AN: This is still Madison's friend. Thank you for all the kind comments & support! I appreciate it more than you will ever know. This week has been horrific. Yesterday was the worst Thanksgiving I've ever experienced. Dementia truly does steal all the joy from a family. If you know any caregivers please, be kind to them. I promise you they need all the kindness and positive vibes they can get. I will keep updating when I'm able to, as long as the trolls don't get too nasty. I would like you all to leave comments again. Some people had the idea that I post updates of 1 story in bulk until that story is complete. Then posting another story. If I do that. Which story would you like me to post first? Do you want me to post 1 story to it's completion, before posting another story? Keep in mind that as of now I can't post Unwritten. I'm waiting on Madison to fix the story, when she has a chance.

Chpt. 20 CPOV:

Push her limits

Fuck…that's all I can think about on the way back to our room. I am counting the days until we can get out of this hell hole. I cannot stand the lack of control they give doms in scenes and the conversation with Elena just reinforced that. Pushing a sub's limits is something that should be done with caution not because someone else wants it to happen. If done too quickly trust can be ruined. Fuck, it's taken me so long to gain Ana's trust back I don't know how the fuck we're going to pull off tonight. I won't push her; I won't do anything she doesn't agree to ahead of time. As much as she wants to find Kate and rescue the other girls, I won't hurt Ana to do it.

As we walk back to the room I can only imagine what is going through her head right now. She was close enough to me that I have no doubt that she heard every word that Elena had said. At one point I know I felt her shudder against me at Elena's words; hell I was fighting the same reaction. I hate the idea of what's going to come tonight and what we're going to have to decide in the next couple of hours. The moment we enter our room, Ana immediately scans the room for recording devices.

"We're clear," she sighs heavily as she puts the device back in her bag.

Hearing the sigh in her voice, I go to her needing to reassure her that everything is going to be okay somehow. That we're going to get through the scene tonight and whatever the hell else is required of us before we can get the hell out of here. With an arm wrapped around her waist, I turn her so she's facing me. I hate the look in her eyes; she's uncertain and while I can't blame her feeling that way I hate like hell that she's looking at me like that. It completely guts me.

"I won't hurt you," I press her against the closed closet door. "I won't push any limit that you don't agree to before we walk into that room. I can't…I won't hurt you. I won't throw away the trust that you've given me. Nothing happens in there that you don't agree to. I won't-"

"I know you won't Christian," she interrupts. "I trust you."

Her words…fuck she has no idea what they mean to me. Having no idea what to say, I do the only thing I can do – I kiss her. She moans against my lips, her arms wrapping around my neck pulling me closer to her. This is the Ana that I miss out there; I miss her touching me when she wants, her reaching out for me and her showing me what she wants. I miss this connection with Ana during the scenes.

"I….I need you," she whispers against my lips and I swear I nearly come right there from her words alone. Before I can respond her hands are at my jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down. I toe my shoes off before kicking of my pants. I slip my hand down her back and follow the strand of pearls until I reach the small plug tucked away between her beautiful cheeks. She gasps as I gently remove it from her. With my lips never leaving hers I bring her over to the bed; we both climb up and immediately she straddles me and urges me to lay down. I love that she's taking charge right now, that she knows what she wants and is going after it. I have no doubt that after everything she's experienced in the last few days, hell in the last two weeks, she needs to take control right now. And what surprises me the most is that I want her to take control.

She leans over me, her lips teasing mine while she slowly rubs herself against me. The strand of pearls that barely cover her sex rubs between us creating the most unusual, yet erotic feelings against my bare dick. Judging by the moans coming from Ana, it's doing the same thing to her clit as she rubs against me. Without saying a word or taking her lips off of mine, she reaches between us and guides me into her warm, welcoming body. We both groan as she slowly lowers herself onto me; my hands go to her hips, holding her firmly against me not yet ready for her to start moving. Once I feel like I can control the orgasm that is threatening to rip through me at any moment, I ease my grip on her hips.

She kisses me one last time, nipping at my lip playfully, before sitting completely up. I watch as she closes her eyes and leans back, letting me slip impossibly deeper into her. She slowly starts moving against me, first using my thighs as support but then moving her hands to my chest. I watch her tits as they bounce up and down, the tiny bells ringing just like I had hoped they would when we left the room earlier today. Ana's eyes are closed as she rides me, her pace slowly increasing as she begins chasing her own orgasm. I love that right now she's focused on her own needs and that she's not afraid to go after what she wants.

