“Kayne, please may I come!” I cry out as my orgasm breaks loose.
“No,” he denies me.
“Kayne, please!” I beg as he picks up his rhythm, as if trying to drive me mad.
“I have to come!”
“Don’t you dare.” He slams so deep inside me that I implode, losing all control.
I feel him everywhere, through every cell and every synapse in my body. The extreme release is heaven sent. Then, right in the middle of my highest peak, he pulls out, deflating the rigorous orgasm that threatened to destroy me.
“No, why!” I collapse, nearly crying.
“Because I didn’t give you permission.” He yanks on the chain. I want to murder him. I’ve never felt so high then crash so low in my entire life.
“Lie down,” he growls. I drop to my side, my body quivering from the starved arousal still snaking its way through my system. “Bad girl.” He spanks me hard. The sensations inside me rattle. He pushes me onto my stomach while the sounds of exaggerated sex still fill the room. His breathing increases from behind me, and I immediately recognize the sound. He’s jerking off. A few hellish moments later, he comes on my ass. I feel the spurts and hear his grunts all at the same time. I’m livid as my core throbs, demanding what he just afforded himself.
“Stay.” His voice is hard and for some reason it makes me feel ashamed. Why?
“Go to bed,” he instructs after he wipes himself off of me. I lift myself up off the floor.
“I don’t remember granting you permission to stand,” he snaps. He’s being so mean!
I glance at him over my shoulder before I sink back down onto all fours. He eyes my every move with a cold expression. I crawl across the room toward the bed. Then climb on it once I reach it. If I had a tail, it’d be between my legs. I kneel on the mattress as Kayne stalks into the table of torture room. My anxiety spikes. God only knows what he’s getting out of there. He returns with a pair of handcuffs.
“Lie down.”
I lie on my back.
“Put your hands over your head.”
I put my hands up, never taking my eyes off him. He cuffs me to the vining iron. “So you can’t touch yourself,” he informs me.
My eyes water. Cruel bastard. He repositions my leash after that, locking it to the front of my collar then securing it back to the headboard.
Shackled doesn’t even begin to describe me.
Kayne gets dressed, shoving his legs into his pants and jerking his brown pinstripe button up over his head.
He then comes to stand over me. “This is a lesson, kitten. I control your pleasure.” He circles the tip of his finger around my inflamed clit. I push my hips off the bed and moan insufferably. I need to come so bad, my head is pounding and my body is shaking.
“Kayne, please,” I beseech one last time.
“Sorry, Ellie, you have to learn. Would you rather I whip you instead?”
“No.” I shake my head vigorously. He did this on purpose just to torment me. Punishment in one form or another.
He leaves me with my suffering and the porn still playing on the TV.
I SIT IN THE SHADOWS of my office, monitoring the security feed.
The house is quiet this time of night. Most everyone is asleep, except for Ellie. My frisky little kitten. She’s squirming uncomfortably handcuffed to her bed. I know she’s achy and miserable, just as she should be. Orgasm control, or denial in this case, is a fundamental technique used to bond dominant and submissive. Or with us, Master and slave. It creates intense arousal and physiological need. Need only I can fulfill.
It’s close to sunrise when I catch Spice leaving Javier’s room on one of the monitors. She’s crying, naked, and has whip marks all over her back. They look above and beyond the normal sexual role play. Son of a bitch is at it again. I stand, about to go to her, when Jett steps onto the feed. I swear, if I didn’t know any better, he was waiting outside that door all night. I watch as he gently puts his arm around her and she melts against him, sobbing as they walk off the screen. He has a way with women I will never understand. Each and every one in this house adores him. Me, they respect. But him? It’s just different.
I catch Ellie jerking and rubbing her thighs together on screen. She’s in agony.
So much for not becoming the one thing I’m fighting against. I may not pour hot wax all over her body, or whip or beat her until she’s bleeding, but I am torturing her in my own way.
I run my hands through my hair and groan. Time to go see my kitten. I love what I’m doing to her and I hate it. I know it’s wrong even when it feels so right, so good, and is so irresistible.
The sounds of explosive sex and Ellie’s heavy breathing circle the darkness as I sneak into her room. The dawn hasn’t quite peaked over the horizon, so the only light present is the glare from the television. It doesn’t offer much illumination considering the large expanse of the room.
