Owned(13)

“Relax, Ellie,” he coaxes as he takes his time inching the plug into me, my body battling against the foreign sensation. It feels like decades have passed by the time he’s done inserting it. The object is small, but it feels like it’s filling me completely, the pressure hitting me right in the core every time I move.

“Fuck. Good, kitten.” He kisses my sore behind, and then shifts around me on his knees until his hot breath is tickling my sensitive flesh. He has no idea how much I need this. To escape.

He lightly licks between my folds and I moan, desperate for the mental break. I spread my legs wider, my panties ripping, crazy for him to get closer and press harder. Kayne groans as he slashes his tongue against me repeatedly. I pant uncontrollably as I ride his face while he fucks me with his mouth. The feeling is unparalleled.

“Please may I come?” I beg. I don’t even care what I sound like, I just need the release; I need to get away.

“Say my name.” He grips my thighs tightly, stabbing my throbbing entrance with his tongue over and over. Everything inside me builds, my climax urged on by the spine tingling pressure of the plug and Kayne’s expert mouth. I can’t hold back much longer.

“Kayne, please may I come!” I implore desperately. Writhing against this face.

“Come, baby.” He sucks my clit. “Come as many times as you want.” His fingers dig into my skin and I let go. My orgasm blasting through me like dynamite. My mind is blank for a few blissful seconds. There’s no pain or chains. Nothing confining me. In the midst of my climax, Kayne yanks out the butt plug and another wave of ecstasy thunders through me. I scream, falling forward as my limbs give out. I’m wrecked. This man demands every ounce I have, and then leaves me with nothing.

“Good girl.” I feel him wipe his face on the inside of my leg. Once again smearing my arousal on my own skin.

As he moves from underneath me, I hear him unfasten his belt and unzip his fly. I know what comes next.

“Can I fuck you, Ellie?” he asks, his voice rough and unsteady.

“No.” Yes! I breathe shallowly, bent over the table.

My ass is bruised, my pussy is swollen, my limbs are as heavy as lead, and he’s not through with me yet.

I hear him moan behind me, as he strokes himself. Rubbing my back with jerky movements while my face is pressed against the thin pad of the table and my wrists are bound.

“You have no idea how bad I want you. How bad I want to slide my cock inside you and fuck you senseless.”

I think I do.

I hear his discomposed groan, and then feel the warm spurts of his climax shoot all over my back.

“Mine,” he declares as he comes.

Kayne leans over and grabs the collar around my neck, jerking it so I look at him out of the corner of my eye. “One day soon, kitten,” he licks my face. “I’m going to come in your hot little mouth, in your wet little pussy, and in your tight little ass all in the same night.”

I shake because I know he’s right. I’m so close to caving. Look at what happened tonight. He beat me mercilessly, and I still ached for his touch.

The last shreds of my resolve are fraying away. I’ll soon be his.

Kayne unbuckles my wrists from the table and eases me up. My whole body hurts. My butt especially.

“Go inside and lay on your stomach,” he says, kissing the shell of my ear gently. I do as I’m told—like the good little slave-in-training I am—and lie down on the plush white carpet in the middle of the room. I close my eyes and try to relax, but I’m still wound so tight. I feel another piece of myself disappear. Each night we spend together, more and more of me goes. Who will I become the longer he keeps me?

Kayne kneels down beside me, setting a bowl and towels on the floor. Watching in my peripheral vision, he dips one of the towels into the bowl and wipes between my legs, then over my back. The water is warm and soothing and smells like lavender. I inhale the scent as he cleans me.

“Baby, this is going to hurt a little bit.”

I blast my eyes open to find him holding a small jar. My body and mind lock up as he rubs some balm over my abused bottom. It’s so sore I don’t think I’m going to be able sit for a week.

“Go to bed,” he orders softly when he’s done. I do as I’m told. Yet another one of his commands.

I climb onto the bed and rest on my stomach. Kayne re-chains me to the headboard, the padlock clicking over my head. Back on my leash for the night.

He follows me onto the mattress, kneels next to me, and proceeds to rub my back, kissing my shoulders sweetly every so often.