"Christian…." she moans.

Knowing she's close, I take her breasts in my hands loving how they fit perfectly in them, and tease her. The bells ring even more and I let my fingers gently tease the hardened buds tied around the band, knowing just how sensitive they must be having been clamped for so long. Her response is immediate; her juices coat me even more as she calls out my name just before her orgasm hits. She collapses on my chest, but continues to ride me. I grip her hips tightly, holding her just above me and start thrusting into her.

"You're mine," I groan bringing her down onto me just as I thrust into her.

"You're mine," she places her hand right above my heart and I swear it stops beating at her gesture.

At her words, there's no holding back the orgasm; I pour myself into her beautiful body chanting her name over and over again. I have no idea if she realizes the power of her words, but right now the only thing I can think about is how much I love her. I've always loved her, but these last two weeks I've fallen back in love with her. Or maybe I fell in love with her all over again, with the person she is now as opposed to the person she was ten years ago. I love the woman she is now, the woman she was back then and the woman she's going to be.

"I love you Ana," the words slip out without another thought. I feel her tense against me and I immediately regret saying them. Not that I regret telling her how I feel, but I regret telling her here with everything going on. I worry that she wasn't ready to hear the words and that it'll affect the rest of the time we're here. I worry that she doesn't feel the same way; that she doesn't love me the way I love her. That she fell out of love with me all those years ago and what she feels right now is just lust. I worry-

"I…I love you too," she whispers so quietly, almost as if she's afraid or uncertain.

"Look at me," she shyly lifts her head until our eyes meet. "I love you Ana. I've always loved you; I've never loved anyone else the way I love you and I never will."

"Christian," I know my admission surprises her but fuck it I'm not holding back any longer. We've lost too much time as it is between us. She's mine, now and forever if she'll have me. "I've always loved you; I tried to fight it, tried to get over you, tried to hate you but I never could give my heart to someone else. It's always been yours."

My lips are on hers before the last word is said; I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight against me. She leaves her hand right over my heart, whether intentional or not the gesture means more than she'll ever know. I can't say how long we lay like that, but if it were up to me we wouldn't leave this room until it was time to go home. I'd stay right here with Ana, where nothing could risk what we have. But eventually our little bubble pops and we both know that we need to come back to reality. Ana is the one who makes the first move, slowly lifting herself off me until my softened dick falls from her body along with the evidence of our orgasms.

She cleans up in the bathroom before slipping her robe on; I don't tell her that robe is pretty pointless since it's completely see through. I'm sure in some way it helps her feel less exposed than the nearly nonexistent outfits do. I use the bathroom and wash up, before returning to the room where we order in room service neither of us ready to leave the room just yet. We need to talk about what will happen tonight, but I'm not quite sure how to bring it up. I hate the idea of asking her which of her limits she's willing to let me push in a room full of complete strangers were I can barely communicate with her. It would be different if were back at Time Out and she wanted to try something that was on her soft limits list. We would communicate throughout the scene, until we both felt she was ready and then we would move forward. This entire slave arrangement they've forced on us takes that option away from us. It means we can only communicate non verbally; I have no idea if she realized that's what I was trying to do earlier in our scene, but I needed to reassure her without using words.

"So….Elena said you need to push a limit tonight," she surprises me by bringing up the subject before I can figure out how to.

"She did," I sigh. "She thinks it's the best way to get the invite to the auction that is apparently taking place tomorrow night."

"Do you have any thoughts as to what limit would be the best to….?"

"It's not what I think Ana," I squeeze her hand. "This is about you. I'm not going to push you into trying something that you have no desire to do or is something that you're afraid of. In a perfect world, we would be able to talk during the scene and check in with each other, but that's not an option during this scene. I hate that they're forcing us to do something you're not ready for."

"Maybe we need to look at the list again," she suggests. "It feels like forever ago when we sat in your house and went through the list. Things have changed…"

I take in her unsaid words, not entirely sure what she means by them. Things have certainly changed between us since that day, but also our scenes have changed. They've become far more intense since the first day at my house. Then again, so have things between us.

"They gave us a copy of the limits we submitted with our check in paperwork," I grab it from the drawer of the nightstand.

