I WAKE UP ON A bare mattress.
The sheets and comforter are still on the floor and I am back on my leash. My legs hurt, and so does my core. I think this kind of pain is something I’ll need to get used to. I handed myself over last night. My obedience, my submission, and my body. I am officially Kayne’s. Officially owned.
I huddle into a ball and shiver, but not because I’m cold. Because I’m numb. The image of evil black eyes haunt me. What if Kayne hadn’t come in when he did? What if ... I push the crippling, abominable thought away. There’s no point in what-ifs. That’s what my mother always says. I miss my family terribly. Just the thought of them fragments my pain and loneliness further. I can’t imagine what they’re going through—not knowing where I am, if I’m dead or alive.
What would they think if they found out I was owned?
I fight back the tears, put my loved ones in a box, and shove it into the darkest depths of my mind. I need to be strong, and missing my family makes me weak. Makes me vulnerable. I have to survive.
I try not to think. I try not to feel. I’m alone, and my existence is abhorrent.
I concentrate solely on something small. The need to pee. I hope Jett comes soon.
I look around my prison cell and idle thoughts take over. Is this where I’ll live forever? Will I ever be able to go outside again? Will I always be a dog chained to the bed? A sexual object, to use as he pleases. Before I’m sucked into a rabbit hole of despair, the door opens. I jump to my knees, never knowing if it’s Kayne or not. And now that I officially belong to him, I have to act accordingly. A little piece of my hope dies.
“Heel, it’s just me.” I relax my body and lift my head. Tears streaming down my face.
“Don’t cry.” Jett embraces me. “It’s going to be okay. How do you feel?” he asks as he unlocks the chain from my new collar. There’s no fun, lighthearted banter today.
“Numb, abused. Confused.”
“I could kill that shithead for laying a finger on you.”
“Kayne or the other guy?” I sniff.
Jett’s lip twitches. “Nice to know you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”
“Someone told me I need to be strong.” I look up at him drained of life.
He hugs me. “You’re rising to the occasion.”
“I feel like I’m falling apart.”
“You’re not alone. You can talk to me about whatever you want. You can cry, you can let it all out.”
I take him up on his offer. I melt into Jett and sob, crying every single sickening emotion out. Every one I tried and failed miserably to suppress. Jett just holds me for as long as I need and after what feels like a lifetime’s worth of tears, I pull myself together.
“That’s a girl.” Jett pats me. “Let’s get you cleaned up. A hot shower and something sinful for lunch will make you feel better.”
“How sinful?” I look up at him with puffy eyes.
He leers. “Something a priest can’t even forgive you for.”
I smile weakly.
Jett removes my collar. “Sparkly new jewelry,” he comments offhandedly.
“It’s definitely more comfortable than the other one.” I rub my neck.
“Prettier too.”
I pee, take a long shower, and eat the most decadent lunch I’ve ever had in my life; a giant portion of crème Brulee French toast with a side of vanilla ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup. After that, I just stare at myself in the mirror for most of the day. Who is this girl I’ve become? I still have the same eyes and nose and hair. Except now I’m someone’s sex slll ... pleasure kitten. I can’t even bring myself to use the other term.
“Time to go back on your leash.” Jett pops his head into the bathroom, vaporizing my scattered thoughts. “You’ve been in here all day.”
I frown.
“I laid your clothes out. Kayne will be here soon. Wear your hair up, it’s a mess.” He winks.
With a heavy heart, I pull my long, light brown hair up into a loose bun. It’s sort of sexy with tendrils falling down around my face. I wonder briefly if Kayne will like it. Why do you care!?
My ‘clothes’ consist of a pair of black, lace-trimmed boy shorts, knee-high stiletto boots, and my collar. That’s it. I don’t think I’ll ever wear real clothes again. I slip on the underwear and boots, right after Jett secures my new neck jewelry. Then back on my chain I go. “You look sexy enough to eat,” Jett comments once I’m perched back on my bed.
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome. We need to work on makeup with you though.”
I raise my eyebrows. I never was one for makeup. A little mascara and some blush. I’m even less inclined since I’ve been here.
“Tomorrow.” Jett taps me on the nose. “I’ll be back with dinner later.”
