I shift around uncomfortably, anxious to get home and play with my kitten. I drop my head back, close my eyes, and dream up numerous ways I can make Ellie come. I get hard just thinking about how she tastes on my tongue. I can’t wait to see what she feels like on my cock. I wonder if tonight will be the night she finally gives in. I know she’s close, so damn close to being mine. The wait is nearly killing me.
I grab myself and stroke, trying to appease the arousal that is now a living, breathing beast ripping my insides apart.
“Driver!” I kick the back of his seat restlessly. “Hurry the fuck up!”
JETT DUBBED ME HIS BRUNETTE Barbie doll.
Once again he did my nails and straightened my hair.
He fed me ice cream for lunch and indulged me in mindless conversation. It was the least boring and least stressful day so far.
I watch the sun set through the large circular window diagonal from my bed. As soon as the first shred of night appears, I know he’ll be here.
I wait on my knees; impatiently, nervously.
Tonight I know I’m going to say yes. My mind has finally lost the war. It will be my descent into darkness. I’ll finally be his. I try not to think about what that means. All I know is that I need more. My body needs more. It’s becoming dependent, like a junkie hooked on drugs, jonesing for the unparalleled pleasure only Kayne can distribute. It’s my escape, my avoidance, my diversion to the reality at hand.
The door clicks and my body reacts, adrenaline rippling through me. I stay perfectly still as I listen to him approach. His footsteps sound different tonight. I flick my eyes up at the figure in front of me. It’s not Kayne. I snap my head to attention. The adrenaline previously rippling through me has turned into waves of dread. The man rakes over my naked body with cold black eyes and a twisted grin. I spring back, but he snatches my chain before I can get far. He drags me toward him sinisterly until my face is an inch from his.
“Señorita,” he growls. I recognize him then. He’s the man who showed up at Mark’s party.
“Kayne has to do a better job training his slave. If you were mine, your mouth would already be wrapped around my dick.” His accent is thick and his tone is menacing. This man is evil.
He unbuttons his pants with one hand. “No!” I push at him, struggling against the tight hold he has on the chain.
He laughs at me. “That word doesn’t exist in my world.”
He pulls me forward, forcing me to brace myself on the edge of the bed. I swipe at him with one hand spurring him to squeeze the collar until it’s choking me. I gasp for air as he brings the head of his penis to my lips.
“No!” I try to turn my head, but his hold is tight and too restrictive. Tears spring. When I try to fight, he chokes me harder. I wheeze and cough desperate for oxygen as tiny stars cloud my vision.
He lets up once I stop squirming, close to passing out.
“Bite me and I’ll beat you unconscious.” He grabs a fist full of my hair and shoves his cock so far into my mouth I gag.
Oh God, please no!
IT TAKES ME A MINUTE to register what I’m seeing.
Javier has Ellie bent over the edge of the bed by her collar.
“What the fuck!” I roar as he tosses her aside crying and covered in ... Oh for Christ’s sake.
“Your whore needs work,” he sneers.
I see fucking red. The whole room is bleeding crimson.
You can’t fucking kill him. Yet. I restrain myself as my heart tries to punch a hole straight through my chest.
“This fucking room is off-limits, and you know it.” I step forward with my fists clenched.
“Apparently not.” He zips his fly imperiously with that ridiculous smirk I want to smack right off his face.
Javier brushes past me, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to beat him into the floor. As soon as he slams the door, I bolt to Ellie. She looks like she’s in shock.
Our eyes meet for a fleeting moment then she loses it. “Unchain me!” she screams, sobbing irrepressibly. She yanks at her collar, then starts erratically wiping Javier’s come off her face and out of her hair. That fucking rat bastard. He’s dead.
I clumsily release the chain from her collar during her fit. As soon as she’s free, she darts into the bathroom and turns on the shower. My anger has reached volcanic proportions. I give Ellie a minute, because truthfully I need one myself. Then I follow her into the bathroom.
The muscle I forgot was in my chest cracks for the very first time in my life as I watch her scrub her face furiously under the water, bawling uncontrollably. My kitten. The crack fissures so deep it touches my soul.