We spend the next hour going through item and then back through the list a second time. We're both in agreement that no matter what, our scene will only involve the two of us. Ana was just as adamant as I was that there would be no third person brought into a scene with us. Just the thought of someone touching her, whether another man or a woman, had my stomach turning. I'd kill the bastard who laid a hand on her.

"Tell me about suspension…" she surprises me by saying.

"There's several ways that it can be accomplished," I begin. "The most common would be to suspend the sub from a grid on the ceiling. Ropes are tied over various parts of your body to ensure that all of your weight isn't being held up by only one part of your body. It's time consuming to set up but discomfort if done correctly should be minor. It leaves the sub…open for the dom to use however he wishes."

"Have you ever done it?"

"I've assisted with the set up of it for a couple, but I've never engaged in it in a scene involving suspension."

"Why not?"

"It takes a lot of time and trust," I explain. "The sub must trust the dom completely; if the ropes aren't tied just right…well she could be hurt."

"You said there are other ways….?"

"There are different pieces of furniture that are designed to suspend the sub above the ground in different positions. Your wrists and ankles could be cuffed to bar suspended from the ceiling or a piece of furniture. There are swings that are designed to restrain and suspend you above the ground while sort of cradling your body. There are a few different options with furniture."

"Those don't sound…awful."

"What was your initial fear with being suspended that made you list it as a limit?"

"Being restrained off the ground….I guess I was afraid I could fall," she admits.

"It's a risk with any type of suspension."

"I think….I think I'd be okay trying it," she's hesitant.

"I don't like the idea of using ropes for suspending you for the first time," I explain. "It would be different if I could talk to you during it. I would want to check in with you to make sure you felt supported and that the ropes weren't cutting into your skin anywhere. I don't want to do that type of suspension with you if we can't talk freely. The furniture pieces though, we could consider. But it'll boil down to what's in the space when we're there. I did see a few pieces on some of the play stages but I don't know if we'll get one of them tonight."

"So we need a couple options for limits," she takes a deep breath.

"I think so," I run my hands through my hair in frustration. "It's one of the many things I hate about being here. If we were at Time Out, we would have a private room with access to whatever we wanted so we wouldn't have to come up with several options based upon what's available when we get there tonight."

"I hadn't realized how different this place would from Time Out," she admits. "Even the public area of Time Out felt different."

"I wasn't prepared for it either," I agree. "Sawyer and Mark wanted the feeling of intimacy in the main area of Time Out which is why there are only a couple of areas to scene in. The idea was most scenes would take place in the private rooms, a few of which have options for others to observe if everyone was in agreement to that arrangement."

"You definitely lose that…here."

"On your list of soft limits, we're down to bruising and the use of chains," I read through the list. "Bruising isn't something that we can consider since it would take hours to appear or longer. Besides I hate the thought of causing any bruising on your body."

"I bruise fairly easily anyway," she shrugs. "So even if you didn't intend to bruises could appear. But, I agree it's not something that will help us right now."

"What was it about the chains that bothered you?"

"I don't know," she looks away almost embarrassed.

"Ana," I take her hand and pull her onto my lap needing to feel closer to her. "The reasons for your limits are your own; I won't argue or dispute any reason you have for making something a hard limit or a soft limit. I just wanted to know to see if it's something we can work through or if it should remain off the table."

"It's demeaning," she admits. "The idea of being chained to something, like an animal…UGH, I can't."

"You wouldn't have to necessarily be chained to something."

"How else would chains be used?"

"You could be restrained with them, but not to something. I wish I had my phone or a computer to show you what I mean. But chains could be wrapped around different parts of your body, restricting your movements but leaving you unattached at the same time. Your hands or ankles could be bound by the chains."

"That doesn't sound too horrible," she says a few minutes later. "I don't suppose you have any…here with you that we could try?"

"Unfortunately no, chains are too heavy to carry back and forth so they weren't included in the bag."

"Okay…we could try…chains."

"Like with suspension, it'll depend on what's available to us, but I promise you I won't chain you to something if we end up using them in a scene. I think under different circumstances, you might find it erotic. The cool metal against your warm body when you're aroused, putting pressure on your skin, restricting your movements, could be an incredible turn on for you. Plus depending on the placement of the chains, it could rub you in just the right spot to constantly tease you."

"Christian!" she gasps and I feel her face heat up at the obvious image of what I'm describing.

