“I want you to understand something.” She looks up at me with a penetrating stare. “Every morsel of food you eat, every breath of air you take is because of me. Because I allow it.” Her eyes widen. “You live because of me. You live for me. Remember that when you fall asleep with my come inside you.”
Ellie focuses on me silently. A mountain of power shifting between us.
“Yes, Kayne,” she succumbs, and suddenly so do I. I kiss her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips for a few elongated minutes, lulling her to relax. She inhales a deep breath with her eyes closed on the brink of falling asleep. I, on the other hand, feel like I can run a marathon. The beast is pacing inside me, like a caged animal demanding to be set free. Once never seems to be enough when it comes to Ellie. I want her all night and every second the shrouded darkness can afford us. I’m wildly tempted to fuck her again, but I don’t. Instead, I withdraw from her gingerly just before she dozes off. She winces then frowns, tightening her arms. She’s so close to passing out that I wonder if she even realizes she did it. On some absurd level I convince myself she really wants me to stay. Keep dreaming dickhead.
I lie wrapped in Ellie’s arms a little longer than I should. For the first time in my life, I want to stay tangled in a woman’s embrace. In Ellie’s embrace. What would it be like to fall asleep next to her? To wake up and have her be there instead of an empty side of the bed. It’s such a dangerous curiosity on all accounts, but compulsory all on its own. It spurs me to remove Ellie’s arms from my neck and climb off the mattress. I can’t get close. I shouldn’t get close.
I turn off the television then dress quietly; all the while watching my kitten sleep. What is she doing to me? She’s affecting me in ways I don’t understand. Burrowing herself deep within a part of me that I never knew existed.
I grab the door handle with one last glance at Ellie’s sleeping form; naked and vulnerable, yet passionate and strong. Everything she is, is everything I’ll never be.
With all the will I have, I open the door to leave and run right smack into Jett. It’s early morning now, and I know he’s come to check on her. He looks at me with questioning eyes as he tries to slip past me into her room.
“Let her sleep,” I say authoritatively as I step into the hallway, closing the door behind me. It clicks, locking her inside.
“Is she okay?” Jett asks concerned.
“She’s fine.” I think. Jett gazes at me impassively. I know he wants to check on her. I also know she needs her rest. It’s been a long night for everyone.
“How’s Spice?” I ask.
Jett responds with a pissed off expression. “She’s been better.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” He folds his him arms crossly. This living situation sucks for all of us.
I sigh as I settle myself against Ellie’s thick wooden door.
“Going to stand there all day?” Jett asks irritably.
I shrug. “Maybe.”
Probably.
I’m just not ready to leave her yet.
I’VE TAKEN UP READING, BECAUSE really what else do I have to do when Jett isn’t stretching me into next week with yoga or Kayne isn’t tying me up and fucking me into oblivion. I’m particularly intrigued—but mostly disturbed—by my current title. Almost all of the dirty adult books on the shelf are mindless sex stories. If you need to get in the mood you read one of those, but this one is different. It’s about a girl who was abducted at a young age and sold into sexual slavery to numerous buyers. To say it doesn’t strike a chord would be lying. The thought of Kayne selling me never occurred to me until this very moment. It’s a terrifying realization. I’m an object, not a person. My rights and identity have been stripped away and my sole purpose for living is to serve another. I haven’t forgotten Kayne’s assertion You live because of me. You live for me. A chill runs down my spine. I want to take the book and chuck it across the room, but I keep my head and continue reading, morbidly engrossed in this girl’s horrific story of rape, torture, and forced servitude. She addresses all of her owners as Master. It’s creepy. I thank God for small favors that Kayne doesn’t make do that.
I read until Jett comes back into the room, close to dusk.
“Evening, sweet thing.”
“Hi.” I curl my knees up to my chest on the mattress. Not because I’m embarrassed of being naked, but because of the conflicting feelings running rampant inside of me. My mind knows this is all wrong, but my body doesn’t care. It’s ready for its fix.
