I DON’T KNOW WHAT I was thinking when I agreed to have a threesome with Kayne.
All I know is, I was about to tear at the seams as I watched two women and one man have sex while he fingered me.
I stare mindlessly out the window remembering. It’s such a beautiful, clear day; the grass and leaves almost seem to gleam.
Who is this person I’m becoming? Every day I seem to inch further and further away from my old life. My old self. I live to please another. Someone who treats me rough, but at the same time is tender. Someone who makes me forget everything, but him.
“What are you doing in here, kitten?” Kayne asks suddenly from behind me. Shit. I immediately drop to my knees. I didn’t even hear him come in. It’s the middle of the afternoon; he never comes to see me during the day.
“Turn around. Face me,” he orders. Dom dickhead is back.
I shift sideways, still kneeling.
“Look up.”
I lift my head.
“Answer.”
“Just staring out the window.”
The room with the table of torture gives me a more panoramic view of the outside with its circular shape and large paned windows. Ironically, I don’t feel so trapped when I’m in here.
“I see.” He stares at me for a heartbeat, then commands, “Come.”
Since I’m still kneeling and he hasn’t ordered me to stand. I crawl on all fours, like he trained me to do. Like a cat. Like the pet that I am.
He watches me salaciously as I come to sit by his feet.
“Lie down.”
I drop to my side, stretching out my body, resting my head on my arm. I stare up at Kayne, as he stares down. The look on his face is indescribable; there are so many emotions showing. At the forefront arousal and satisfaction. His eyes are wild as he rakes over my naked form.
“I have something for you,” he says while still standing over me, the corners of his mouth turned up. He pulls something out of his pocket, a small silver charm. “Get on the table. Kneel in front of me.”
I get up and climb onto the table, kneeling submissively on the firm black cushion. Kayne lifts his hand and shows me the trinket. It’s a small heart on a clasp that reads ‘Kayne’s kitten.’
“Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to.” He fastens it to my collar. “Me.” Holy shit, I’m now tagged, collared, and owned by him.
“Mine.” He leans in and kisses me, trapping my face in his hands. He swirls his tongue around roughly, thrusting it in and out of my mouth. “I want to do that to your pussy.” He breathes heavily against my lips. Here we go. My body responds without delay, becoming instantly wet. I’ve lost all control.
“Lie down. Hands by your sides.”
On the table?!? The last time we utilized this room, he beat me, then nearly destroyed me with his sexual prowess. And it’s about to happen all over again.
I comply, the slave that I am. Kayne restrains both of my wrists in the cuffs with my pulse flying high. Then he moves to the end of the table and grabs one of my ankles. He deftly secures my leg to one of the stirrups with the thick black leather straps—one over my thigh, one around my calf, and one on my ankle. Then he does the same to my other leg. I’m tied down, helpless, and battling for breath.
“Mmm,” he expels as he drinks in my incapacitated state. He then rests his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes, causing the stirrups to click as he spreads me wide. One, two, three, four. My back is arching and my hands are fisting from the torturous stretch. “Ugh,” I heave, trying to channel the pain.
“Perfect.” Kayne licks his bottom lip as I pant. He loves working me out.
He walks around to my side, never taking that maniacal stare off me. The room is filled with bright sunlight, making me feel more exposed and more on display than ever before; my nakedness and tethered body at the forefront of my insecurity and fear.
“You are so beautiful, Ellie.” Kayne rubs my breasts, my shoulders, my arms. He leans down and kisses me, kneading small, firm circles into my biceps. I release a contented moan against his mouth as he lulls me into submission.
He pulls away once I’m relaxed, and then opens one of drawers. I startle my eyes open and track every move he makes, watching with morbid fascination as he pulls out a thin chain with two little clamps on each end. He dangles it front of my face, his expression carnal, hedonistic almost. I look quickly between his luminous eyes on fire with lust, and the tiny torture device he’s holding in his hand.