"Just pointing out that sometimes things sound worse than they are," I chuckle. "But like with ropes, I'm not fond of the idea of the limited communication between us during a scene. Chains could unknowingly become twisted and accidently pinch your skin. If we were able to talk throughout the scene, it would be avoided because you would let me know if it felt like they were too tight."

"Do you think we shouldn't have it as a possibility then?"

"I don't know," I shrug. "Maybe once we have a list of options we number them based on both of our comfort levels? Then once we get there, I can sort of go down the list and use the first one that we have access to what we need?"

"I like that idea."

"So that brings us to the hard limits; my hard limits are firm. There's just certain things I can't do. The use of urine, feces, blood, knives, piercings, breath play or causing permanent markings are off the table no matter what. And we've already discussed there will be no one else in our scene."

"No," she shudders against me at the thought.

"So that leaves the full head cover-"

"NO," she interrupts quickly. "I just can't. I tried…just putting a winter hat over my face after seeing those at Time Out and I couldn't last more than a second. It freaked me out; I wasn't able to breathe and-"

"Okay, we won't try one," I assure her. "Going to be pushing any of your limits is going to be hard enough…"

"We'll get through it," it's her turn to assure me. "Then this will all be behind us."

Will it? Will she be able to forget the things that I did to her while we were here? Will she be able to forget that I had to lead her around on a leash? Or that I had to make her do things she never wanted to do? Or that-

"Christian?" she turns and looks at me.

"I'm fine," I lie. "You're right. We just need to get through this."

"I trust you," she kisses me softly. "I know that whatever limit we have to push to get through the scene tonight, you'll find a way to make sure I'm okay during it."

"I will Ana, I swear to you I will," I wrap my arms around her waist anchoring her to me. "I won't hurt you; I won't push any of the limits that you tell me are firm. I won't-"

She kisses me again, cutting me off. I groan when I feel her tongue against my lips and I immediately open to her. Whether she knew it or not, this is exactly what I needed right now. I needed to hear her words just as much as I needed to feel her in my arms. She pulls back from me just as breathless as I am; she takes the list from my hand and goes through it herself.

"I thought it would be easier if I just told the items that I might be okay with."

"What did you decide?"

"Honestly, none of the others are things I want to try," she tells me what I already knew. Knowing what was left on the list, I knew she wouldn't want to try any of them. "But, I'm worried because the ones we've said so far are dependent on there being some sort of suspension furniture or scenes available to you. What if neither are there?"

"That's my concern as well."

"I know…when we were talking about this list before you said…the double penetration," she cringes just saying the word. "could happen without another person."

"Yes, it could if toys were used."

"Toys?"

"There are a few options," I take a minute to figure out how to word it without scaring her. "If this was something you were considering, we could use a different type of a butt plug while I was…inside of you."

"A different type?"

"Something not as long, but a little wider. Since it's not as long as the ones we use during the scenes, it leaves plenty of…room in your pussy. The section that is wider will push me closer to your g spot which should make you come hard."

"Will it hurt?"

"At first it'll probably be uncomfortable," I tell her honestly. "If we were to do that, my hope would be that you would have already come before we had gotten to that point so that you were already relaxed. Having something inside your ass makes your pussy tighter, because there's less room. But that means that you'll feel everything which should intensify it for you."

"Oh."

"Is that something you want to add to the list?"

"Honestly no," she admits. "It makes me nervous, but of all the things left on the list it's the only one I can see considering. Just the thought of some of the other things on the list make me want to vomit. Some of the other items, I don't know…maybe if it was just you and me back at your house…maybe it would be different if that makes sense."

"It does Ana."

"I can't tell you how much I hate that we need to do this Ana," I tell her. "I hate that it's your limits that we have to push, that you're the one putting yourself on the line, that-"

"It's not just me Christian," she interrupts. "You didn't have to come here; you didn't have to put your life on hold for the last two weeks to train me and then volunteer to come on this mission with me-"

"I had to," I growl. "There was no way I was going to let someone else take you here."

"I'm just saying that I'm not the only one taking risks and putting myself out there," she argues. "You're doing the same thing by being here. You don't know what's going on back at home with your company."

"It'll be worth it for me Ana. I just hope that when this is all over, you don't look at me differently."

"Is that what you're worried about?"

"Fuck Ana," I try to get up to move around but she stays firm on my lap. "Of course that's what I'm worried about!"

