ana while she's gripping me this tight while being so aroused from the teasing clamp. I pull nearly completely out of her before thrusting deep back into her. She moans as the clamps move with each thrust.

"Please sir….May I come?" she pants.

"No."

I don't let up, thrusting hard and deep into her while the clamps and chain to do their job at keeping her in a constant state of arousal. Her hands are balled into tights fists as she tries to hold off the orgasm that is threatening to hit at any moment. If I didn't have a goal for this scene I would tell her right now how proud I am of her. She's completely into the scene, remembering each time to ask to come and fighting back when denied permission. She's done everything I've asked and has responded better than I had hoped she would.

"Sir…please…I'm so close."

I don't respond, her words nearly causing me to combust right there. Her walls are clenched around me, sucking me into her beautiful body with a promise of what's to come. She's moaning, thrusting back against me with each movement.

"Sir….sir….sir…..PLEASE!"

She screams, the orgasm ripping through her body when I release the clamp from her clit.

"Fuck…" I hiss coming deep inside of her pushing her straight into another orgasm.

It takes me several minutes to remember where we are and even longer to remember what just happened and why. It takes everything in me to force the next words out of my mouth knowing that the only thing I really want to do right now is to pick Ana up and take her back to our room where I can lay on our bed together with her in my arms.

"You came without permission," I force the displeasure into my voice.

"I…yes sir," she pants.

I slowly pull out of her still throbbing sex; I grab a few tissues to clean up with before shoving myself back in my jeans. My dick protests, still rock hard and desperate to get back inside of Ana. I clean Ana up the best I can in this position, not wanting to have her completely naked in front of everyone. I pull her panties back over her beautiful ass before standing her up. I unclip her wrists and ankles from the spreader bars; she hisses when I remove the nipple clamps, the blood rushing back to them. I pull the cups back over her red, sore nipples. I have to force myself not to take them into my mouth to ease them; if I'm truly displeased by her actions I wouldn't be trying to ease any discomfort she has from removing the clamps.

"Are you allowed to come without permission?" I ask.

"No sir."

"Who do your orgasms belong to?"

"You sir."

"What should you have done?"

"Waited for you to give me permission to come sir."

"Yet you didn't."

I slide the blindfold from her eyes, not wanting to see the anger in her eyes. I know she couldn't have held back the orgasm and later I'll explain to her that I pushed her to come and that she has nothing to be disappointed about. Although right now I can't do any of that.

"You've earned yourself a punishment," I say.

"Yes sir."

"I saw some cages when we were in here yesterday, I think you're going to need to spend some time in one to remind you of who your orgasms truly belong to."

"Sir….please…."

"Thirty minutes in the cage should be sufficient," Ana and I had previously discussed what time frame would be enough for her to gather what she needed. Half an hour seemed too long to me, but initially she wanted an hour so I suppose it was a compromise.

"Yes sir," she looks down showing obvious disappointment in my response.

"Let's go." I gently yank on the still attached leash, grabbing my bag on the way out.

I lead Ana out of our little "room;" I'm not entirely surprised to see a few people gathered in front of our room having obviously watched our scene. A few of the doms shake their head at Ana, obviously disappointed that she came without permission just as I'm supposed to be disappointed. I don't say anything, instead I lead Ana through the room to the far corner where the cages are set up. Punishment cages have never been my thing in scenes, but I know many doms prefer them. It's the equivalent of a time out but with a humiliation component to reinforce the control the dom has over the sub. There are two other subs currently in a cage, but only one has a collar around her. I lead Ana into the cage next to one of the subs and open the door. She looks back at me and I know she isn't faking the uncertainty in her eyes.

"You'll be fine," I assure her. "Spend some time in here remembering who you belong to and then you can come out and find away to make it up to me."

She sadly nods, as if admitting she was wrong and bends down to crawl into the cage on her hands and knees. There is a thin mat in the cage to prevent her from experiencing any discomfort but I know it'll still be tough on her back to be bent over in such a small area. Noting the leash on one of the other subs, I take Ana's leash, pull it through the cage and attach it to the wall behind her.

"I'll be back for you in a little while," I essentially dismiss her even though she knows that's the farthest thing from what I'm doing.

As planned, I head over to the bar, dropping my bag on the floor next to the stool before ordering a beer. I pretend to be disinterested in Ana, even though I keep her in my line of sight at all times.

"She's either new to the scene or wants to be punished," a voice forces me to focus on something other than Ana.

"She's new," I turn to find Elena sitting next to me.

"Coming without permission…such a rookie mistake," she shakes her head.

"That it was."

"I'm surprised someone like you didn't pick a more…tenured sub."

"I like when they're new to the lifestyle," I'm completely bullshitting right now hoping to play into Elena's hand.

"Oh?"

"I'd rather teach them how I want them to be rather than change what some other dom has already done."

"Makes sense I suppose. Although it would probably be a hell of a lot easier to get someone experienced."

"It can be, but sometimes I like a challenge," I cringe at the words hating myself for having to talk about Ana as if she's not a real person.

"Yes, sometimes challenges can be very good."

"I thought you typically were on level three?"

"Usually I am….but I thought I would come check out how things were going here. What do you think of our second level?"

"I definitely like the variety of equipment," I shrug trying to look uninterested.

"But?"

"It's still not quite what I'm looking for," I shrug. "I'm hoping the next level is more up to my standards."

"Something tells me you're going to enjoy our third level the most."

"I heard from a guy I know that the third level is where I want to be."

"Oh?"

"He said that if that didn't meet my needs then nothing would," I dangle the carrot hoping she takes it.

"Hmmmm," she pauses and I just look around the room, being sure to check on Ana out of the corner of my eye. I catch Ana glaring at Elena, obviously not happy that she's talking to me. You have nothing to worry about baby. "I think we could find something for you."

"I guess we'll see," I toss off her comment but file it away to be sure to tell Ana that chances are Elena knows about the fourth level. "We have a few more scenes we need to do here before they'll allow us to test out."

"Tell me what you like most about a scene," her hand is on my arm and I have to force myself not to push it off.

"Control," my response is immediate. "I like total and absolute control."

We continue to chat for the entire time Ana is in punishment; she doesn't talk anymore about the third level or give any hints about a level beyond that. I have to force myself not to question her further, the last thing we need is for her to be suspicious of me. Eventually the thirty minutes is up and I excuse myself to get Ana from the cage. Offering her my hand I see the discomfort she has from bending over for so long the moment she comes out of the cage. We take another golf cart back to the hotel, but unlike last night it's not Taylor who drives us back. It's another security member who barely says a word during the trip.