He grins wickedly, then leans over and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, lashing his tongue against the little pebble as it hardens. I release a heavy breath, then without any warning, he places the clamp on my nipple. It bites, shooting a sharp sensation straight to the apex of my over-stretched legs. Oh. Then he does the same thing to the other nipple, vibrating a moan against my breast, just to tease me. The clamp bites down and I groan in protest.
“Fuck, you look so hot.” He grabs both my breasts from underneath and squeezes them hard. The clamps pinch at the same time and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, Kayne,” he corrects arrogantly as he massages me, arousal flaring through my entire being. “I’m your maker now.”
Not just my maker—my captor, my owner, my ruler.
He’s barely touched me and I’m already breathing rapidly and soaked between my thighs. After he’s finished rubbing me into restlessness, he picks up the chain connecting the clamps. With an impish gleam, he somehow ties it to the loop on the front of my collar. The chain is pulled so tight, that every time I move my head the clamps nip at my nipples, straining them, elongating them, driving me crazy with pleasure and pain. My heart is beating, my hands are shaking, and my pussy is throbbing.
Kayne jingles my new tag with one finger as I lie confined to the table, unravelling at the seams.
“Mine,” he says haughtily.
I just stare up at him with glassy eyes, trying to remain as still as possible. He unbuttons his light blue shirt; the color makes his eyes pop in the sunlight, the brown lightning bolt looking more pronounced. God, for being the devil, his features are divine. Once he’s removed his shirt and dropped it on the floor, he leans over me semi-naked and kisses me on the stomach. I try to breathe steadily, but every time he touches me it feels like a volcanic eruption. “Baby, you don’t have to ask permission to come.” He slowly kisses down my torso until his head is between my widespread legs. Then he licks me lightly, dragging his tongue unhurriedly over my slit. He does this over and over like a lazy lion until I’m vainly wriggling in my restraints. I snap my head back without thinking and the clamps unapologetically jerk my nipples sending a bolt of white hot heat straight to my blistering pussy.
“Oh!” I try not to move, but he’s pushing me right to my breaking point, slowly, painstakingly, licking me into an orgasm.
“Kayne, Kayne.” I breathe labored. It’s a plea, it’s an appeal, it’s a demand. My insides are wound so tight they’re ready to fracture. He just keeps licking though, ignoring my chants, and my body just keeps winding.
Lick, twist, lick, twist.
I’m an elastic band ready to snap.
Then he inserts one finger into my assailable entrance and I combust. My hips buck and I scream. It feels like I am being electrocuted. It looks like I’m being electrocuted. My hands fisted, my body bowed, my head dropped back, my nipples aching and straining as a current of ecstasy speeds through my veins.
I collapse back onto the table when the climax releases me, moaning feebly. My head rolling all over the place like it’s barely attached to my body. The nipple clamps still tugging relentlessly.
“Whoa.” Kayne chuckles as he wipes his face against my inner thigh.
I’m glad he finds my soul-shredding orgasms so funny. Asshole.
He kisses his way back up to my mouth as I come around. I crack open my eyes as he kisses me, to find him staring back at me.
“Hi, kitten.” He smiles.
I grunt.
He laughs. “My turn. You ready?”
“No,” I say sarcastically.
He yanks on the chain and my nipples yelp. “Excuse me?
“Yes, Kayne,” I correct myself.
“Good, kitten.” He brushes his lips against mine. “My kitten.” He jingles the tag on my collar again, proudly displaying his satisfaction with my new token of ownership.
I watch withdrawn as he positions himself between my legs. The stirrups have my knees high and legs wide. They’re starting to ache from being confined and overstretched. Kayne unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly. He doesn’t even bother to remove them, only lowering them enough to release his cock.
“Come if you have to come baby.” He teases my wet entrance with its head. Then he braces himself on the table, leaning forward, preparing for total body domination. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look, wearing that tag.” He slams into me, and I feel it all the way to my belly button.
“Ah!” I crunch forward and scream out.
“How much it turns me on. You belong to me.” He slams into me again and again. The manic desire is clear on his face.