That tortilla-eating motherfucker did this to make a point. To flex his superiority. To get to me. Cocksucker. I want to scream, but I don’t want to upset Ellie more than she already is, so I stuff my amplified emotions away and step into the shower with her, clothes and all. Ellie instinctively cowers away from me, still crying. Her face is red from scrubbing and her body hunched in shame. I thank God for the stream of water running down my face. It masks the tears falling from my eyes. This was never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to get to her. I thought if I kept her close, kept her captive, she’d be safe. I was wrong.
I hate being wrong.
It eats me alive.
So does her suffering.
I pull a defiant Ellie into my arms. She fights me tooth and nail, but I’m bigger and stronger, and she knows it. She submits, wilting against me. Her pain is palpable through her wretched sounds. It guts me.
In a fit of sudden rage, she balls her hands into fists and starts pounding on my chest. “You did this to me! You made me a whore!” Then her legs give out and she slumps into my arms.
“He was never supposed to touch you.” I hug her tightly. “You only belong to me.” I press my lips to her head. She cries some more and I just hold her until the tears subside. It feels like an agonizing eternity. The only thing reminding me we’re still alive is the feel of the scalding water and sound of the strong spray.
When Ellie finally looks up at me, it’s with dejected green eyes. It liquefies my soul. I drop my lips to hers, kissing her softly, trying to ease the pain, the shock, the after effect. She grabs at my face and kisses me fiercely, as if I’m the only lifeline she has left.
I tighten my arms around her and allow her into my mouth, giving her what she needs; my body and my newly functioning heart.
“I’m sorry, Ellie.” I find my balls. “I’m sorry he touched you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to stop him.” She blinks up at me naked, defenseless, and so utterly tempting. “I promise no one will ever hurt you again.” It’s a vow.
“Except you.” Her voice is small, but callous none the less.
Burn.
I drop my forehead to hers. “I won’t as long as you behave.”
“You promise?” She looks up at me with just her clouded eyes.
“Yes.”
“I’m trying,” she whispers weakly.
“I know. You’re a good girl.”
She closes her eyes as if surrendering. Giving up. Giving in. “Kayne, can you touch me?”
The question blindsides me.
“Is that what you want, Ellie?” I smooth my hand over her wet hair.
“Yes. Please. Take it all away.” She doesn’t even hesitate.
I would take every ounce of her suffering if I could.
I lift her face, brushing my thumb across her raw skin. Then I drop a light kiss against her lips. She darts her tongue out, and I know in that instance I have her. A butterfly trapped in my web. My web of lies, and my web of deception. My web of selfishness, because I’ve always wanted Ellie. And now I finally have her. She’s Mine.
I turn off the shower without a sound, pull Ellie’s listless body out, and then wrap her in a towel. When I lift her up and cradle her in my arms, she looks at me with hollow eyes. It feels like a piece of her spirit is broken, which is the last thing I ever wanted to happen.
In the bedroom I place her on her feet, and then strip the bed, sending the comforter and sheets flying to the floor. She’ll get new bedding tomorrow; that set is being burned. I dry her off in silence, skimming over her breasts and stomach, and rubbing between her thighs. Then I dry her hair, soaking up the droplets of water from scalp to tip. When I’m through, she’s left naked in front of me wearing only her collar. The thick leather around her neck makes me hard as fuck. It’s a symbol, a statement. It tells the world she belongs solely to me.
“Lie down,” I order. “On the carpet.” She steels herself, breathing heavily, and then walks to the center of the room.
“Look at me.” She turns and raises her head. She is so goddamn beautiful it hurts, with those sultry green eyes and light brown hair. “On your back. Spread your legs.”
Breathing erratically, she drops to her knees, and then lies on her back. Just like I taught her. My cock throbs. She props her feet up and opens her legs as wide as they can go. I nearly combust in my pants.
“Good girl.”
I stalk the seven steps it takes to get to her then unhook my belt, while standing above her. We never take our eyes off each other as I pull my wet shirt over my head and shed my pants. I’m completely naked, same as her.
I kneel down between her legs; her enticing little pussy wide open and on display. I moan deep and guttural in my throat as its soft pink folds call to me. Tease me. Tell me they’re finally mine.