ELLIE LOOKS FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH to eat. When Jett text me asking if he could take her out of her room for a while, I was completely against it at first. I don’t want her to know or see too much. For Ellie, the dark is the safest place. But she’s been cooped-up in that room for almost three weeks and I knew the request was inevitable. The word no when it comes to Ellie is never an option, even if she’s unaware of it. I wasn’t going to let Jett be the one to take her though. My kitten. My responsibility.
I also wanted to be close in case Javier got any stupid ideas seeing her out of her cage.
I failed her once, I wouldn’t do it again. I wanted to kill him right on the spot. I wanted to tear out his fucking throat and watch him bleed the white carpet in Ellie’s room red. But that wasn’t an option. At least not right then. But soon. Very fucking soon.
I tug Ellie’s leash. It’s time to go. I lead her out of the room and down the hall. She’s walking two steps behind me with her head down, dressed in that fucking little outfit and those boots that drive me absolutely insane. But right now isn’t about me. It’s about Ellie and keeping her sane. But fuck man, does Jett know what he’s doing when it comes to dressing her.
I tow Ellie down the long corridor of doors. I put her in the very last room for a reason. I know she has questions, I know she’s remembering what she saw the last time she walked this hall and my threat to string her up and feed her to the wolves. That’s all it was too, a threat. I would never have done it. I would never let anyone else touch what’s mine.
The main staircase is a sweeping three-level butterfly affair made out of white, pink, and black marble. The decor at the mansion is over-the-top, ostentatious, and impressive. It’s supposed to be that way. The clientele who come here are top of the line, prestigious, and expect nothing less than luxury and complete and utter anonymity. I walk Ellie into the west wing and through a long, glass enclosed entryway that leads to the utmost back of the house. Once at the end, I unlock the lavishly decorated doors carved out of wood and push them open.
“Ellie, look up.” I jiggle her chain.
She raises her head and gasps. This is my favorite part of the mansion, a botanical garden that holds dozens upon dozens of exotic flowers and wild birds. We enter together and I watch as Ellie’s face lights up. I grab her hand and she jumps from the contact. Then she relaxes and gives me a small smile. It twists my heart. I stayed far away from Ellie for a reason. My life, my world, is dangerous. I never wanted to bring her into that. But when the opportunity presented itself, I couldn’t resist. Having her here these last few weeks, owning her, a slave to my bed, is my most vivid fantasy come to life. And, being the selfish bastard I am, I’m going to take advantage of every second I have with her. I’m going to push every limit, because when it’s over, I’m confident Ellie will never want to see me again.
“It’s not exactly paradise, but it comes damn close,” I say as we walk farther into the conservatory.
“I love it,” she replies as we stroll through a field of orchids sprouting purples, pinks, and whites out of the ground. Then she frowns and I know exactly what’s upset her. She still thinks she’ll never see paradise. She still thinks her freedom is gone. And for now, it is. I have to let her keep believing that. I squeeze her hand tighter as we make our way deeper into the gardens. Cranes dance by us and cockatoos display their colorful feathers as we come to the waterfall in the middle of the room.
“This is amazing,” she breathes as she watches the water trickle down and pour into the clear blue pond below.
After a while of standing hand-in-hand among the peaceful surroundings, I catch Ellie glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Ask me, Ellie.”
She turns her head. “I’m just trying to understand. This place, you.”
“All you need to know is that I’m an entrepreneur who owns you.”
“An entrepreneur who deals in women?” There’s a hard edge to her tone. I let it go, this time.
“Not everything is as it seems. You’d do best to remember that. And every woman in this house is here of her own free will.”
She glares. “Except me.”
Shit, she’s got me there. “Except you,” I confirm callously. “And that isn’t up for discussion.”
She huffs with tears in her eyes. Those deep green, hypnotizing eyes. I yank her to me, capturing her in my arms. “Don’t make me bend you over and give you something to really cry about.”
She sucks in a breath, fighting the urge to unleash her emotions.
“Let’s not ruin the moment.” I dip my head and whisper in her ear. “Mine, Ellie,” I remind her.