His relentless thrusts combined with the pinching of the clamps catapult me toward another orgasm before I even see it coming. All at once, my muscles are clenching, my neck is straining and my pussy is pulsating as he rams fast and furiously in and out of me; my nipples are in glorious agony as my breasts bounce from the relentless force of his hips’ impact.
“I’m going to come!” I cry out.
“Come!” Kayne snaps, as my orgasm unleashes itself, a torrent of arousal drenching us both as my body splits in two. Kayne stills, arching his back as he comes savagely inside of me.
In the daylight, I can see all the cuts of his body, the definition of his chest and strength of his presence. Like a Roman soldier. Suddenly I’m very aware of my unclothed, tethered state. I blush all over. It’s not like he hasn’t had me in compromising positions before, or even done worse, but the fact that it’s the middle of the day and I’m strapped to a table with my nipples clamped makes me feel awkwardly on display.
“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Kayne asks, as he pumps his semi-hard cock into me, sighing satedly.
“Nothing.” I drop my head to the side then immediately right it, the clamps reminding me who’s in control.
“Ellie,” Kayne says more firmly, completely nestled inside me.
“I feel a little ... exposed.” I chew my lip.
Kayne smiles. Widely. “I like you exposed baby.” He withdraws, and then pulls up his pants that are still hanging on his hips. “Exposed and open and only for me.” He hoists himself onto the table and crawls up my body like the predator he is, his eyes sparkling with something dark and triumphant. “See, it says it right here.” He jingles my tag. “Mine.”
“Yes. We’ve established that numerous times,” I quip.
Kayne pulls at the nipple chain playfully and I wince. “Don’t sass me,” he says still smiling.
“I can’t help it, it’s reflexive,” I answer.
“You know what else is reflexive?” He drops his head and kisses me torridly, his tongue circling and owning my mouth. I moan softly, then strain as he releases my nipples from the clamps. I breathe through the abrasive sensation as the blood runs through my body. Subdued, little sounds escape my throat as he continues to kiss me through the pain.
Pleasure and pain. Pleasure and pain. Definitely two words synonymous with him.
Kayne slips his hand under my collar and strokes my neck lightly with his thumb. My arms are still strapped down and my legs are still buckled to the stirrups. I wonder if he plans to keep me here all day.
“Don’t ever feel ashamed or embarrassed with me, Ellie. Your body is perfect. You’re perfect.” He kisses me tenderly.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer, kissing him back.
“Good, kitten. Cupcake.”
I STARE AT MY SHINY new jewelry sitting on the bathroom counter as I soak my sore muscles in a steaming hot tub. A tag for my collar, a delicate white gold heart with the inscription ‘Kayne’s kitten’. He gave it to me yesterday, right before he strapped me to the table of torture and fucked me senseless with clamped nipples.
I am collared. I am tagged. I am utterly owned by him.
The man is a sexual carnivore. His appetite insatiable. I have bruises on my hips from where he holds me, hickeys on my body from where he bites me, and handprints on my ass from where he spanks me. I look abused. I feel abused. I feel conflicted. My brain keeps telling me this whole thing is wrong. I’m a victim, a pet, a captive. But my body craves Kayne the same way it would crave water in the desert. It has quickly become the slave to him that he wanted, succumbing to all his devious desires and demands.
I take my time getting out of the tub, knowing Jett is in the bedroom ready to torture me with more yoga. It’s doing its job and stretching my muscles, which is pleasing Kayne to no end. It also helps loosen my stiff joints the morning after his brutal punishings.
You love it, don’t complain. I shove my subconscious into a dark closet.
I get out of the tub, dry myself off, and allow Jett to torment my body further with more downward dog and lord of dance poses. By the time we’re finished and he’s fed me, it’s late in the evening.
I notice thick chains and leather cuffs dangling off one of the stirrups on the table of torture in the other room.
“What are those for?” I ask as he fastens my collar and chains me stark naked back to the bed.
Jett shrugs. “Kayne requested them. He has something planned.”
