I’VE TAKEN UP READING, BECAUSE really what else do I have to do when Jett isn’t stretching me into next week with yoga or Kayne isn’t tying me up and fucking me into oblivion. I’m particularly intrigued—but mostly disturbed—by my current title. Almost all of the dirty adult books on the shelf are mindless sex stories. If you need to get in the mood you read one of those, but this one is different. It’s about a girl who was abducted at a young age and sold into sexual slavery to numerous buyers. To say it doesn’t strike a chord would be lying. The thought of Kayne selling me never occurred to me until this very moment. It’s a terrifying realization. I’m an object, not a person. My rights and identity have been stripped away and my sole purpose for living is to serve another. I haven’t forgotten Kayne’s assertion You live because of me. You live for me. A chill runs down my spine. I want to take the book and chuck it across the room, but I keep my head and continue reading, morbidly engrossed in this girl’s horrific story of rape, torture, and forced servitude. She addresses all of her owners as Master. It’s creepy. I thank God for small favors that Kayne doesn’t make me do that.
I read until Jett comes back into the room, close to dusk.
“Evening, sweet thing.”
“Hi.” I curl my knees up to my chest on the mattress. Not because I’m embarrassed of being naked, but because of the conflicting feelings running rampant inside of me. My mind knows this is all wrong, but my body doesn’t care. It’s ready for its fix.
Jett takes my book and places it back on the shelf then returns to the bed. He hooks one end of the listless chain back onto my collar and then commands me to drop.
I look at him strangely before I crawl into the position. Completely naked. This is new.
“Good girl.” Jett uncoils my leash out from under me.
“No panties?” I ask, my voice elevating.
“Not tonight, Kayne requested you completely naked. And just like this.”
I’m on my stomach with my knees pulled up to my chest and my hands over my head. It looks like I’m worshipping a shrine. It reminds me of my first obedience lesson. I shudder.
“When will he be here?” I ask with my face against the sheet.
“I don’t know, Ellie, but stay like that until he comes in.” I nod slightly.
“See you in the morning, sweet thing.”
Jett leaves and it’s just me and my thoughts in a compromising position. I’m not alone long. I hear the door click and immediately the room is engulfed with Kayne’s dominant presence. My insides quiver.
“Hey, beautiful.” He caresses my back and kisses my shoulder. “How was your day?”
“Jett made me do more yoga.” I speak into the mattress.
“Good. Limbering you up for me.” He spanks me lightly. I tense.
“Apparently.”
“I want you as flexible as possible so I can bend you whichever way I want.” He drops a soft kiss on the ass cheek he just smacked. In this position, I am overly exposed.
“You look to fucking die for like this.”
He massages me in the same place he kissed me. “Ellie, I want to warn you up front. Tonight is going to be intense.” He rubs his already erect cock against me.
“How intense?” I can barely utter the words. I’m already sick with anxiety and excited with arousal. I’m turning into a fucking whack job.
“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“What?” I go to lift my head but Kayne grabs my chain Jett left dangling between my legs, he never secured me to the headboard. My face is pressed firmly to the mattress as Kayne subdues me tight.
“You’re mine, Ellie,” he reminds me. “I can do to you as I please.” I squeeze my eyes shut and swallow the thick fear threatening to choke me. He’s going to hurt me.
He yanks my chain. “How do you reply?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I say hoarsely.
“Yes, Kayne, please fuck me.”
I repeat, “Yes, Kayne, please fuck me.” Tears threaten, but I hold them back. I need to be strong, even if I am scared out of my mind.
“Good girl.”
I want to slap him. I hope one day I get the chance.
Kayne drops something heavy onto the bed next to me; it bounces slightly on the mattress.
“Bring your hands down Ellie, put them by your sides.”
I immediately do what he says. Swiftly, he takes each of my wrists and clamps them down, as something cold and metal runs across the back of my legs.
“Kayne?” I say shaky.
“Shhh.” Then he takes my chain and secures it to the rod so I’m tied up tightly. I can’t lift my head because of the chain and I can’t move my legs or arms because of the cuffs and the bar. I’m scared shitless.