As much as I hate to admit it, his hands feel good. Consoling almost.

I don’t understand how he can be so demonic one minute and so angelic the next?

I feel every whip mark over and over as Kayne massages me well into the night. It takes a long time, but he finally eases some my tension. I try to clear my mind and not relive every painful moment of tonight, or any other night since he took me. I concentrate on the dark and Kayne’s kneading hands until I’m finally lulled fast asleep. Into the darkness where nothing can hurt me.



“UH OH, SOMEONE WAS A bad girl last night,” Jett muses as he looks over my abused skin.

“Do you think you’re being funny? It hurts!” I snap

“I bet it does. But it doesn’t look so bad. He could have done way worse.”

Oh God. I smother my face in the pillow. “It was plenty bad for me!” My words are muffled.

“What happened?”

“He whipped me with a crop!”

“I see that, silly. I mean why?”

“He wanted to spank me, and I talked back.”

“That unreasonable motherfucker,” Jett scolds facetiously. This has become somewhat of a ritual for me and Jett. Kayne spends the night abusing me, and we talk shit about it the next day. I try not to giggle. It isn’t funny. I was brutalized last night! But Jett has become the tiny bit of light in my new dark world.

“How was the orgasm?” He pulls out a small jar balm from the nightstand and rubs some on my bruises.

I stay silent.

“That good, huh?”

I turn my head.

“Imagine what fucking him will be like.”

I have. Although I’m not going to admit that to him.

“Is that something you fantasize about? Fucking Kayne?” I ask irritably.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I may paint nails and do hair, but my dick is gender specific. Lady love only please.”

I laugh. If I didn’t, I’d cry.

“What about you? Ever partake in any lady loooove?”

I peek up at him from the gold pillow. “I kissed a girl in high school once.”

“And you liked it?” he leers lewdly.

I shrug. “I didn’t hate it.”

Jett smiles, his eyes sparkling like he’s intrigued. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises.”

“Not really,” I disagree.

“Same sex is an acquired taste, sweet thing. The fact that you didn’t hate it tells me there’s more to your sexual appetite than meets the eye.”

“If you say so,” I answer, not sure I’m buying his presumption.

“I do.” He rubs my ass a little harder and I groan. “You’ll come to learn, I’m always right.





I FINISH DRESSING IN A daze.

I fasten my sterling silver cufflinks, adjust my tie, and slip on my suit jacket. I have a meeting in the city, but in no way do I want to leave the mansion. Thoughts of Ellie cloud my mind. The vision of her in her room—alone, chained to the bed, waiting to be played with—teases me. I don’t know how long this situation is going to last. It depends on Javier. But every night I spend with her is pulling me deeper into a dark place. The lure of power is seductive. I love controlling her. I love punishing her. I love hearing her cry. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The women I’ve been with in the past have all been willingly submissive. They all knew what to expect and vice versa. But with Ellie, it’s more than just dominance. The challenge of her will and fundamental breakdown of her mental faculty is addicting. It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong, but thrilling just the same. I crave my kitten every night. Like the gravitational pull of a lunar tide. My blood roils from just the mere knowledge I’ll be back in her room tonight.

I make my way downstairs and find Javier eating breakfast in the formal dining room. To look at him, you wouldn’t think much. He’s not a very tall or muscular man. With olive skin and black hair, he comes off like an immigrant worker in his khaki pants and polo shirt. But one look in his eyes tells you all you need to know. He’s dangerous: approach with caution.

“Amigo.” He smiles balefully. I despise it when he calls me that.

“Javier. Have you heard anything from El Rey about my proposal?” I get right down to business.

“It’s under review.” He places some scrambled eggs in a warm tortilla, covers it with hot sauce then rolls it up. Ever since he arrived, my kitchen has been inundated with international food staples. If I never see beans and rice again, it will be too soon.

“Do you have any idea when he may respond with a decision?”

Javier shrugs. “When he’s ready.”

That tells me a lot.

I adjust my shirt collar and check my watch.

“Going somewhere?” he asks a little too interested. It makes me suspicious. But then again, everything Javier says or does makes me suspicious.