My heart rate takes off. Jett leaves me with my racing thoughts. Always something new, always something kinky. Always something that leaves my body depleted and my soul stirring. Ever since we established cupcake, I’ve felt different. Yes, he’s a domineering prick sometimes. But when he touches me, when he’s inside me there’s an undeniable connection. The same connection I felt to him before. When we would steal a look or flirt privately in the conference room. The same red hot connection we had that night he took me.
The door clicks and I shoot to my knees. My sitting position. My submission. The heavy steps of Kayne’s presence makes my pulse pound and my most private places throb.
He lifts my chin with one finger so I can look him in the eye. The eyes that are crystal blue with a lightning bolt of brown. He tickles my tag with an arrogant smirk.
“Evening, kitten, how was your day?”
“I missed you.” The words just roll right out of my mouth. I stiffen and Kayne’s jaw drops. His sharp intake of breath is like a vacuum. Then a wide salacious smile spreads across his tantalizing mouth. The mouth that is capable of so many things. My thighs tingle just looking at it.
“I missed you too.” He squeezes one of my breasts. “And these.” He runs his hand down my torso and cups my pussy. “And this. But,” he leans in to kiss me, “I missed this most of all.” I moan as his tongue rolls slowly against mine and he pushes his middle finger deep inside of me.
“I hope Jett gave you carbs for dinner, because it’s going to be another all-nighter.” He breathes against my lips, almost apologetically.
“Come to think of it. He fed me pasta.” I sigh as he fingers me slowly. “Did you take another Viagra?”
He halts all movement. “How did you know I took Viagra?”
“Because no human male is capable of lasting as long as you, unless he’s medically enhanced. And Jett confirmed my suspicions,” I confess coquettishly.
“Did he?”
“We have to talk about something,” I say as Kayne stabs me with his finger.
“Well then,” he replies cockily, withdrawing his hand leaving me aching. “You want something to gossip about. I’ll give you something to gossip about.” He pulls me forward by my collar and smacks my ass hard, making me yelp. “No more talking. Lie on your front.” His Dom alter ego has sprung to life.
I do as I’m told with a knot in my stomach.
I watch excited, scared, and turned on as hell, as he picks up the chains and cuffs from the table. He stalks back over to me and without delay, secures my ankles and wrists to the bed. I’m spread wide and at his mercy once again. Just as he desires me. Just like he craves me. He then shortens the length of my leash, removing most of the slack. An inch and a half off the mattress is all I can lift my head. My heart rate goes berserk as I hear him shuffling in the drawers under the table of torture. His treasure chest of sex toys.
Oh God.
I feel him drop multiple items onto the bed, and then I hear the sound of clothes being shed. Kayne crawls on top of me, straddling my parted legs.
“Do you know why I take Viagra, Ellie?” he asks.
“No, Kayne.” I reply, panting like the pet I am.
“Because having you once or twice is never enough.” He shifts, spreading my ass cheeks, then licks my little puckered hole. I clench instinctually. “I hunger to be inside you all the time and the only way to satisfy the beast is to give it what it wants. Hours and hours submerged in your wet pussy and tight little ass.”
I hear the pop of a cap and then feel a cold squirt. I try to crane my head to see behind me, but it’s a vain attempt. Then I feel something hard and round push on my behind.
“Pussy first,” he says, slowly working the large, lubricated butt plug into my tiny rosebud. I moan and groan as it bites and stretches me, Kayne kneading one of my butt cheeks the entire time. When it’s finally all the way in, he twists it, causing my entire body to spasm and work against my restraints. “Oh!” Afterwards, Kayne props up my pelvis with a medium-size throw pillow, stretching my arms, my legs, my neck and my ass to the max. The silk soft and smooth against my flaming skin
Kayne flutters light kisses over my back as he mounts me.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Beautiful, bewitching,” he says as he presses the head of his cock against my entrance and enters me slowly, making sure I feel every hard inch of him. He fucks me unhurriedly, keeping a tempered rhythm that rocks the butt plug deep every time he thrusts.
“You’re mine, Ellie,” he reminds me. “Do you see? I can do whatever I want to you.” He starts to pump harder, my insides overflowing with his thick cock and large plug. I lose my mind as the sensations take over, drowning me in a sea of ecstasy.