"Why?"

"Ana!" doesn't she get it?! "Since we've been here, I've had to lead you around on a leash, I've pushed your limits and had you do things you didn't want to do, I'm about to push your limits more. I've practically paraded you around in front of strangers with next to no clothing on. Of course I'm fucking worried."

"Christian," she sighs. "You didn't force me to do any of those things. Yes we did those things together, but we did it because the sick fuckers who run this place made us. Because we're here, trying to save Kate and the countless other girls that are being sold as slaves against their wills. I don't blame you for anything we do here; that's on them for not giving us other options. I told you before, Christian, I love you. That isn't going to change when we leave this crazy place. I hope…and hope that you want it to, that once we're out of here in a couple of days that we can…keep seeing each other."

"Of course that's what I want," I quickly assure her.

"Then let's get through this and get the hell out of here," she says firmly.

I don't say anything but instead just hold her against me. As reassuring as she tried to be, I still worry that when we leave here and she has an opportunity to think about everything that we've done, that what happened here might be difficult for her to move past. I hope that's not the case, because after finding her again after all these years, I can't imagine losing her…again. It nearly killed me ten years ago, I don't know that I could handle that again.

"Nothing will change how I feel about you," she whispers as if she knows what I'm thinking.

"I love you Ana."

"I love you too Christian."

"I wish I could take you over to that bed and show you just how much I love you but if we do that, there's no way I'll be able to go again for the next test," I joke trying to lighten the mood.

"We should probably get ready for that huh?"

"Probably."

Neither of us move for the longest time, but eventually Ana slides off my lap. Without a word she offers me her hand and leads me into the bathroom where we both spend far too much time in there simply escaping from the reality we've found ourselves in. It's only when the hot water starts to fade do we finally leave the shower and head back into the room. I find an outfit for Ana to wear, cringing at the options that are left after tonight. I have no idea what we will face if we pass the test tonight or just how much worse it's going to get before the auction tomorrow night. If we get an invite to it will we be able to relax a little since we're not being tested still? What is beyond this level? Is there a level four and if so what does it look like? Or is level four just the auction?

"Ready?"

As always, when Ana steps out of the bathroom in the outfit for the scene I find myself speechless. Tonight Ana's outfit consists of a few well-placed leather straps – and nothing more. Leather bands surround her beautiful breasts, encircling them before they cross up and go around her neck in a halter type style. The bottom has a leather band that goes around her waist and then two other pants that essentially encircle her thighs and ass cheeks leaving her sex completely open.

"Fuck Ana," I hiss.

"Tell me what's left in the bag covers more than this one does," she glances down at her outfit.

"I'm afraid not."

"At least it's only two more days after tonight," she sighs. "Then I'll never have to wear these outfits again."

"Well…I wouldn't say never," I smirk knowing that if it were up to me I'd be seeing her in these outfits again several times – only someplace where it would be for my eyes only.

"Oh," she blushes. "Well the…two more days and I won't have to wear these outfits out in public."

"I'd love to see you wearing this in my bedroom," I admit even though part of me doubts it will happen.

"Would you tie me to your bed?" my head snaps up at her question, her eyes telling me it's something she wants.

"I would, and then I would take my time touching every inch of your beautiful body until you're begging me to make love to you."

"I can't wait," she whispers.

"Me either," fuck if I'm not rock hard just imagining her on my bed wearing exactly what she has on right now.

"Two more days."

"Two more days."

"We should get ready," she breaks the fantasy we allowed ourselves to slip into and pulls us back to reality.

"You sure you're ready for this?" I ask.

"No," she admits. "I'm not ready for any of it. But I trust you Christian, I know you won't do anything but we what we agreed to. I know you know what I prefer and what I want out of all the options we talked about."

"Nothing other than those three acts we talked about," I assure her.

"I know."

I attach the collar to Ana's neck before attaching the clamps to her hardened nipples, she lets out a faint moan at the slight bite of them. I lead her over to the bed and bend her over it so I can insert the plug that's required for this level.

"I can picture you like this bent over my bed," I whisper as my fingers tease her damp sex.

"Me too," she says breathlessly.

She groans as I slip the plug into her tight entrance; I pull her up so my chest is against her back and hold her firmly there loving the way her body feels against mine. It's taking everything in me not to bend her back down and slide deep into her. The only thing stopping me is the importance of tonight and what we need to do.