He closes the door to my prison, leaving me alone to just wait. Minutes tick by. I fiddle with my hands, the chain, and the collar.
I can only so go far. To the edge of the bed is all my leash allows. I shift this way and that, nervously, curious about how tonight will play out. Kayne has full range of me now. What will he do?
I stare mindlessly at my new bedding. I like it, despite the circumstances. It’s all shimmery creams and sparkly whites with matching decorative throw pillows. It looks like I’m sitting on a cloud of diamonds. It makes me think of Mark and how he used to call me his magic glitter in high heels. I push the thought away and place him in the box with the rest of my loved ones. I miss him too much. I miss them all too much.
The lock clicks and I bound onto my knees like I’m supposed to. Like a good girl. An obedient girl. An owned girl.
I see Kayne’s shoes in front of me as I keep my head down and my hands on my thighs. My heart hammering in my chest. He stands there for what seems like an eternity. My back starts to cramp.
“Hello, kitten, how was your day?” he finally asks.
“Fine, Kayne,” I answer like I’m supposed to.
“Look at me.” I sweep my head up and look directly into his crystal blue eyes.
“How was your day? Answer honestly.”
I frown. “I was lonely. And I feel conflicted.” I tear my gaze away from him.
“Honesty, Ellie. I always want honesty. It will get easier. I promise.” He runs one finger softly under my chin. “You’re beautiful.”
I blush, still not looking at him. Does he mean that or does he say it just to play with my mind?
Kayne pulls at my collar bringing me up onto my knees and cups one of my breasts, massaging it gently.
My heart beats wildly. I flashback to last night. My legs still ache from being spread so wide. My lips tender from being kissed so hard. “On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you?” He hooks one finger into my panties and peeks down inside.
“Six,” I answer, holding perfectly still.
“I’d prefer four, but six is fuckable.”
My pulse races. I remind myself that I handed my body over to him. Freely and willingly. It’s his to do with as he pleases. Whatever that may be. Before Kayne has a chance to pounce on me, Jett appears with dinner. He walks through the room with a large platter covered by a silver dome. He places it on the table by the window then leaves without a word. The door clicks behind him and my heart is suddenly in my throat. I stare at Kayne, and he stares back at me. His eyes are roaring with some unnamed desire. My stomach flips.
“Are you hungry?”
Honestly, no. So much for giving him what he wants.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer.
“Good girl.” He snaps my underwear.
Kayne unhooks me from the headboard and leads me by my leash to the table. He sits with the chair facing out, his legs spread wide. “Kneel.”
I drop in front of him. Then he begins to feed me from his hand. “Open.”
I open my mouth and he slips a piece of steak inside. I chew. It’s cooked perfectly and tastes delicious. Then he scoops some mashed potatoes onto one finger. I open my mouth again and suck them off. He feeds me like this until almost everything on the plate is gone.
“Enough.” His voice is gruff and thick with lust. The bulge in his pants straining against his zipper.
“Lie down.” I lie at his feet. Just how I’m supposed to. Minutes tick by, as he gazes at me on the floor, feasting on every naked inch of my body with his mesmerizing eyes.
“Stand,” he commands. So I do. He loves to boss me around. Kayne continues to drink me in as I stand before him. My bare breasts on display. The stiletto boots giving me four extra inches of height.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he admires darkly. Something inside me twinges. “Pull your underwear down your thighs.”
With shaky hands and erratic breaths, I obey. Once my panties are where he wants them, Kayne runs his large hands over my body, feeling my curves, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass. He moans with satisfaction. Then traces his fingers over my hipbones, down to the middle of my thighs. When he inserts his thumb into me, I wince and moan all at the same time. He’s menacingly quiet as he fingers me, concentrating solely on my face. His stare is burdensome, but I endure it as I let the effect of his ministrations play out on my face. After a few heat-induced minutes, he withdraws his thumb and replaces it with his middle finger. It’s only a few seconds before he smears my wetness away from my pussy, and up toward my ass. I gasp. “Shhh.” He grabs onto one of my legs with his free hand steadying me. “Remember when I told you I was an ass man?”
“Yes.” I tremble.
He slowly sinks his thumb back inside me as his middle finger works its way into my button hole. I tense, remembering how the butt plug felt. Full and intrusive. Kayne’s finger is twice as long.