“I own you. I own your pleasure.” He strains as he hits my core square on and my orgasm peaks.
“Oh God, Kayne!” It’s the only words I’m capable of at the moment. I need to move, I need to squirm, but he’s right, he owns my pleasure. Commands it with his body.
“Kayne, please!” I’m begging now. Always begging. Just like he wants. A slave to him. “Please! Please!”
He pushes deeper, challenging my body as everything south of my navel quakes.
“Please!” I scream, pulling at my restraints.
“I love to hear you beg.” His cock swells, punching me exactly where I need. Once, twice, three times and I combust. My climax tearing me open from the inside out. He bucks once more then slams still inside me, groaning animalistically as he comes. I’m left limp as a noodle on the bed with Kayne lying on top of me, both of us breathing like all the oxygen has dissipated in the room. After a few long minutes, he pushes up and kisses me on the cheek. “Round two.” My body trembles. Round one just knocked me on my ass. He withdraws, still erect. I know what I’m in for. We’ve done this before, him taking me all night.
Straddling above me, he bends to grab something.
“Open,” he commands with a purple rubber vibrator in front of my mouth. I open and he shoves it in.
“Suck.”
I move my head the little it can go and suck on the extremity.
“Good girl,” he says in that condescending, domineering tone, as I lubricate the vibrator. Kayne removes the butt plug still inhabiting my ass, and my muscles contract, sighing with relief. Then he pulls the vibrator from my mouth, clicks it on, and inserts it into me.
Oh! It’s not quite as big as him, but it still makes me feel full, the vibrations prickling my already sensitive parts.
I hear the pop of a top again and a squeeze. It makes my heart rate jolt. Then he pushes one finger into my ass, all the way to the knuckle. Fuck, round two. I buck and gasp. “Still, Ellie.”
I try, but my body involuntarily shakes. Then he slides another finger inside me and starts to scissor me open, as if I haven’t been elasticized enough. I shudder as he simultaneously stretches the already sensitive muscle and my core quakes from the hum of the vibrator.
“So fucking ready,” Kayne utters as he removes his fingers, and I don’t know if he’s referring to me or him.
I feel him shift on the bed, quickly positioning himself directly above me. He nips at my shoulder as he pokes his cock into my behind, pushing into me in one smooth, fluid motion. It forces a moan out of me that sounds like a cat in heat. The size of his erection supersedes both his fingers and the plug. My air supply feels thin as I’m filled to capacity once again. The last all-nighter he only fucked me once, then spent the rest of the night balls deep in my butt. Tonight is completely different. Both holes packed, over and over. I don’t know if I’ll survive.
Would he spare me if I begged him to stop? I’ll soon find out, because he wastes no time fucking me, moving in small thrusts at first, then increasingly pushing harder. I feel every jab in my center as his cock bites my ass while at the same time kissing it with pleasure. The vibrator keeping a steady stream of pulsation against my clit and all around my pussy.
I’m dying.
The monumental speed with which my orgasm is building has me petrified. It’s too big, too strong, and the only place it has to escape is between my legs. My arms and legs lend no help to the absorption of the impending tremor while I’m restrained like this.
“God, Ellie, your body. It’s so good. So perfect. So tight.” He thrusts into me, making me wail. “I’m going to fucking come. You’re going to make me fucking come,” he says through clenched teeth. I can’t hold back as both the force of his cock and the vibrator hit my g-spot all at once. “Kayne!” I detonate, my climax ripping me open right down the middle. I break out into a fit of tears. It’s the only other outlet my body has for the energy-sucking sensation to escape. I’m mentally removed as Kayne spills inside me, crying into the pillow until the aftershocks of ecstasy taper off.
I have no life left. Two earth-shattering orgasms are all I can take.
I feel Kayne shift, bringing his face to mine and licking up my tears.
“That’s exactly the reaction I want every time.”
I just lie there panting. I have nothing left in me to respond.
