Owned(17)

But at the moment I just don’t give a fuck. All I know is if Javier ever lays a hand on Ellie again, the whole compound is going to go up in smoke. “It doesn’t look like you have much of a choice at the moment.” I twist the knife deeper.

Javier’s mouth curves up into a taut deranged smile, despite the compromising position I have him in. “You amuse me, amigo.”

“Glad to know I’m good for something.”

“You’re good for many things,” he says cryptically.

“Stay away from what’s mine,” I warn one last time, then shove myself away him. I cut Spice loose, she’s bound and gagged and has been whimpering the whole time. Javier tied her up so tightly to the four poster bed she’s suspended over the mattress. Her wrists are rubbed raw from the abrasive rope and there’s hot red wax drizzled all over her body. Both of her nipples are completely covered. It looks like the poor girl is bleeding to death. She scrambles up once she’s free and rushes out of the room. Fear and relief are both evident in her eyes. She doesn’t even bother to remove the ball gag stretching her mouth. My heart lurches. If I hadn’t walked in, who knows what else he might have done.

“You cut my fish loose.”

“Your gaming privileges have been revoked. No more playtime for you. You’ve had your fun.” The words feel like battery acid burning my tongue. Ellie’s horrified face flashes in front of me. It’s an image that has been permanently branded into my brain.

“I don’t like boundaries, amigo.”

“I don’t like you,” I spit.

I leave Javier’s room after that, praying to almighty God I didn’t just destroy everything I’ve worked the last six years for. I don’t stop walking until I reach the gym. I lift my hands, not even bothering with gloves, and pound away, seeing Javier’s face every time my fist connects with the punching bag.





I WAKE UP ON A bare mattress.

The sheets and comforter are still on the floor and I am back on my leash. My legs hurt, and so does my core. I think this kind of pain is something I’ll need to get used to. I handed myself over last night. My obedience, my submission, and my body. I am officially Kayne’s. Officially owned.

I huddle into a ball and shiver, but not because I’m cold. Because I’m numb. The image of evil black eyes haunt me. What if Kayne hadn’t come in when he did? What if ... I push the crippling, abominable thought away. There’s no point in what-ifs. That’s what my mother always says. I miss my family terribly. Just the thought of them fragments my pain and loneliness further. I can’t imagine what they’re going through—not knowing where I am, if I’m dead or alive.

What would they think if they found out I was owned?

I fight back the tears, put my loved ones in a box, and shove it into the darkest depths of my mind. I need to be strong, and missing my family makes me weak. Makes me vulnerable. I have to survive.

I try not to think. I try not to feel. I’m alone, and my existence is abhorrent.

I concentrate solely on something small. The need to pee. I hope Jett comes soon.

I look around my prison cell and idle thoughts take over. Is this where I’ll live forever? Will I ever be able to go outside again? Will I always be a dog chained to the bed? A sexual object, to use as he pleases. Before I’m sucked into a rabbit hole of despair, the door opens. I jump to my knees, never knowing if it’s Kayne or not. And now that I officially belong to him, I have to act accordingly. A little piece of my hope dies.

“Heel, it’s just me.” I relax my body and lift my head. Tears streaming down my face.

“Don’t cry.” Jett embraces me. “It’s going to be okay. How do you feel?” he asks as he unlocks the chain from my new collar. There’s no fun, lighthearted banter today.

“Numb, abused. Confused.”

“I could kill that shithead for laying a finger on you.”

“Kayne or the other guy?” I sniff.

Jett’s lip twitches. “Nice to know you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”

“Someone told me I need to be strong.” I look up at him drained of life.

He hugs me. “You’re rising to the occasion.”

“I feel like I’m falling apart.”

“You’re not alone. You can talk to me about whatever you want. You can cry, you can let it all out.”

I take him up on his offer. I melt into Jett and sob, crying every single sickening emotion out. Every one I tried and failed miserably to suppress. Jett just holds me for as long as I need and after what feels like a lifetime’s worth of tears, I pull myself together.