She nods, composing herself, but the tears are still evident.
We spend the rest of the afternoon wandering the gardens in silence. I never let go of her hand, and she never tries to pull it away. It sprouts a small seed of hope inside me.
Once we leave, Ellie’s relaxed energy shifts as we climb the staircase toward her ivory tower.
Her attention catches when she hears music coming from one of the rooms in the hallway. She really is like a curious cat. I stop, licked with an idea. I drop Ellie’s hand and take her leash. Her anxiety spikes as I grab the door handle and turn the knob. She resists, but I yank, pulling her into the room. She flushes cherry red once inside. The room is occupied by two women and a man. One of the women is tied to the bed, arms and legs spread eagle. The man is straddling her head, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth while the other woman has her face between her legs. Ellie tries to look away, but I grab her chin and force her to watch. Her chest expanding and contracting swiftly as her breathing picks up.
“We shouldn’t be in here,” she states in a low, uneasy tone.
“Of course we should. And no talking.”
I pull her over to the couch against the wall directly across from the bed and command her down to her knees. We both sit facing the threesome with Ellie perched between my legs. It’s fucking hot. Besides taking part in it, nothing gets me harder than watching two women go at it. Except maybe if Ellie was one of those women.
We spy together, as the three partake in their sexual acts. I scoot closer to Ellie, slipping my hand under her collar, grabbing it tight, straightening her posture. My erection digs into the middle of her back. She’s panting heavily and her skin is heated. I shove my free hand into her shirt and grope her breast as we watch the chained girl writhe frenziedly as she climaxes.
I run my nose along her neck, breathing her in. “Do you like watching?” I ask her. “Do you like seeing two women together?”
Ellie doesn’t answer. I know her voice is caught in her throat. The energy in the room is highly erotic and thick with sex. The music evocative. We observe, as the red-haired girl, Sugar, is unchained and the brunette, Cinnamon, takes her place, lying face down on the bed. She’s shackled tightly, arms and legs spread wide.
“Have you ever been with a woman, Ellie?”
She shakes her head, as Sugar positions herself underneath Cinnamon’s face. I rock my erection against Ellie as Cinnamon begins to lick Sugar. All my girls have pet names; it keeps things ambiguous and fantasy-like. These are two of my best girls, most naughty and adventurous.
Sugar drops her head back and moans as the man slides a condom on and impales Cinnamon from behind. She groans loudly as her tongue works Sugar.
“Would you do that, Ellie? Would you let me watch another woman eat your pussy?” She shivers but doesn’t answer. I squeeze her bare breast, her flesh is on fire. “I think you would. I think you like watching, and secretly wish it was you.” I slip my hand down into her panties and circle her clit with the tip of my middle finger.
“Will you let me fuck you while you go down on her?” I ask, and Ellie whimpers. I thrust my finger inside her, just as Sugar begins to come, jerking her hips and mewling loudly. “Answer, Ellie.” I tug on her collar.
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Yes, Kayne what? I can fuck you with another woman?”
“Yes.” Her voice is barely recognizable it’s so thick with lust.
“Who do you want? If you had to choose. Which girl do you want to fuck?” I ask still working my hand. She’s soaking wet.
“The redhead.” She strains to answer, her muscles clenching around my finger. There’s no way I’m letting her come. Not in front of another man, even if he is balls deep in another woman. I withdraw, leaving Ellie empty and wanton.
She makes a protesting sound. Frustrated is just the way I want her. I drag her out of the room and push her face forward against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head, and grind my throbbing cock into her ass. The thought of Ellie with another woman launches my arousal into outer space.
“Tonight,” I promise her.
I PACE ELLIE’S ROOM LIKE a wild animal. She is chained to the bed, naked, and sitting like a good girl. I never dreamed of putting Ellie in a threesome situation, but once the idea presented itself, and she consented, I had to pull the trigger. I arranged with Jett to have Sugar prepared. She was bathed, freshened, and informed of the details. She is not to touch me. Not in front of Ellie. I am merely a spectator. Until I take Ellie. She’s the only one I will fuck.
The door clicks open and Sugar appears. She’s dressed only in lacy panties, stiletto heels, and a black collar. Perfect.