"We should go," I whisper.

"We should."

Several minutes pass before I reluctantly step away from her; I attach the leash before we head out and walk to the third play area. The building is further than the others, making me wonder what else lies beyond this building that we haven't seen yet. We could request a ride to the building, but both Ana and I prefer to walk there. Even though we can't talk on the way to the building since we're supposed to be 24/7 TPE, just having her next to me is enough to calm my nerves before we enter the building. I can only hope that being next to me is the same for her.

We're greeted at the door before being led into the long hallway where we wait for another couple to finish in the dressing room. A soft whimper comes from the area just before the curtain opens and a couple steps out. I don't miss the tears in the sub's eyes as she glances around likely hoping that no one heard her. I lead Ana into the small area, closing the curtain behind us. I gently place the o ring gag in her mouth after which she immediately drops to the floor and into position. I take a deep breath, mentally trying to prepare myself for what's about to come.

We enter the play area, immediately noticing that it's more crowded than it normally is. I don't know if it's because we're heading into a weekend and more people have checked into the resort or if the extra guests have something to do with the auction happening tomorrow night. Glancing around I notice that all the scene areas are currently being used, so I lead Ana through the audience hoping to get a better look at the different parts of the room we may not have seen as well before. There are several hooded women positioned around the room, it's still no easier to determine if they're here voluntarily or not. In the middle of the room is a large table filled with different fruits and vegetables. I have to hide my gasp when we get closer and I realize one of the hooded women is lying on the table surrounded by the food. I can't help but cringe as someone sticks a strawberry into the woman's sex; it's one thing if the woman wants this but knowing what goes on here and the number of missing girls I can only assume that this is not something she wants.

"Mr. Thompson, there you are," I take a deep breath before turning around to find Elena and another gentleman approaching us. "I see you've found our buffet, beautiful isn't it?"

"Yes it is," I lie.

"Mr. Thompson, I'd like you to meet Mr. Jack Hyde the owner of our little resort," she introduces me to a man about my age that I instantly recognize from the file Ana and I reviewed.

"It's nice to meet you," I reluctantly extend my hand in offering.

"Mr. Thompson, I've heard great things about you and your skills," he takes my hand but his eyes are on Ana who is sitting at my feet. "Beautiful slave you have here."

"Thank you, your resort has really helped her embrace the lifestyle," I lie. "I don't think she would have made the progress she did here if she hadn't been forced to live the lifestyle 24/7."

"Yes, Elena was telling me you prefer slaves who are new to the lifestyle."

"I prefer to start them off how I want them," I shrug. "I find it easier than trying to undo the work that another dom has already done. Besides, what can I say I like a challenge."

"Who doesn't?" he chuckles. "I'm looking forward to watching your scene tonight."

"Just hoping we can find an available space," I glance around.

"There's one over here we've kept free," Elena gestures to the far corner of the room where an area sits empty. I swear when I looked over there before there was a couple standing in the middle of it; perhaps they were told it wasn't available. "I knew you mentioned you were coming here tonight, so I kept space open for you."

"Thank you," I gently tug on the leash indicating to Ana that we would be moving.

I watch as Hyde glances back at Ana every opportunity he gets as Elena leads us to the play area. It takes everything in me not to punch the bastard in the face and prevent him from even glancing at Ana again. Unfortunately I have to pretend as if it doesn't bother me even though it's killing me inside. I'm sure Ana can feel his eyes on her and I cringe at the idea of him watching our next scene especially with what we're going to have to do.

Reaching the scene area I'm immediately disappointed; there's essentially nothing here. It's an open area, with a small table that is just wide enough for me to put the duffel bag on. Unlike some of the other areas there's no drawers that could hold extra items to be used in a scene. A quick glance up shows a grid hanging from the ceiling; technically I could use that for suspension but as I told Ana earlier I won't use rope suspension in a scene where we can't talk freely to one another. Plus, I don't trust this place. I don't know how secure the grid is to the ceiling to know for certain that it would hold her weight. Which means suspension it out and without a cabinet containing other tools, chains are out as well. Something tells me that this scene area being kept available and so limited was done purposefully. I have a feeling that Elena and Hyde looked at our limit list and took away our ability to use two of the least risk options.