Kayne gives me a few minutes of reprieve, massaging my back, my legs, even my scalp. But a few minutes is all I get, because all too soon I hear the top of the lubricant bottle pop again, and my whole body locks up. What the fuck is he doing now?
I feel him push against my ass, this time with the butt plug. I tremble. No more. “Kayne,” I protest. But he ignores me, pushing the plug all the way in.
“Kayne.” I strain against my restraints. My rosebud on fire. “Please.”
“Shhh, Ellie,” he reprimands me. “The only time I want to hear you is when you’re moaning in pleasure or screaming my name.”
I’m going to be screaming all night. I clench my cuffed fists as he props my pelvis back on the pillow and lines up behind me. I’m on the brink of tears already, my body begging please while howling no all at the same time. My head is spinning without any end in sight.
“All night, Ellie. I’m going to alternate fucking you like this all night,” he murmurs in my ear as he buries himself to the hilt. “And I’m not going to stop until my dick is limp and my come runs dry.” I draw in a sharp breath as his cock and the butt plug continuously hammer away at me.
Again.
And again.
Putting demands on my body I’m not sure it’s capable of withstanding.
“Kayne!”
“I HOPE ONE DAY YOU can forgive me, Ellie.” I hear Kayne’s voice in the distance. I don’t know if it’s a dream or reality, but when I flutter my eyes open, I’m in his arms. I shift. No cuffs or chains or collar. For a split second I wonder if it was all a dream. Then I look around the room and realize I’m still confined to my prison in the sky.
“You stayed?” I blink, finding his dazzling blue eyes.
“Mmm hmm.” He nuzzles my neck and breathes me in. “How do you feel?”
Crazy conflicted.
“My limbs feel like Jell-O, my wrists are rubbed raw, and there’s a pain in my ass.” I grimace as I move.
“All a reminder of who owns you.” He sucks my earlobe. “You’re so soft.”
“So are you,” I reply as my hips rub against his.
“Don’t be a wise ass, I’ll spank you.” He hugs me tighter.
He’s acting weird.
“Why are you still here? Where is my collar?”
“Because I wanted to stay, and on the nightstand,” he answers straightforwardly.
“I don’t have to wear it anymore?” I stretch in his arms.
Kayne snorts. “Of course you do. How would I find you if you got lost?” He kisses me tenderly. “I just thought after last night, you could use some room.”
“You weren’t wrong in assuming.” I touch the compass tattoo on his chest. I don’t know why. I guess just to feel it. I never get to touch him. He moans softly, almost like a purr. Last night was the most intense, excruciating, amazing night of my life. Kayne pushed every physical, emotional, and spiritual limit I have. I didn’t think I was going to come out alive.
Someone really needs to steal his bottle of Viagra.
“More,” he says. It’s a request, not a demand. I touch him tentatively, exploring my newfound freedom. We melt into each other, the same way new lovers would; cuddling, snuggling, stealing soft embraces.
Who is this man? Who is he really? The charismatic businessman or the ruthless Dom? The one who holds me affectionately or brings me to tears? I wish I knew. I wish I could figure him out. Why did he have to take me when I offered myself up willingly?
“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks, rubbing his nose against my cheek.
“Oh, God. Why are you bringing that up?” I hide my face in the crook of his neck so he can’t see the embarrassment.
“Because.” Kayne chuckles. “You spilt hot coffee in my lap.”
I’ll never forget that day. The way he strolled into Expo like he owned it, wearing a light brown power suit and aviator sunglasses. He was intimidating and intriguing, and I was drawn to him unlike anyone or anything else on earth. My body and mind just responded. It was a primitive, carnal response. Then he took his sunglasses off and my inner axis tilted. He looked straight through me with those raw majestic eyes. I forgot who I was and what I was doing. Unfortunately for him, I was pouring coffee at that moment and missed the cup completely. I’d never seen anyone move that fast. Needless to say, I was mortified and Mark almost decapitated me. Kayne was a huge whale to land, and I nearly fucked it all up. Luckily for me, he had a sense of humor.