“That’s a girl.” Jett pats me. “Let’s get you cleaned up. A hot shower and something sinful for lunch will make you feel better.”

“How sinful?” I look up at him with puffy eyes.

He leers. “Something a priest can’t even forgive you for.”

I smile weakly.

Jett removes my collar. “Sparkly new jewelry,” he comments offhandedly.

“It’s definitely more comfortable than the other one.” I rub my neck.

“Prettier too.”

I pee, take a long shower, and eat the most decadent lunch I’ve ever had in my life; a giant portion of crème Brulee French toast with a side of vanilla ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup. After that, I just stare at myself in the mirror for most of the day. Who is this girl I’ve become? I still have the same eyes and nose and hair. Except now I’m someone’s sex slll ... pleasure kitten. I can’t even bring myself to use the other term.

“Time to go back on your leash.” Jett pops his head into the bathroom, vaporizing my scattered thoughts. “You’ve been in here all day.”

I frown.

“I laid your clothes out. Kayne will be here soon. Wear your hair up, it’s a mess.” He winks.

With a heavy heart, I pull my long, light brown hair up into a loose bun. It’s sort of sexy with tendrils falling down around my face. I wonder briefly if Kayne will like it. Why do you care!?

My ‘clothes’ consist of a pair of black, lace-trimmed boy shorts, knee-high stiletto boots, and my collar. That’s it. I don’t think I’ll ever wear real clothes again. I slip on the underwear and boots, right after Jett secures my new neck jewelry. Then back on my chain I go. “You look sexy enough to eat,” Jett comments once I’m perched back on my bed.

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome. We need to work on makeup with you though.”

I raise my eyebrows. I never was one for makeup. A little mascara and some blush. I’m even less inclined since I’ve been here.

“Tomorrow.” Jett taps me on the nose. “I’ll be back with dinner later.”

He closes the door to my prison, leaving me alone to just wait. Minutes tick by. I fiddle with my hands, the chain, and the collar.

I can only so go far. To the edge of the bed is all my leash allows. I shift this way and that, nervously, curious about how tonight will play out. Kayne has full range of me now. What will he do?

I stare mindlessly at my new bedding. I like it, despite the circumstances. It’s all shimmery creams and sparkly whites with matching decorative throw pillows. It looks like I’m sitting on a cloud of diamonds. It makes me think of Mark and how he used to call me his magic glitter in high heels. I push the thought away and place him in the box with the rest of my loved ones. I miss him too much. I miss them all too much.

The lock clicks and I bound onto my knees like I’m supposed to. Like a good girl. An obedient girl. An owned girl.

I see Kayne’s shoes in front of me as I keep my head down and my hands on my thighs. My heart hammering in my chest. He stands there for what seems like an eternity. My back starts to cramp.

“Hello, kitten, how was your day?” he finally asks.

“Fine, Kayne,” I answer like I’m supposed to.

“Look at me.” I sweep my head up and look directly into his crystal blue eyes.

“How was your day? Answer honestly.”

I frown. “I was lonely. And I feel conflicted.” I tear my gaze away from him.

“Honesty, Ellie. I always want honesty. It will get easier. I promise.” He runs one finger softly under my chin. “You’re beautiful.”

I blush, still not looking at him. Does he mean that or does he say it just to play with my mind?

Kayne pulls at my collar bringing me up onto my knees and cups one of my breasts, massaging it gently.

My heart beats wildly. I flashback to last night. My legs still ache from being spread so wide. My lips tender from being kissed so hard. “On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you?” He hooks one finger into my panties and peeks down inside.

“Six,” I answer, holding perfectly still.

“I’d prefer four, but six is fuckable.”

My pulse races. I remind myself that I handed my body over to him. Freely and willingly. It’s his to do with as he pleases. Whatever that may be. Before Kayne has a chance to pounce on me, Jett appears with dinner. He walks through the room with a large platter covered by a silver dome. He places it on the table by the window then leaves without a word. The door clicks behind him and my heart is suddenly in my throat. I stare at Kayne, and he stares back at me. His eyes are roaring with some unnamed desire. My stomach flips.