“Relax, Ellie.” Kayne tries to pacify me as his finger sinks steadily into my tight little entrance.
The intrusion bites, but every now and again the pain subsides and I’m shocked with a small amount of pleasure. It takes a few slow minutes, but his entire finger finally makes its way deep inside me.
I feel so full as Kayne proceeds to simultaneously fuck my pussy and my ass with his thumb and middle finger. His thrusts are relentless. I start to shake as an orgasm builds so hot inside of me, I fear I might turn to ash.
“Do you like the way I touch you, Ellie?” I want to say no just to be spiteful. But I reply the way I should.
“Yes, Kayne.”
“You know I’m going to fuck you here.” He pushes hard into my behind. It hurts; heavenly pleasure mixed with hellish pain.
“Yes, Kayne.” I’m panting now, my climax is so close.
“Don’t you dare come.” He works his hand faster, harder. I’m going to crumble.
“Kayne, please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“Please.” I can barely say the words.
“You want to come baby?
“Yes, please.” I breathe heavily.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you until you come.”
I swallow hard. I’ve never talked like that before.
“Say it, Ellie.”
“I want you to fuck me until I come.” My voice is a whisper.
“You’ll have to do better than that, kitten.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and frustrated. “You need to learn to control your urges. And you’re going to have to start talking dirty, baby. I like it.” He leans over and sucks my clit. I nearly die.
“What do you say when I tell you to bend over so I can fuck you?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl. Turn around and grab your ankles.” I obey his command like the good little pet I agreed to be. I turn, bend, and grab my ankles. My leg muscles scream. Kayne gets up and moves around the room. In this position, I can’t see what he’s doing, leaving me raging with anticipation and an overdose of fear. He could have taken me as soon as I bent over, but instead he’s shuffling around the room. I tremble from the need and the unknown. When Kayne returns he grabs my hips, and grinds his hard-on firmly against me. I moan. So does he. Then he bends and grabs the chain dangling from my collar. He winds it around my right ankle and locks it in place. Holy shit. Then he attaches another chain to my collar, mirroring his actions on the other ankle. I can’t stand up straight. He’s literally restrained me bent over. I start to hyperventilate. “Kayne?”
“Shush, Ellie. You look fucking amazing like this.” He slaps my ass, and I have no choice but to accept the pain. I’m trapped. I can’t lift my head, and every time I try the chains restrict me. I hear him undo his zipper, and see his trousers drop to the floor. My hearts is fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. “Relax.” He rubs my backside gently. Then he slaps me again. My whole being tenses.
“I thought no more punishments.” I grit my teeth.
“Only if you behave. And spanking isn’t off the table completely.” He hits my bare behind hard again. I clench my teeth. I didn’t realize there was fine print on our agreement. “Mouth closed, legs open.” He rubs the head of his erection against my entrance. “My sexy girl. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Kayne.”
“That’s right, baby, all mine. No one else’s.” He slips his cock inside me. Taking my body quickly, inch by combustible inch. In this position he’s able to get deeper than he did last night. He fills and stretches me to my breaking point. “Kayne” I whimper, as he completely controls my body.
“How do I feel baby?”
“Big.”
He laughs. “Any other description you want to use?” He pumps easily, my muscles tightening around him involuntarily. “I think I feel good. You’re squeezing the shit out of me.” He digs his fingers into my hips as he starts to move faster.
“Fuck you’re so wet, so tight.” I’m completely at Kayne’s mercy, bent over with my black lacy panties around my thighs, my legs spread wide and my collar chained to my ankles. He tied me up like he owns me, because he does.
He relentlessly slides in and out, hitting my core in the same spot over and over. My orgasm burning brightly within me. “Kayne,” I moan insufferably as our hips clash together.
“Ask permission.” He slams into me ruthlessly. “Ask me if you can come.”
Desperate for the release, I do. “Please, can I come!?”
“I own you, Ellie; don’t forget that.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer willingly, trying to keep my orgasm from ripping me to shreds.
“Come, baby. Right fucking now.”