Unfortunately that leaves the one limit that Ana was reluctant to even try; knowing this I turn my entire focus to the scene. Elena and Hyde are situated on a small loveseat immediately in front of the scene area we're using; although they're quietly talking I have no doubt that once the scene begins that all eyes will be on us.

"Stand," I instruct and Ana immediately complies.

I lower the grid from the ceiling before attaching two wrist restraints to Ana; I clip them to the grid before raising it back up leaving Ana standing on her toes. I turn her around so the front of her beautiful body faces away from Elena and Hyde. Although they obviously still have a perfect view of her, at least this way I hope she'll be able to focus on the scene and not on them. I take a silk blindfold out of the bag and secure it over Ana's eyes, next comes an MP3 player and headphones. I clip the small device to one of the leather straps on her top.

"What are your safewords?"

"Yellow and red sir."

"Since you won't be able to hear me, I will physically tell you when you can come. Until you feel me tap your sweet ass with my hand twice, quickly, you are not to come. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir."

Her eyes remain glued to the floor as I place the headphone buds in her ear and turn the music on. I'm hoping that between the blindfold and the music that it will keep her focused on the scene itself and not what's going on around her. I drop to my knees in front of her, she gasps when I pull her hips closer to me. Placing one leg over my shoulder, I bring her pussy closer and take one long lick through her folds. She gasps at the unexpected feeling, yet her hips instinctively move closer to me. I take my time, slowly teasing her until I can feel the tension leaving her body. I can tell the moment she loses herself in the scene, the moment she forgets everything else that's going on around her. She moans loudly when I tease her clit, alternating between sucking and nibbling on it. As her need increases she's practically grinding her sex against my face, distracting me to the point where even I'm close to forgetting where we are.

"May I come, sir? Please…."

Unfortunately her words are an instant reminder of where we are and why. I ignore her question knowing she can't hear me if I were to answer; she knows the sign I'll give her when I'm ready for her to come. With my mouth on her pussy, I reach behind her and slowly remove the small plug from her rear entrance. I return my focus to her pussy and lap up the juices now flowing from her. She tastes like pure heaven and I can't get enough. I grip her thighs and open her further to me, needing to taste even more of her. She's moaning loudly, begging over and over to come.

"Sir!" she gasps when I suddenly stop and place her leg back down on the floor leaving her wanting and needing a release. Instead I go to the bag on the table and take out the other plug before coating it with lube. I return to Ana who immediately sighs when I place her leg back over my shoulder.

"Please, sir," she begs her voice as well as her body telling me she's right where I want her to be.

I take her clit in my mouth, sucking on it hard, just as I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet pussy and curl them forward. She screams in pleasure and a little frustration which quickly changes when I deliver two quick taps to her ass. She comes almost instantaneously as I knew she would. As she's riding out the waves of her orgasm I gently ease the new plug into her ass. She tenses against me, but when I bring my mouth back to her clit, her focus is changed. She manages to relax her muscles just enough for me to slip the plug in completely.

I gently place her leg back on the floor and lower the grid so she's standing on her feet rather than her toes. Her face is red and she's panting from the intense release and all I can think about is how proud I am of her. She managed to lose herself completely in the scene despite knowing that both Elena and Hyde are sitting only feet from us watching our every move. It's moments like this that I hate the fucking act they're making us put on. If we were home or fuck even at Time Out, I would tell her just how proud I was of her. Unfortunately we're not in either of those places.

I lower the grid further, giving her enough slack so she can bend over easily when I press firmly on her back giving her direction. Her body tenses slightly, obviously knowing what's coming; I slide my hand around her front, easily finding her still sensitive clit. She moans when I tease it, trying to fight the arousal that rising in her. With my hand never leaving her sex, I use the other one to unzip my pants and free my rock hard erection. I step closer to her, until my dick rubs against her folds as I slowly rock against her. It takes a several long seconds before she relaxes and starts to move against me, giving in to the sensations going through her body right now. It takes even longer until she's moaning and panting, all but begging for another release.

She groans as I start to feed my dick into her even tighter opening; she tries to pull away but I wrap an arm around her waist putting a quick end to her ability to do that. With my other hand on my dick, I continue to press into her slowly until her muscles finally stretch enough to let me slide in complete.

"OH GOD!" she screams the moment I fill her completely.