“Please, please, please,” Ellie begs once she sees me. “I’ll control it. I’ll learn to control it.”
“Shhh.” I pet her head, then shrug off my clothes. It never fails, one look at Ellie chained up wearing my collar, and my arousal roars to life. I don’t even need to touch her. I grab the key to the handcuffs off the nightstand and crawl onto the bed, situating myself right between Ellie’s welcoming knees. “Don’t move,” I instruct as I release her hands. She grabs onto the white iron as I remove the handcuffs. “Need me, baby?” I ask while she whimpers feebly.
“Yes,” she responds with choppy breaths.
“Say it. Say you need me, Ellie.” I hoist her hips up.
“Kayne, I need you.” As soon as the sentence leaves her lips I drive my cock into her as deep as it can go.
“Ahh!” Her body twists with ecstasy as she grips the iron, her muscles clamping down around me like a metal trap.
“Shit,” I grind out, but don’t move as I succumb to the need of her body. Ellie is squirming desperately, but I steady her with a firm hold on her waist. “I want you to touch yourself.”
Ellie stills, staring at me like I just told her to jump off a cliff without a parachute.
“Touch myself?”
“Come on, kitten.” I encourage her with a tiny thrust. The way she moans you’d think I was fucking her mercilessly. All in good time.
“I’ve never done that before,” she squeaks out.
“Really? Never?” I question her.
She shakes her head.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” I reach for her hand and bring it to my lips. I suck two of her fingers into my mouth, making sure to get them nice and wet, then place them over her swollen clit. Ellie tenses. “Come on, baby, touch yourself. It will turn me on,” I encourage her.
“You’re already turned on.” She sucks in a deep breath. I pinch her ass cheek.
“Oh!”
“Remember who you’re talking to, kitten.”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl. Now, I want to watch you make yourself come.” I rock my hips and Ellie nearly fragments.
It takes several long seconds, but she finally starts to massage herself. Her movements are vapid at first, but after a few minutes, she closes her eyes and begins to explore herself with some enthusiasm. I watch and feel every gesture as her fingers slide easily between her wet folds and around her sensitive clit. She quickly finds a rhythm she likes and her breathing takes off, as does mine. Fuck, she feels amazing. I hold on to Ellie tightly, making sure to subdue her jerky hip movements so that all her pleasure is contained between her legs. She’s so close, panting hard while rubbing herself into an orgasm.
“Please may I come?” she nearly cries, her face tight with sexual tension.
“Yes, come, now.” I’m close to combusting myself. My heart rate spikes, as she crunches up and makes herself come all over my cock. So fucking good. As soon as Ellie drops down on to the bed, I cover her with my body. She’s somewhere far away as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. The sounds of over-the-top sex still constantly streaming from the TV. I begin to rock, pulling all the way out then driving as deep as I can back in. She moans emphatically as I work both our bodies.
Ellie feels like nothing else in this world. Soft, wet, warm, and all fucking mine. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Fuck, Ellie, your pussy is so sweet.” I thrust my hips as my climax intensifies, Ellie’s muscles squeezing all the blood to the head of my erection, making me crazy.
“Open those fucking legs,” I nearly snarl. Ellie immediately drops her knees and spreads her thighs. I fasten my arm underneath her back as I piston into her.
I lose all control being with Ellie, feeling her bare skin flush against mine, and her soaking wet pussy engulfing every inch of my rock hard cock. The sensations skyrocket my body and my mind.
It consumes me, changes me.
“Kayne!” She cries my name, and I know just what she needs. The exact same thing I do. To come.
“Ellie, let go. Let go and come with me.”
She flutters her eyes open and for a split second just stares. The look is invasive. I feel it permeate all the way to my soul. My rhythm dies down, and I slide in and out painstakingly slow.
“Ohhhh ...” Ellie closes her eyes, bows her body, snaps her head back, and comes. Every single inch of me hums as she saturates me with her arousal, and for the first time in my life the euphoric look on a woman’s face spurs me to break. I still at the tail end of Ellie’s orgasm, my whole existence screeching to a grinding halt as I spill inside her. My entire body is ablaze and Ellie is the cause of the inferno. I drop down on top of her once the ensnaring sensations let go and wrap her in my arms. What the fuck is happening to me? She feels so perfect, so right, like she really is meant solely for me. An unnamed emotion suddenly surges within me and I grab her by the collar.