And I do. As soon as permission is granted I let go, becoming nothing but sensation, and Kayne’s living, breathing sex toy. My climax nearly buckles my knees. But Kayne’s tight grip keeps me upright. I suck in air greedily as he pounds away at me, finally finding his own release. He pulls out and ejaculates on my ass, moaning and groaning as he spurts hot come all over my backside. My legs are screaming, my pussy is throbbing, and I’m pretty sure Kayne left fingerprints on my hips.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he sighs, the physical gratification evident in his voice. I guess I should feel flattered, but all I feel like is a dolled-up pretzel, twisted for his pleasure.
After a minute, I feel him wipe himself off me with the cloth napkin from dinner.
How chivalrous.
He then walks around and drops to his knees right in front of me, breathing hard. He lifts my chin with one finger, the chains restricting how far I can look up.
“You’re fucking incredible.” He’s just full of compliments tonight. “I’m going to keep you forever.” He kisses me chastely. The word forever rocks my existence. I almost burst into tears. Then he unlocks the chains around my ankles. “Go clean up.” I stand up straight, my muscles in agony. I walk into the bathroom and wipe away the arousal dripping down my leg. That’s when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face is red, my hair is a mess, and both chains are still dangling from my collar. I don’t know what to make of myself. Only one word fits. Whore. Kayne’s whore.
“Ellie,” Kayne summons me.
Fuck.
I clean up quickly then hurry back into the bedroom and stand in front of him.
“Go to bed,” he orders. I crawl onto the mattress. Kayne’s fully dressed and jingling a set of keys in his hand. The keys that can liberate me.
“How do you feel?” he asks as I kneel in front of him.
“Tired.”
“That was only the beginning.”
I inhale a steadying breath. “Beginning of what?”
“Your new life.” He removes one of the chains from my collar, and then shackles the remaining one back to the headboard. A puppy played with then put back on her leash. He yanks me toward him and kisses me brutally on the mouth. My lips swell he sucks so hard. “Fucking all mine. Stay kneeling until I leave.”
I place my hands on my thighs and drop my head. “Such a good girl.” He runs his thumb under my jaw. I grind my teeth. I despise that fucking patronizing tone. Kayne silently exits the room. Once I hear the door click, I collapse onto the comforter an exhausted, misused mess.
And weep.
SUNLIGHT FLOODS THE ROOM. I squint as my eyes adjust to the brightness. This time of the morning, when it’s quiet and I’m alone, I pretend my prison is a fairy-tale dream. The room is beautiful, open, and airy. The furniture modern but still feminine and the large white rug blanketing the hardwood floor brings a sense of warmth. A princess residing in her castle in the sky. Then I move and my fairy-tale dream turns into a nightmarish reality. I remember I’m trapped, like Rapunzel, chained to the bed. My energy is drained, my limbs hurt, and I feel empty.
And everything that happened last night is going to happen all over again. And again, and again.
I am owned. A pleasure kitten to be touched and prodded and fucked as my owner sees fit. He demonstrated his ownership last night when he chained my collar to my ankles and had his demonic way with me, bent over and helpless. I wish I could get up on my own accord and move around the room. But I’m at the mercy of others, always at the mercy of others in this house. I have a ridiculous fear that one day Jett won’t show up and I’ll be trapped on this bed forever. My fears are put to rest when the door clicks and Jett appears with breakfast.
“I could have been Kayne,” he reminds me. I didn’t shoot to my knees when the door opened.
“My legs hurt.” And I don’t care to obey at the moment.
“That doesn’t matter. If he wants you kneeling when he walks into the room, you kneel. Don’t cross him. He doesn’t like to hurt you.”
“Could have fooled me,” I say bitterly, rubbing my ass. I still have red marks from when he whipped me.
“Cranky this morning. Last night wasn’t satisfying?”
Physically yes. Mentally, no.
This whole situation is utterly fucked-up. No one deserves to live like this. At the mercy of others. Beaten if they don’t obey. Treated like an object, a pet, a ... slave. I used the word. It’s sickening. I can’t believe it’s become my life.
“I hate him sometimes,” I confess, as Jett removes my collar.
“That’s fine, just tell me, not him. Release your aggression when you fuck. It’s one of the few outlets you have.”