I send her to stand in the middle of the room, on the white shag rug. Then I go to Ellie. I unchain her from the headboard and lean into her face. “Ellie, I want you to know. I will be the only man who ever touches you. But you can fuck as many women as you want.”
Her breath hitches. “Yes, Kayne.”
“Tell me this is okay. Tell me the truth.”
She peeks up at me through her thickly coated lashes and blushes. “Yes, Kayne.”
My dick hardens to almost painful and my insides feel like they’re going to overheat. I urge Ellie off the bed and walk her over to Sugar who’s standing submissively in the middle of the room. I hook the end of Ellie’s chain to Sugar’s collar so the two are linked. Arousing does not begin to describe the sight of two collared women linked together for the sole purpose of pleasing you.
“Ellie, Sugar belongs to you tonight. You can touch her, lick her, suck her anywhere you want. Anywhere I tell you to.”
“Yes, Kayne,” Ellie answers, breathing erratically; Sugar is cool as a cucumber.
I step back and take a seat in the chair at the table under the wagon wheel window. Then I pull my shirt off. It’s fucking stifling in here.
I stare at the girls momentarily then speak.
“Ellie, touch her.” I don’t want to waste a moment. I’m about to burst.
Ellie tentatively reaches up with a shaky hand. Is it wrong her inexperience is turning me on even further?
Ellie runs her hand down Sugar’s arm, as if saying hello. Not good enough.
“Ellie, touch her breasts.”
Ellie slowly puts her hand on Sugar’s left breast and fondles her. My desire spins like a high-speed cylinder.
“Both breasts,” I insist. “Tease her nipples, make them hard.”
Ellie lifts her other hand, squeezing and kneading both of Sugar’s breasts. Rolling her nipples between her thumb and index finger, the exact same way I do to her. My fucking cock has a heartbeat, as I watch my little pleasure kitten feel up another woman. The two girls are a stark contrast. Sugar is tall, red-headed, and buxom, while Ellie is petite in every sense of the word. Salivating for more, I order Ellie, “Suck her tits.”
Ellie hesitates.
“Don’t make me wait.” My tone is authoritative as I bore my lust-filled gaze into her.
Ellie leans in and takes one of Sugar’s nipples into her mouth. I nearly combust on the chair. I watch as she swirls her tongue and sucks Sugar with more force than I was expecting. Sugar moans. Still standing with her arms by her side and head lowered, her thick red hair dangling over her face.
“Touch her back, Sugar.”
Sugar lifts her hands without delay, sliding her fingers into Ellie’s hair as she laves her with her tongue. I unzip my pants and stroke my cock. It can’t be ignored any longer as the two women touch each other under my strict advisement. Sugar takes the reins, pulling Ellie’s mouth to hers, kissing her softly at first, and then darting her tongue between her lips. They both brush and caress and fondle each other as they become more comfortable.
“Ellie, how does Sugar feel?”
“Soft,” she responds between kisses.
“How does she taste?”
“Sweet.”
“How does she smell?”
“Sexy.”
I have come to learn Ellie likes monosyllables when she’s describing sexual associations. I have also come to learn, I like it.
“Sugar, get on your knees. Lick my kitten.”
I can hear Ellie’s sharp intake of breath as Sugar drops in front of her, the chain connecting their collars dangling between them.
“Ellie, spread your legs for Sugar.” She glances at me with an unsure expression. Her green eyes wild with something penetrative. Something hot, like unsure desire.
“Go on kitten. I’m right here.” I stroke myself as she looks at me. As if telling her I’m all yours. This is what you do to me. Make me fucking rock hard and yearn for you.
Sugar puts her mouth on Ellie as she looks at me, taking her by sweet surprise.
“Oh!” Her eyes widen, and then shut as her head drops back. She opens her stance and I see Sugar’s tongue take charge. Ellie looks blindsided, and it’s fucking incredible. I have to stop stroking myself; if I keep it up I’m going to come. And my hand is an unacceptable place to ejaculate when I have two beautiful women right in front of me. One all mine for the fucking.
