“Are you hungry?”
Honestly, no. So much for giving him what he wants.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer.
“Good girl.” He snaps my underwear.
Kayne unhooks me from the headboard and leads me by my leash to the table. He sits with the chair facing out, his legs spread wide. “Kneel.”
I drop in front of him. Then he begins to feed me from his hand. “Open.”
I open my mouth and he slips a piece of steak inside. I chew. It’s cooked perfectly and tastes delicious. Then he scoops some mashed potatoes onto one finger. I open my mouth again and suck them off. He feeds me like this until almost everything on the plate is gone.
“Enough.” His voice is gruff and thick with lust. The bulge in his pants straining against his zipper.
“Lie down.” I lie at his feet. Just how I’m supposed to. Minutes tick by, as he gazes at me on the floor, feasting on every naked inch of my body with his mesmerizing eyes.
“Stand,” he commands. So I do. He loves to boss me around. Kayne continues to drink me in as I stand before him. My bare breasts on display. The stiletto boots giving me four extra inches of height.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he admires darkly. Something inside me twinges. “Pull your underwear down your thighs.”
With shaky hands and erratic breaths, I obey. Once my panties are where he wants them, Kayne runs his large hands over my body, feeling my curves, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass. He moans with satisfaction. Then traces his fingers over my hipbones, down to the middle of my thighs. When he inserts his thumb into me, I wince and moan all at the same time. He’s menacingly quiet as he fingers me, concentrating solely on my face. His stare is burdensome, but I endure it as I let the effect of his ministrations play out on my face. After a few heat-induced minutes, he withdraws his thumb and replaces it with his middle finger. It’s only a few seconds before he smears my wetness away from my pussy, and up toward my ass. I gasp. “Shhh.” He grabs onto one of my legs with his free hand steadying me. “Remember when I told you I was an ass man?”
“Yes.” I tremble.
He slowly sinks his thumb back inside me as his middle finger works its way into my button hole. I tense, remembering how the butt plug felt. Full and intrusive. Kayne’s finger is twice as long.
“Relax, Ellie.” Kayne tries to pacify me as his finger sinks steadily into my tight little entrance.
The intrusion bites, but every now and again the pain subsides and I’m shocked with a small amount of pleasure. It takes a few slow minutes, but his entire finger finally makes its way deep inside me.
I feel so full as Kayne proceeds to simultaneously fuck my pussy and my ass with his thumb and middle finger. His thrusts are relentless. I start to shake as an orgasm builds so hot inside of me, I fear I might turn to ash.
“Do you like the way I touch you, Ellie?” I want to say no just to be spiteful. But I reply the way I should.
“Yes, Kayne.”
“You know I’m going to fuck you here.” He pushes hard into my behind. It hurts; heavenly pleasure mixed with hellish pain.
“Yes, Kayne.” I’m panting now, my climax is so close.
“Don’t you dare come.” He works his hand faster, harder. I’m going to crumble.
“Kayne, please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“Please.” I can barely say the words.
“You want to come baby?
“Yes, please.” I breathe heavily.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you until you come.”
I swallow hard. I’ve never talked like that before.
“Say it, Ellie.”
“I want you to fuck me until I come.” My voice is a whisper.
“You’ll have to do better than that, kitten.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and frustrated. “You need to learn to control your urges. And you’re going to have to start talking dirty, baby. I like it.” He leans over and sucks my clit. I nearly die.
“What do you say when I tell you to bend over so I can fuck you?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl. Turn around and grab your ankles.” I obey his command like the good little pet I agreed to be. I turn, bend, and grab my ankles. My leg muscles scream. Kayne gets up and moves around the room. In this position, I can’t see what he’s doing, leaving me raging with anticipation and an overdose of fear. He could have taken me as soon as I bent over, but instead he’s shuffling around the room. I tremble from the need and the unknown. When Kayne returns he grabs my hips, and grinds his hard-on firmly against me. I moan. So does he. Then he bends and grabs the chain dangling from my collar. He winds it around my right ankle and locks it in place. Holy shit. Then he attaches another chain to my collar, mirroring his actions on the other ankle. I can’t stand up straight. He’s literally restrained me bent over. I start to hyperventilate. “Kayne?”