I tap on her ass, that is firmly pressed against me, twice letting her know to come when she can. I slowly pull out before sliding back into her and she comes hard, squeezing me as my own orgasm threatens to erupt. She screams my name, so loud I have no doubt that the entire room just heard her but all I think about is how much I love her. This was the last thing on her list that she was willing to try tonight, yet despite that she was able to focus on the scene and stay with me enough to come twice.

Out of the corner of my eyes I see Elena and Hyde both move their seats so they're now sitting off the side of the area giving them a clear view of Ana's beautiful body. Leaving my dick buried deep inside of her, I reach between us and slowly play with the plug that is making her so much tighter. I need both Hyde and Elena to understand that we've pushed a limit that Ana had declared a hard limit before we arrived at the resort.

Ana moans, tightening around me as I gently pull the plug almost completely from her tight opening before slowly pushing it back in. I can feel the moment it enters her body again as it pushes against me, so that my dick rubs right against her g spot. I do this several times, keeping the action slow as to not hurt Ana before leaving the plug securely back inside of her. I lower my hand to her clit, teasing her as I start to move against her. I feel her body readying for another release just as my balls ache to the point of no return from withholding my own release for so long. I signal for her to come, just as I thrust one final time hard into her, erupting just as she screams my name. All I want to do is rest my head against Ana's back, take her head phones out and tell her how amazing she is right now.

Instead, I slowly pull myself from her still throbbing sex causing her to moan at the sudden empty feeling. I raise the grid until I can uncuff her wrists before returning it to it's resting spot. Our eyes meet for a brief moment when I slip the blindfold off but then her eyes immediately drop to the floor realizing where we are. I place everything back into the duffel back before leading Ana who is back on her hands and knees out of the area.

"Mr. Thompson, a word?" Hyde meets me as soon as we're finished.

"Of course," Ana and I follow him to a private office just off the main play area. The door is closed behind us and Elena stands with her back against it. Hyde gestures for me to sit in one of the chairs in front a large desk; Ana immediately sits at my feet.

"Your slave calls you by your first name when she comes," he says.

"Yes."

"Is there a reason you allow that over her calling you sir or master?"

"Tell me you don't get off on a girl screaming your name in the middle of an orgasm?" I argue, he shrugs. "I like her to know exactly who is responsible for her release, who gave her permission to come, who gave her that pleasure. I forbid her to call me by name at any other time; the only time she's permitted to use my given name is during an orgasm."

"I see," he nods. "I can definitely understand your rationale."

"Good," it's none of your fucking business anyway.

"I understand from Elena that you've been considering taking a second slave, is that still accurate?"

"Yes, now that this one is embracing the lifestyle so well, I'd like to begin training another."

"And you're set on having two slaves at the same time."

"Yes."

"We would like to extend to you an invitation for a unique opportunity tomorrow night."

"Oh?"

"Every couple of weeks we hold a slave auction here for a select few of our guests," he explains and I have to force myself not to cringe knowing none of these girls are going to be there willingly. "We fly girls in from other resorts all over the country and only our hand picked guests have access to them. If you find one you like, you'll be able to bid on her and take her home with you when you leave in two days."

"These girls…are they all broken in already? Like I said, I prefer someone either brand new to the lifestyle or at least someone who hasn't had very much experience. I prefer-"

"Some will have already been broken in, by either our staff here or by their previous owners. But there's a couple in this auction who are new to the lifestyle and have been more….difficult to break."

"I certainly like a challenge," fuck me.

"I think you'll find one or two will meet your needs."

"Perfect."

"We'll send a cart to pick you up tomorrow evening to bring you to the auction location."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

"Mr. Thompson, I have a cart waiting to return you and your slave to your room if you're ready," Elena offers.

"Thank you, I think we will return to our room."

Ana and I follow Elena out of the office and through the main room, back to the entrance where a golf cart is waiting for us.

"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow Mr. Thompson."

"Likewise," I lie.

I lead Ana onto the golf cart, hearing her hiss as she sits down on the seat as the plug is still inside of her. After the scene I was focused on getting her out of there and back to our room that I forgot to take that one out and put the other one back in. My focus was getting Ana back to the room and letting her know how wonderful she did in the scene. I lift her onto my lap, positioning her in such a way that there is less pressure on the plug before the cart takes off. A few minutes later we pull into a parking area but we're not in front of our hotel room.

"We need to talk," the driver says before turning around.