Jett takes my book and places it back on the shelf then returns to the bed. He hooks one end of the listless chain back onto my collar and then commands me to drop.
I look at him strangely before I crawl into the position. Completely naked. This is new.
“Good girl.” Jett uncoils my leash out from under me.
“No panties?” I ask, my voice elevating.
“Not tonight, Kayne requested you completely naked. And just like this.”
I’m on my stomach with my knees pulled up to my chest and my hands over my head. It looks like I’m worshipping a shrine. It reminds me of my first obedience lesson. I shudder.
“When will he be here?” I ask with my face against the sheet.
“I don’t know, Ellie, but stay like that until he comes in.” I nod slightly.
“See you in the morning, sweet thing.”
Jett leaves and it’s just me and my thoughts in a compromising position. I’m not alone long. I hear the door click and immediately the room is engulfed with Kayne’s dominant presence. My insides quiver.
“Hey, beautiful.” He caresses my back and kisses my shoulder. “How was your day?”
“Jett made me do more yoga.” I speak into the mattress.
“Good. Limbering you up for me.” He spanks me lightly. I tense.
“Apparently.”
“I want you as flexible as possible so I can bend you whichever way I want.” He drops a soft kiss on the ass cheek he just smacked. In this position, I am overly exposed.
“You look to fucking die for like this.”
He massages me in the same place he kissed me. “Ellie, I want to warn you up front. Tonight is going to be intense.” He rubs his already erect cock against me.
“How intense?” I can barely utter the words. I’m already sick with anxiety and excited with arousal. I’m turning into a fucking whack job.
“You’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“What?” I go to lift my head but Kayne grabs my chain Jett left dangling between my legs, he never secured me to the headboard. My face is pressed firmly to the mattress as Kayne subdues me tight.
“You’re mine, Ellie,” he reminds me. “I can do to you as I please.” I squeeze my eyes shut and swallow the thick fear threatening to choke me. He’s going to hurt me.
He yanks my chain. “How do you reply?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I say hoarsely.
“Yes, Kayne, please fuck me.”
I repeat, “Yes, Kayne, please fuck me.” Tears threaten, but I hold them back. I need to be strong, even if I am scared out of my mind.
“Good girl.”
I want to slap him. I hope one day I get the chance.
Kayne drops something heavy onto the bed next to me; it bounces slightly on the mattress.
“Bring your hands down Ellie, put them by your sides.”
I immediately do what he says. Swiftly, he takes each of my wrists and clamps them down, as something cold and metal runs across the back of my legs.
“Kayne?” I say shaky.
“Shhh.” Then he takes my chain and secures it to the rod so I’m tied up tightly. I can’t lift my head because of the chain and I can’t move my legs or arms because of the cuffs and the bar. I’m scared shitless.
“Relax, Ellie.” Kayne starts rubbing my ass that’s now sticking high in the air. “You’re going to need to trust me. And you’re going to need to keep your body loose. The more you squirm and wriggle, the more uncomfortable you’ll become.”
More uncomfortable? Is that possible?
I can’t see Kayne behind me. So I have to rely on my other senses. I feel him brush against me as he takes off his shirt and I hear his zipper lower as he removes his pants. I suddenly feel his tongue against my pussy. I jump trying to snap my head up, but the chain restricts me, acting like a pulley, forcing my knees forward and jutting my ass further into the air. “Told you to hold still.”
Kayne begins licking me relentlessly, from the tip of my behind to the bottom of my clit. I’m soaking wet and dizzy with desire within a few short minutes. Then he takes his hands and spreads my ass cheeks as far as they can go, sliding his tongue into my little puckered hole. I shake uncontrollably.
I want to move.
I want more.
I want less.
I want the ache he’s commanding quelled. Now!
“I’m going to fuck you here, Ellie.”
I feel his warm breath brush against me. “I’m going to stretch you with my fingers then bury myself inside you. And that’s where I plan to stay. All night.” I tremble at his words, terrified of the pain. Recalling how he said I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.
“Kayne, please be gentle,” I beg in my shackles.