I sigh. Sure, sex is a great stress reducer and anxiety reliever. And sex with Kayne can have your blood pressure skyrocketing one minute, and taking a nosedive the next. That’s how physically demanding he is. But emotionally? It means nothing. It’s empty. I’m empty. When I used to fantasize about Kayne Roberts, his mischievous personality and charismatic smile were always center stage. He was nothing like the tyrant who keeps me captive. Whenever he came into Expo, his demeanor was always professional, but every now and again I would catch a twinkle in his eye or a roguish smirk. I always suspected under that tailored suit was a man with a secret life—someone extreme who liked BASE jumping or race car driving. Never did I surmise his private life entailed an upscale prostitution ring and client list. Or kidnapping and sexual slavery in the first degree.
“Take a shower. Then we’re going to do some yoga,” Jett says.
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly. Kayne complained you’re not limber enough.”
“What? Does he tell you what we do in here?” I flush crimson.
“Not graphic details, but I know some things. It’s not much different than when we talk.”
I think I’m going to die. “It’s completely different!”
“How so?” Jett questions.
“It just is!” I spring off the bed and retreat to the bathroom. It’s one thing for me to talk about Kayne with Jett, it’s a whole other thing for Kayne and Jett to talk about me! Images of my panties around my thighs, my collar chained to my ankles, and a gloating Kayne makes me turn beet red. I can feel the heat actually scorching my skin. I wish there was a door to the bathroom, I’d lock myself in.
I take a quick shower, eat some breakfast, and then am further tortured with downward dog and flying crane. I would never admit this out loud, but I secretly enjoy spending the day with Jett, even if I am naked and mortified half the time. He’s funny, easy to be around, and always tries to cheer me up. On some jacked-up level I see him as a friend.
I take another shower—because really what else do I have to do? A nice long hot one that helps ease the tension in my muscles. As I wash my hair I wonder ruefully what compromising position Kayne will put me in tonight. I half dread it, half crave it. Two nights together and my body is already calling out to his.
I dry off, pull my damp hair up into a bun, and walk into my room fully expecting to find clothes laid out for me. Alright, really just a new pair of underwear. But Jett just hooks my collar back on and leads me to the bed.
“Hang out, sweet thing,” he says as the padlock clicks.
“Like I have anywhere else to go,” I answer snidely, pulling at the chain.
Jett just snickers at me and taps me on the nose. “See you in the morning.”
Then he takes his leave, and I am once again a puppy left waiting to be played with. Night has fallen and moonlight is shining brightly through the large wagon wheel window. My owner is late.
When I hear the door click, I pop onto my knees. Kayne’s footsteps command the room. “How’s my kitten?” He makes quick work of unlocking my leash from the bed.
“A downward dog expert,” I reply flatly.
Kayne pauses. “Excuse me?”
“Jett made me to do yoga today.”
Kayne’s lip twitches. “Did he?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl.” He rubs me under my jaw. He unhooks the chain from the front loop and re-clasps it to the one on the back of my collar. Red flags fly up.
“Go kneel on the floor. Make sure you face the TV.” I scramble off the bed and into the middle of the room. I fall to my knees, look down, and rest my hands on my thighs. I’m breathing heavily, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I hear him shed his clothes then click on the television. The familiar sounds of sex fill the room. Only one thing plays on that flat screen—porn.
“Fours, Ellie.” I feel him yank on the chain. I lean forward on my hands and knees as Kayne straddles me, the leash pulled so tight in his hand that the collar is forcing me to look up. On the television, two people are heavily engaged in intercourse. A man and a woman going at it on a white leather couch. The camera is at the perfect angle displaying every thrust of the man’s large cock into the woman’s bare pink pussy. My heartbeat quickens and my core throbs the longer I’m subjected to the erotic display. I’ve never watched porn before and its effects are startling.
“I hear you breathing, kitten. Like what you see?” Kayne asks lewdly.
I stay silent. I don’t want to answer. I don’t want to say yes. I don’t even know if yes is the right answer. All I know is my body is responding indecently to the visual stimulation.
“Kitten?” Kayne yanks my chain, provoking a response.
“Yes, Kayne.” I can barely expel the words.
“Good, kitten,” he replies smugly.
I don’t know how long we watch, but it’s well into the night. Couple after couple partaking in explicit, untamed sex. Kayne just stands over me, holding my leash as my arousal winds tighter and tighter around me.