“Shush, Ellie. You look fucking amazing like this.” He slaps my ass, and I have no choice but to accept the pain. I’m trapped. I can’t lift my head, and every time I try the chains restrict me. I hear him undo his zipper, and see his trousers drop to the floor. My hearts is fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. “Relax.” He rubs my backside gently. Then he slaps me again. My whole being tenses.
“I thought no more punishments.” I grit my teeth.
“Only if you behave. And spanking isn’t off the table completely.” He hits my bare behind hard again. I clench my teeth. I didn’t realize there was fine print on our agreement. “Mouth closed, legs open.” He rubs the head of his erection against my entrance. “My sexy girl. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Kayne.”
“That’s right, baby, all mine. No one else’s.” He slips his cock inside me. Taking my body quickly, inch by combustible inch. In this position he’s able to get deeper than he did last night. He fills and stretches me to my breaking point. “Kayne” I whimper, as he completely controls my body.
“How do I feel baby?”
“Big.”
He laughs. “Any other description you want to use?” He pumps easily, my muscles tightening around him involuntarily. “I think I feel good. You’re squeezing the shit out of me.” He digs his fingers into my hips as he starts to move faster.
“Fuck you’re so wet, so tight.” I’m completely at Kayne’s mercy, bent over with my black lacy panties around my thighs, my legs spread wide and my collar chained to my ankles. He tied me up like he owns me, because he does.
He relentlessly slides in and out, hitting my core in the same spot over and over. My orgasm burning brightly within me. “Kayne,” I moan insufferably as our hips clash together.
“Ask permission.” He slams into me ruthlessly. “Ask me if you can come.”
Desperate for the release, I do. “Please, can I come!?”
“I own you, Ellie; don’t forget that.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer willingly, trying to keep my orgasm from ripping me to shreds.
“Come, baby. Right fucking now.”
And I do. As soon as permission is granted I let go, becoming nothing but sensation, and Kayne’s living, breathing sex toy. My climax nearly buckles my knees. But Kayne’s tight grip keeps me upright. I suck in air greedily as he pounds away at me, finally finding his own release. He pulls out and ejaculates on my ass, moaning and groaning as he spurts hot come all over my backside. My legs are screaming, my pussy is throbbing, and I’m pretty sure Kayne left fingerprints on my hips.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he sighs, the physical gratification evident in his voice. I guess I should feel flattered, but all I feel like is a dolled-up pretzel, twisted for his pleasure.
After a minute, I feel him wipe himself off me with the cloth napkin from dinner.
How chivalrous.
He then walks around and drops to his knees right in front of me, breathing hard. He lifts my chin with one finger, the chains restricting how far I can look up.
“You’re fucking incredible.” He’s just full of compliments tonight. “I’m going to keep you forever.” He kisses me chastely. The word forever rocks my existence. I almost burst into tears. Then he unlocks the chains around my ankles. “Go clean up.” I stand up straight, my muscles in agony. I walk into the bathroom and wipe away the arousal dripping down my leg. That’s when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face is red, my hair is a mess, and both chains are still dangling from my collar. I don’t know what to make of myself. Only one word fits. Whore. Kayne’s whore.
“Ellie,” Kayne summons me.
Fuck.
I clean up quickly then hurry back into the bedroom and stand in front of him.
“Go to bed,” he orders. I crawl onto the mattress. Kayne’s fully dressed and jingling a set of keys in his hand. The keys that can liberate me.
“How do you feel?” he asks as I kneel in front of him.
“Tired.”
“That was only the beginning.”
I inhale a steadying breath. “Beginning of what?”
“Your new life.” He removes one of the chains from my collar, and then shackles the remaining one back to the headboard. A puppy played with then put back on her leash. He yanks me toward him and kisses me brutally on the mouth. My lips swell he sucks so hard. “Fucking all mine. Stay kneeling until I leave.”