“Relax, Ellie.” Kayne starts rubbing my ass that’s now sticking high in the air. “You’re going to need to trust me. And you’re going to need to keep your body loose. The more you squirm and wriggle, the more uncomfortable you’ll become.”
More uncomfortable? Is that possible?
I can’t see Kayne behind me. So I have to rely on my other senses. I feel him brush against me as he takes off his shirt and I hear his zipper lower as he removes his pants. I suddenly feel his tongue against my pussy. I jump trying to snap my head up, but the chain restricts me, acting like a pulley, forcing my knees forward and jutting my ass further into the air. “Told you to hold still.”
Kayne begins licking me relentlessly, from the tip of my behind to the bottom of my clit. I’m soaking wet and dizzy with desire within a few short minutes. Then he takes his hands and spreads my ass cheeks as far as they can go, sliding his tongue into my little puckered hole. I shake uncontrollably.
I want to move.
I want more.
I want less.
I want the ache he’s commanding quelled. Now!
“I’m going to fuck you here, Ellie.”
I feel his warm breath brush against me. “I’m going to stretch you with my fingers then bury myself inside you. And that’s where I plan to stay. All night.” I tremble at his words, terrified of the pain. Recalling how he said I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
“Kayne, please be gentle,” I beg in my shackles.
“I won’t hurt you, baby. Unless you disobey me, or ask for it.”
Like hell I would ever do that.
When Kayne feels he’s lubricated me enough, he starts to inch his thumb inside me. The initial intrusion hurts and is so intense, but once he’s fully inside, the pain starts to taper.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.” He withdraws his thumb and replaces it with one of his fingers. I’m dying. It hurts, and it doesn’t. I like it, and I don’t. My body is caught in a feverous mix of pleasure and pain, and it’s only the beginning. I don’t know if I’m going to survive this night. Just as Kayne slips another finger into me and begins scissoring me open, there’s a pounding on the door.
“Kayne!” Jett calls through the wood.
“Jett, the fucking house better be on fire,” he growls, continuing his assault.
“There’s a situation that needs your immediate attention.”
“What kind of situation?” He halts his ministrations but doesn’t withdraw his fingers. My body is strung so tight, I could snap at any second.
“A delicate one,” Jett relays, and that seems to get Kayne’s full attention.
“Motherfucker,” he grinds out. “Give me a sec,” he barks.
“Hurry up.” Jett fumes through the door.
Kayne leans over my subdued face. “I’m sorry, baby, we’re going to have to put this on hold for a few minutes.” He kisses my cheek, withdraws his fingers then disappears. My body deflates, as I’m left helpless on the bed.
I hear metal sliding across tracks as drawers are opened and closed. My adrenaline spikes. Then I feel Kayne standing behind me once again.
“I really wanted to prime you myself, but this will have to do in my absence. Open.” He shoves something hard and metal into my mouth. I know exactly what it is. It’s the exact same object he used after he whipped me, except this one is much larger; longer and fatter. My stomach twists. “Ellie, relax.” He yanks on the chain attached to the plug and I release it. He then works the extra-large plug into my ass. No inching or easing, just one fluid motion. I groan loudly as it fills me completely. So much more than his fingers did. I’m panting wildly by the time he’s through. It fucking hurts. Is this what it’s going to feel like when he fucks me? Kayne then tells me to open again. He inserts something hard and rubbery into my mouth. “Suck.”
I wrap my lips around the object and do as I’m told. Good little pleasure kitten. He removes it when he’s satisfied, then slowly slides it into my pussy. Holy fuck, if I thought I was full before, I’m overflowing now. Then I hear a click and it starts to vibrate gently. The pulse reaches all the way into my womb. My breathing goes from panting to gasping in a nanosecond. He can’t leave me like this!?
“You’ll be good and ready for me when I get back.” Kayne smacks my ass and a simultaneous bolt of pleasure and pain shoots through me. I moan, incapacitated, as the butt plug and vibrator wage war on my body, pushing me to the edge and dangling me there. An orgasm is brewing, but coming nowhere close to where I need to find release. Why did he do this? Why is he torturing me?!