TEARS START TO WELL IN my eyes long before Kayne returns. The sensations are way too much. I need to move, to satisfy the ache eating away at my insides. If I shift even a fraction of an inch, I feel it everywhere. Between my legs, up my ass, along my spine. I mewl insufferably, needing relief. The tears spill, wetting my face, and all I can do is let them fall. Kayne is the only one who can release me from this prison.
Just when I think my heart is going to explode from the unrelenting stress, Kayne returns.
“Please, please,” I beg. “Please let me come. I can’t take anymore.”
He doesn’t say a word, but I can feel the tension rippling off of his body. It scares the living shit out of me.
“You want to come?” His voice is menacing, and I know I’m in for something brutal. He yanks the vibrator out and I nearly fall apart. A second later he slams into me with such force I scream and slide forward on the bed. “Stay fucking still.” He pulls me back and begins to pound into me. In a split second, I come apart. Freefalling into oblivion. Then, right in the middle of my orgasm, he ruthlessly rips out the butt plug, sending another crippling wave of ecstasy crashing through my body. I cry uncontrollably, completely destroyed, drained of all energy as I gasp for air on the bed. I’m still seeing stars when he finally comes. He grits his teeth as he stabs into my hips with his fingers and into my pussy with his cock.
Heaven help me.
When it’s finally over, I feel like I’m going to break apart. The man can be so vicious.
I start to nod off when Kayne pokes me with his still hard erection. “Sorry, Ellie.” He almost sounds remorseful. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice is calmer now. But still dark and thick with desire. “I told you I was going to fuck you here.” He pushes the head of his cock against my sore rose bud. “And that’s exactly what I intend to do.” How is he still hard? I brace myself for the bite. Then feel something cold and slippery against my skin.
“What’s that?” I ask, my voice muffled against the mattress.
“Lubrication.” He smears it all over me, and then pushes against my entrance again. I groan as he fights his way in inch by agonizing inch, until he’s buried deep inside.
Holy fuck! He’s triple the size of the industrial butt plug.
“I knew you were going to feel this way,” he expels euphorically, completely still. “I used to jerk off to this exact image. Do you know that? After I would leave Mark’s office, I would fantasize about what it would be like to tie you down and make you scream.” Kayne starts to move in and out in small, controlled thrusts. I feel him everywhere, governing my entire existence. He’s infiltrating my body, compelling my mind, and contorting my soul.
Another gargantuan orgasm starts to bloom. My cheeks flush, my muscles clench, my neck strains, and my wrists hurt as he takes his movements from small and controlled to elongated and deep. Every thrust ripping me open, every withdrawal sewing me closed. “All night. I’m going to fuck you like this all night.” And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I’m tied up, at his mercy.
“You’re mine, Ellie, and I want to hear you scream.”
And I do, over and over, orgasm after orgasm, until our fluids are soaking the bed, my voice is gone, and my body is limp.
ELLIE?” JETT SHAKES ME LIGHTLY. “Ellie, wake up.”
I crack open my eyes but don’t move my body. It feels like I’ve been in a car accident. I hurt all over. I groan. Kayne said I wasn’t going to be able to walk today. He wasn’t kidding.
“Come on, love, it’s late. You need to get up.”
“How late?” My eyes flutter to the window.
“Five in the evening. You’ve been asleep all day. Kayne put a punishing on you last night, huh?”
That is definitely one way to put it.
Kayne didn’t leave my room until nearly dawn. When he was finished with me, he discarded me like nothing more than an overused rag doll. He chained me back to the headboard, kissed me on the lips and left silently. That was it. I was his sex toy and he used me as such. An object to play with and then toss back on the shelf. Or in my case, the bed. It fucking hurts. I feel empty and used. This life is hard, nothing like the one I dreamed of having.
“Kayne will want to see you soon. Get up.”
“I don’t think I can walk.” My voice is small and hapless.
“Come on, I’ll help you.” Jett unlocks me and lifts me into his arms. The ache in my back and between my legs is excruciating. I moan miserably.
He carries me into the bathroom. “How about a hot bath?”
I nod.
“Do you think you can stand?”
I nod again. I’m not in a very talkative mood.
Jett places me on my feet and I wince, the contact with the floor vibrates all the way up my body. He turns on the faucet and squeezes some soap into the water. The now familiar scent of eucalyptus fills the room. Jett turns to me once the enormous soaking tub is halfway filled. As soon as he reaches out to me, I crack. I don’t even know where it comes from. The emotion wasn’t there a second ago, but now tears are falling like an unstoppable rainstorm from my eyes.
“Ellie!?” Jett wraps me in his arms and the embrace hurts. “Are you in that much pain?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. It’s just … how am I supposed to survive like this? I feel empty. How am I supposed to live with no emotion? No love? As just someone’s pet? To be taken off its leash and played with.” I sob inconsolably. “I didn’t work my ass off for four years so I could end up like this. As nothing. No one. I was supposed to start school in the fall. Travel. See everything my parents couldn’t afford me. And now it’s all gone. All my hopes, all my dreams.”
“Oh, honey.” Jett hugs me tighter and I whimper. “I know this isn’t your ideal situation. But there are things going on you know nothing about. Trust Kayne.”
“Trust him? He did this to me!”
“What? Gave you several nights of unbelievable pleasure? So you’re in a little pain. It will subside.”
“No, it’s not that.” I wipe my eyes. “He’s isolated me. Emotionally exiled me.”
Jett sighs, as if conflicted. “Get in the tub.”
He helps me step in, and I sink into the cathartic hot water. Then Jett crouches beside me. “Let me tell you something about Kayne,” he whispers. “When it comes to you, his emotions are more present than you think.”
I skeptically look into Jett’s aqua eyes. “Are you trying to tell me he cares about me?”
“In his own way. Not everything is always black and white. And some things need to be revealed in their own time.”
“What does that mean?” I press.
“It means patience is a virtue and submission is your salvation.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about. Kayne won’t always treat me like an object? That underneath he actually cares? It’s hard to believe. He looks at me, treats me, and handles me like I’m nothing but a sexual vessel for his use and abuse. I shift in the tub and my muscles wail.
“How can anyone go that long? He never got soft. What did he do, take Viagra?” I grimace.
Jett whistles pseudo-innocently at my accusation.
I widen my eyes. “He took Viagra?! Why?”
Jett shrugs. “He can’t get enough of you. You’re the first woman I’ve ever seen him like this with.”
“Animalistic?” I snap.
“Infatuated.”
“Is that what you call it so you can sleep better at night?”
“Sweet thing, I sleep just fine.” Jett kisses me on the head. “Enough talk. Just relax for a while. Okay?”
“Yes, Jett,” I sneer submissively.
He rolls his eyes.