I’m close to begging when he finally moves, kneeling behind me. I rock lightly, as he massages my backside with a taut grip on my leash. He runs his finger from the top of my ass along my slit and tickles my clit. I’m so over-stimulated, his touch feels like pins and needles. I pant like the pet I am.
“Need me, baby?” He inserts one finger into me and my body electrifies.
“Yes, Kayne.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
“Let’s see how much.” He withdraws, then rolls my clit between his fingers; I nearly convulse. He quickly pulls away.
“Not yet, kitten, not even close.” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but the tone of his voice sends an ominous shiver down my spine.
Kayne grabs my hip with one hand, clamping down as hard as he can. With the other he keeps a tight grip on my leash, the collar straining against my neck.
“Don’t take your eyes off that screen.” He pumps the head of his cock against my entrance but never fully penetrates me. I’m dying, I need him so bad it feels like I’m going to tear in two. He just rocks lightly, slipping only a quarter of his erection inside me. I try to move my hips to gain more of him, but he holds me steady with his hand and the firm grip he has on my leash, pulling harder every time I move, the collar constricting me.
“Kayne, please.” His shallow pumps do nothing but crank my arousal with no offer of relief in sight.
“When I say you’re ready.” He withdraws completely, just as the woman on the screen climaxes, the man pounding into her relentlessly as he extracts every drop of her desire. I’m about ready to combust.
Then Kayne slams into me without any warning. “Oh!” I cry out, as the collar stops me from jutting forward. The tip of his cock hitting me exactly where I need, in the deepest, most tender part of my body. He thrusts again and again, sending me soaring.
“Kayne, please may I come!” I cry out as my orgasm breaks loose.
“No,” he denies me.
“Kayne, please!” I beg as he picks up his rhythm, as if trying to drive me mad.
“I have to come!”
“Don’t you dare.” He slams so deep inside me that I implode, losing all control.
I feel him everywhere, through every cell and every synapse in my body. The extreme release is heaven sent. Then, right in the middle of my highest peak, he pulls out, deflating the rigorous orgasm that threatened to destroy me.
“No, why!” I collapse, nearly crying.
“Because I didn’t give you permission.” He yanks on the chain. I want to murder him. I’ve never felt so high then crash so low in my entire life.
“Lie down,” he growls. I drop to my side, my body quivering from the starved arousal still snaking its way through my system. “Bad girl.” He spanks me hard. The sensations inside me rattle. He pushes me onto my stomach while the sounds of exaggerated sex still fill the room. His breathing increases from behind me, and I immediately recognize the sound. He’s jerking off. A few hellish moments later, he comes on my ass. I feel the spurts and hear his grunts all at the same time. I’m livid as my core throbs, demanding what he just afforded himself.
“Stay.” His voice is hard and for some reason it makes me feel ashamed. Why?
“Go to bed,” he instructs after he wipes himself off of me. I lift myself up off the floor.
“I don’t remember granting you permission to stand,” he snaps. He’s being so mean!
I glance at him over my shoulder before I sink back down onto all fours. He eyes my every move with a cold expression. I crawl across the room toward the bed. Then climb on it once I reach it. If I had a tail, it’d be between my legs. I kneel on the mattress as Kayne stalks into the table of torture room. My anxiety spikes. God only knows what he’s getting out of there. He returns with a pair of handcuffs.
“Lie down.”
I lie on my back.
“Put your hands over your head.”
I put my hands up, never taking my eyes off him. He cuffs me to the vining iron. “So you can’t touch yourself,” he informs me.
My eyes water. Cruel bastard. He repositions my leash after that, locking it to the front of my collar then securing it back to the headboard.
Shackled doesn’t even begin to describe me.
Kayne gets dressed, shoving his legs into his pants and jerking his brown pinstripe button up over his head.
He then comes to stand over me. “This is a lesson, kitten. I control your pleasure.” He circles the tip of his finger around my inflamed clit. I push my hips off the bed and moan insufferably. I need to come so bad, my head is pounding and my body is shaking.
“Kayne, please,” I beseech one last time.
“Sorry, Ellie, you have to learn. Would you rather I whip you instead?”
“No.” I shake my head vigorously. He did this on purpose just to torment me. Punishment in one form or another.
He leaves me with my suffering and the porn still playing on the TV.