“You dropped to your knees and told me to take my pants off.” Kayne is full-blown laughing now. I’m glad it’s such an amusing memory for him. I tried to scrub my brain of it for months.
“I was sort of disappointed you didn’t.” I lift my head slightly and eye him lasciviously.
“If there wasn’t a room full of people, I would have. Then I would have taken yours off too, and laid you out on the conference room table.” Kayne threads his fingers into my hair and tugs lightly. He licks my lower lip like he’s trying to memorize the taste. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about fucking you on that table?”
“I had no idea you fantasized about me at all.” I dart my tongue out to touch his.
“Every time I walked into Expo and sat down for a meeting, I was half listening to Mark, half imagining you kneeling at my feet.” He grabs hold of my hair a little harder, taking control of my head. “Imagining you spreading your legs for me and letting me lick you senseless, then driving myself so deep inside you, we’d both forget we were ever two separate people.” I moan as he bites my neck and grabs my ass.
“I would have let you.” I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin in response to the grip he has on my hair.
“Ellie?” Kayne rasps. Sliding his hand along my side. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I respond robotically. He spanks my ass lightly. I jolt. Even the littlest bit of pain feels volcanic.
“I said don’t be a wise ass.”
“I wasn’t being a wise ass, I was answering you like you expect me to.”
“Not right now. Right now I’m invoking Cupcake.”
I crack a smile. “What do you want to know?”
He swipes his thumb across my cheek and I can’t help but turn into his touch. “Do you think if the circumstances were different? If we did things the normal way, you could have accepted who I am? My way of life?”
I contemplate his question while searching his eyes. Why does he want to know? What does it matter?
“I’m not sure. What aspects are you talking about?”
Surely not the kidnapping.
“My domineering side. You would have never known about my ‘other’ business.”
I ponder his question some more then shrug. “I don’t know how you build a relationship on lies. But you never gave me a chance to find out on my own, so I guess we’ll never know.” It’s an honest answer. He nods, with a small frown.
“How did you end up like this? End up here?” I ask curiously. I have so many questions. There are so many things I want to know. Kayne rolls on top of me, my body crying out from his weight. He rubs his nose softly against mine, as if conflicted. “That story is for another time. Another lifetime. But I promise one day I’ll tell you.”
“Why can’t you tell me now?”
He shakes his head. “Now’s not the time.”
“When will be the time?” I question him.
“I’m not sure exactly. But soon. Just try to keep an open mind, and remember things aren’t always as they appear. It’s all I can say about it.”
If I wasn’t so emotionally exhausted and physically drained, I’d try to coerce more information out of him. I like him like this, open and affectionate. I like the Dom too. I’m beginning to realize I’m fond of all of Kayne’s sides, which I know is a dangerous thing. He kidnapped me; he keeps me on a leash and collared like a puppy. I’m his to control and more and more, I’m acclimating to this lifestyle.
“Okay,” I acquiesce.
“Good. Can you get up and take a shower?”
“Jett usually puts me in the bath after one of your punishings.”
Kayne shoots me a twisted look. “One of my punishings? Is that how you see sex with me?”
“Sometimes.” I shrug demurely.
All the time.
Kayne smiles boldly. “Good. Because no one will ever give it to you as good as me.”
On some deep elemental level, I know it’s the truth.
Kayne gets up and walks into the bathroom butt naked, and I hear him run the tub. A few minutes later the smell of eucalyptus drifts into the bedroom.
He comes back once the water stops running.
“Can you get up?” He holds out a hand.
I sit up, and every fiber of my being protests, especially the ones between my knees.
Kayne must see the agony on my face, because he scoops me up without a word and carries me into the bathroom. He steps into the tub and submerges both of us into the steaming hot water.
“Ah.” It feels like I’m being pelted with stones as the water works to relax my exploited muscles. Kayne leans me against his chest, wrapping me up in his strong arms. I liquefy.
“Who do you belong to, Ellie?” He kisses my temple, the two of us immersed in overflowing bubbles.
“You, Kayne.”