“Ellie, how does that feel?” I ask as she runs her fingers through Sugars deep red hair.
“So good.” She breathes hard, sounding a little disoriented. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are fluttering. She’s close to the brink.
I almost can’t stand it as I heave low breaths.
“Enough.” Sugar halts immediately. The power is intoxicating. Commanding two gorgeous women—nothing else compares. “Sugar, stand up.”
She complies immediately. Good little robin. That’s what Jett calls her.
“Ellie, remove Sugar’s underwear,” I direct.
With delicate fingers Ellie lowers Sugar’s black panties down her long legs, sliding them over her smooth thighs and toned calves.
My arousal roars.
“Sugar, get down on the ground and spread your legs.”
She immediately complies, the chain connecting their two collars forcing Ellie down with her. Sugar puts her hands straight over her head and opens her legs wide with Ellie sprawled out on top of her.
“Ellie, pleasure her. Lick her body, suck her cunt.”
The room is so thick with sex, I’m suffocating from the sight. She looks at me with wide green eyes.
“Go on.” My response is clipped.
With mild trepidation, Ellie assails Sugar, licking down her neck to her breasts, drawing each nipple into her mouth and unleashing her tongue. Sugar moans and wriggles, her reaction to Ellie prompts me to start stroking again as my wildest dream comes to life.
Ellie keeps making her way down, over Sugar’s tight stomach until she lands right at the apex of her thighs. She hesitates, and I instinctively order, “Do it, Ellie.”
Her mouth makes contact with Sugar’s pussy, and I nearly see stars. She licks Sugar with such ferocity she causes the redhead to moan loudly with pleasure. I watch the two of them completely spellbound. When I see Ellie’s tongue dart out and swirl over Sugar’s clit, my control completely crumbles.
I discard what’s left of my pants and drop to the floor, crawling on all fours to get to Ellie.
I kneel behind her, lining myself up at her entrance. I watch entrapped as my little kitten laps up Sugar like she’s a bowl of sweet milk. My body is trembling with overpowering need. And the only one who can satisfy it is Ellie; the only way is to bury myself deep inside her. Deep, deep inside her.
I dig my fingers into her hips. “Don’t take your mouth off her pussy, no matter how hard I fuck you, understand?”
“Yes, Kayne,” Ellie whimpers, and I immediately shove her face back between Sugar’s legs. “What did I tell you?”
She mewls in reply.
I slam into her without any sort of warning and she cries out.
My cock thanks me.
I repeat the motion over and over, rearing all the way back and then blasting forward into her. Every strangled, strained sound she makes is muffled as she eats away at Sugar.
“Make her come, Ellie.” I mercilessly thrust. “I won’t let you come until she does.”
Ellie frantically licks Sugar as she writhes and moans, chasing after an orgasm that’s just out of reach. Then Ellie does something that nearly makes my head pop off. She begins to finger her. The little extra pressure was all Sugar needed to fall apart. She arches her body in ecstasy as her orgasm seizes her.
“Come,” I command.
Fucking Ellie while she makes another woman splinter is my undoing. Trapping her hips, I beat into her with a punishing rhythm until she’s screaming my name. It doesn’t take long.
My orgasm holds me hostage as I bury myself to the hilt in Ellie over and over, restraining her as the force of each impact bucks her body forward. “Fuck, fuck.” I grind out the words as the feel of her tight wet pussy pulsates around me, tearing me to shreds. I come like a man possessed, because that’s exactly what I am. A man possessed by a little pleasure kitten who wears my collar and purrs my name.
I collapse on the floor as soon as the sensation dissipates, drawing a wildly panting Ellie close. The three of us lie spent, recuperating from the sexual overload.
I let the girls fall asleep still chained to each other on the shag rug. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
I love all that shit. Sex toys, submission, and bondage.
But I love it even more when it’s with Ellie. She blows me away. Her strength. Her playfulness. Her willingness. All the things that drew me to her in the first place have manifested tenfold. My little kitten is a force to be reckoned with.
I slip my hand under her collar and feel her soft pulse. The rhythm settles me.
It’s quickly become the sole reason for my existence.