Owned(16)

I’m going to attempt to be gentle. I don’t exactly do gentle. But I can try for Ellie’s sake.

“Tell me again that you want me to touch you.” I kiss the inside of her thigh.

Ellie closes her eyes and grips the plush rug.

“I want you to touch me.” Her voice is raspy from fighting back tears.

“I have wanted you for so long.” And now that I have her, I’m going to make sure I bury myself so deep inside her, the only thing she’ll feel, taste, smell, breathe, or even think about is me. I know I’ve said I want her obedience, and her submission, and her body, but what I want most of all is her mind. I want to cloud it, consume it, rule over it. Have her thoughts only be of me. I never knew how deep my affections for Ellie ran until the night of Mark’s party. That first small kiss sparked it all. It ignited something between us, something that’s been smoldering ever since.

Ellie closes her eyes as I run one finger down her slit, shaking like a leaf as I circle the tip of my finger over her clit. Her body springs to life as I slide it inside her. She gasps, grabbing onto the rug tighter as I push all the way in. I finger her slow and deep, after a while adding a second digit then a third. She moans loudly, her body bowing from the pleasurable intrusion.

I drop my head and suck her clit between my teeth causing her to whimper. I love that sound. I’ve come to live for that sound.

I work my mouth while simultaneously fucking her with my fingers. I know what she likes. I know what gets her off. She writhes beneath me, flexing her hips, begging for more. For a fleeting second I regret not tying her down. I withdraw my fingers and Ellie groans in protest. I crawl over her, licking my way up her body until we’re nose to nose, mouth to mouth. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

She’s panting and flushed, the fear evident in her smoky green eyes. But there’s also something more, something dark and desirous.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I grab her by the collar and yank, pulling her face to mine. I kiss her hard, forcing her mouth open, giving her no choice but to accept my tongue. I plunge in deeply and swirl it all around, sucking the oxygen right out of the room. Then I shove her back down. My need spiraling.

“Stay still.”

I spread her legs wider with my hands and Ellie emits an uncomfortable sound. Then I line the head of my cock up to her entrance and tease her with shallow thrusts. Her pussy tightens, begging for more. I slide into her, taking her all at once. She sighs insufferably as a tear trickles down her cheek. I lean in and lick it off.

I’ll swallow every salty emotion she sheds tonight.

Taking her wrists I pin her down, fucking her as slow and as leisurely as I can. As controlled as my body will allow.

“How do I feel?” I ask as I thrust.

“Big,” she responds, her fists clenching.

I chuckle not expecting that response.

She starts to shift. “Kayne—”

“Keep those fucking legs open. And no talking. Unless you’re asking permission to come.” I grit my teeth. The Dom is never far. It’s a ramification of this life.

She obeys, crying a little harder. I hold her wrists tighter as I lick her face.

“Cry all you need. It won’t be the last time,” I tell her as I pump into her harder. Her pussy tight and wet, constricting around me. I nearly see stars.

Ellie’s breathing speeds up, becoming erratic and disjointed, as our hips clash together.

“Please, may I come?!” she erupts. Her eyes are screwed shut, her body is tense.

I want to say no, but I’ll be nice. Tonight, Ellie needs nice.

“Come, baby. Come as many times as you need.”

She lets go as soon as I consent. A flood of warm heat saturates my cock as she clamps down around me. Fuck, Ellie feels better than I could have ever imagined, could have ever conjured in my wildest dreams.

She cries out, struggling against me as her orgasm tears her apart. I watch transfixed as her face strains in ecstasy, her breasts swell, and nipples harden. I suck one into my mouth during the height of her pleasure and another little ripple of arousal washes over me. The sensation makes me crazy. Makes me crave blood.

Her body gives out as soon as her tremors subside.

“Turn over,” I order. Ellie immediately rolls onto her stomach. I pull her hips up, forcing her on all fours then slam into her, burying myself to the hilt.

“Oh!” she screams. My desire has me drunk, lustful, and unrepentant. I beat into her, holding on tight, sprinting after my orgasm.

“Who do you belong to, Ellie?”

“You,” she strains.

I grab her collar, fucking her harder.

“If I tell you to spread your legs for me, what do you say?

“Yes, Kayne.”

“If I tell you to bend over so I can fuck you, what do you say?

“Yes, Kayne.”

“What do I want?” I ask as my climax circles like a cyclone.

“My obedience. My submission. My body.”

I have all three. I pull out right before I explode and come all over her abused ass. The crop marks still red and fresh. I love it.

I drop back, panting wildly once the oscillating sensations subside and drink Ellie in on all fours.

MINE.

“Lie down,” I command. She slides forward onto her stomach, stretching out like a tired little kitten. My tired little kitten.

I crawl over her. “Did I hurt you?”

She looks up at me. Her eyes are red and her cheeks are puffy.

“No.”

“Are you telling me the truth, or what you think I want to hear?”

She bites her lip. “It hurt a little. You’re big.”

I hold back a grin. Her response just stroked my ego. Big time.

“I don’t ever want you to lie to me, understand? If I ask you a question, tell me the truth.”

She nods, pressing her cheek into the plush white rug. I kiss her softly on the corner of her mouth then grab the towel on the floor next to the bed. I wipe my come off her ass then pull her to her feet. She stands like she’s supposed to, with her head bowed. Just like I trained her to. It’s arousing and odious all at the same time. I draw her face up. “Mine, Ellie.”

“Yes, Kayne,” she answers, and my insides go berserk. I will never get tired of hearing her say that.

I walk over to the armoire and open the intricately decorated doors with Ellie standing where I left her. I grab what I’m looking for, and then return to the center of the room.

“Look at me.”

Ellie lifts her head. I unlock the thick black training collar and remove it from her neck.

“I don’t have to wear it anymore?” Her voice pitches.

“No. Not that one.” I drop it on the floor.

Her face falls. I lift the new collar to show her. This one is less harsh, more feminine. With rhinestones. It also has a padded inside so it won’t rub uncomfortably against her skin. I slide it around her neck and lock it in place. I yank her forward by it and give her a kiss. “I like you collared, baby. I like you naked. I like you mine.”



I STAY WITH ELLIE UNTIL she falls asleep.

It seemed wrong to just leave after the night she had. I didn’t exactly know what to do with myself once I put her to bed. Should I lie down with her? Sit next to her? Hold her? Holding her seemed a little too close for comfort. Although, if I had to choose, it would be option number three. But I can’t cross that line. For all our sakes. An arm’s length is where I have to keep her. Owner/pet. Master/slave. That is as far as the relationship can go.

Sitting in the chair at the table, I watch as she drifts off. The moonlight shining through the wagon wheel window is illuminating her face, highlighting the streaks of tears running down her cheeks. The rhinestones on her new collar reflecting off the light every time she shifts.

Beautiful is too inferior a word to describe Ellie. Inside and out. Even when she’s crying, she’s the most captivating thing on the face of the Earth. At least to me. I could watch her sleep for hours. Watch her move and laugh and come apart in my arms. She’s mine.

Once her breathing levels off and she’s sleeping peacefully, I silently slip out of the room.

I thought I had fucked all the murderous rage out of me, but as I walk down the dimly lit hallway, my fury returns.

My legs bring me to the exact place my brain forbids me to go. With extreme force I kick open the door to Javier’s room. The lock splinters straight through the wood. That felt good. I walk in to find Javier once again with Spice. He’s taken a pathological liking to her. It irks me. She looks too much like Ellie. Same green eyes and brown hair. It heightens the turmoil blistering beneath my skin. I grab the switchblade out of my pocket and pop the knife as I stalk toward Javier. His black eyes widen, and then turn hard. He’s not afraid of me. He should be. I slam him up against the wall next to the bed. “Next time you decide to stick your dick where it doesn’t belong, I’ll cut your nut sack open and watch your balls fall to the floor.” I dig the tip of the blade into his crotch. He goes up on his toes. “This is my fucking house. You will respect me and my girls.

“Vivas bajo mi techo, obedeces mis reglas. Comprende?”

You live under my roof, you obey my rules. Understand?

Javier sneers, staring me down. “I obey no one.”

This is an all-around dicey situation. One wrong move or one wrong word and I could fuck everything up. All the years of hard work and money spent. All the sacrifices and all the lies, good for nothing.