I tow Ellie down the long corridor of doors. I put her in the very last room for a reason. I know she has questions, I know she’s remembering what she saw the last time she walked this hall and my threat to string her up and feed her to the wolves. That’s all it was too, a threat. I would never have done it. I would never let anyone else touch what’s mine.
The main staircase is a sweeping three-level butterfly affair made out of white, pink, and black marble. The decor at the mansion is over-the-top, ostentatious, and impressive. It’s supposed to be that way. The clientele who come here are top of the line, prestigious, and expect nothing less than luxury and complete and utter anonymity. I walk Ellie into the west wing and through a long, glass enclosed entryway that leads to the utmost back of the house. Once at the end, I unlock the lavishly decorated doors carved out of wood and push them open.
“Ellie, look up.” I jiggle her chain.
She raises her head and gasps. This is my favorite part of the mansion, a botanical garden that holds dozens upon dozens of exotic flowers and wild birds. We enter together and I watch as Ellie’s face lights up. I grab her hand and she jumps from the contact. Then she relaxes and gives me a small smile. It twists my heart. I stayed far away from Ellie for a reason. My life, my world, is dangerous. I never wanted to bring her into that. But when the opportunity presented itself, I couldn’t resist. Having her here these last few weeks, owning her, a slave to my bed, is my most vivid fantasy come to life. And, being the selfish bastard I am, I’m going to take advantage of every second I have with her. I’m going to push every limit, because when it’s over, I’m confident Ellie will never want to see me again.
“It’s not exactly paradise, but it comes damn close,” I say as we walk farther into the conservatory.
“I love it,” she replies as we stroll through a field of orchids sprouting purples, pinks, and whites out of the ground. Then she frowns and I know exactly what’s upset her. She still thinks she’ll never see paradise. She still thinks her freedom is gone. And for now, it is. I have to let her keep believing that. I squeeze her hand tighter as we make our way deeper into the gardens. Cranes dance by us and cockatoos display their colorful feathers as we come to the waterfall in the middle of the room.
“This is amazing,” she breathes as she watches the water trickle down and pour into the clear blue pond below.
After a while of standing hand-in-hand among the peaceful surroundings, I catch Ellie glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Ask me, Ellie.”
She turns her head. “I’m just trying to understand. This place, you.”
“All you need to know is that I’m an entrepreneur who owns you.”
“An entrepreneur who deals in women?” There’s a hard edge to her tone. I let it go, this time.
“Not everything is as it seems. You’d do best to remember that. And every woman in this house is here of her own free will.”
She glares. “Except me.”
Shit, she’s got me there. “Except you,” I confirm callously. “And that isn’t up for discussion.”
She huffs with tears in her eyes. Those deep green, hypnotizing eyes. I yank her to me, capturing her in my arms. “Don’t make me bend you over and give you something to really cry about.”
She sucks in a breath, fighting the urge to unleash her emotions.
“Let’s not ruin the moment.” I dip my head and whisper in her ear. “Mine, Ellie,” I remind her.
She nods, composing herself, but the tears are still evident.
We spend the rest of the afternoon wandering the gardens in silence. I never let go of her hand, and she never tries to pull it away. It sprouts a small seed of hope inside me.
Once we leave, Ellie’s relaxed energy shifts as we climb the staircase toward her ivory tower.
Her attention catches when she hears music coming from one of the rooms in the hallway. She really is like a curious cat. I stop, licked with an idea. I drop Ellie’s hand and take her leash. Her anxiety spikes as I grab the door handle and turn the knob. She resists, but I yank, pulling her into the room. She flushes cherry red once inside. The room is occupied by two women and a man. One of the women is tied to the bed, arms and legs spread eagle. The man is straddling her head, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth while the other woman has her face between her legs. Ellie tries to look away, but I grab her chin and force her to watch. Her chest expanding and contracting swiftly as her breathing picks up.
“We shouldn’t be in here,” she states in a low, uneasy tone.
“Of course we should. And no talking.”
I pull her over to the couch against the wall directly across from the bed and command her down to her knees. We both sit facing the threesome with Ellie perched between my legs. It’s fucking hot. Besides taking part in it, nothing gets me harder than watching two women go at it. Except maybe if Ellie was one of those women.
We spy together, as the three partake in their sexual acts. I scoot closer to Ellie, slipping my hand under her collar, grabbing it tight, straightening her posture. My erection digs into the middle of her back. She’s panting heavily and her skin is heated. I shove my free hand into her shirt and grope her breast as we watch the chained girl writhe frenziedly as she climaxes.
I run my nose along her neck, breathing her in. “Do you like watching?” I ask her. “Do you like seeing two women together?”
Ellie doesn’t answer. I know her voice is caught in her throat. The energy in the room is highly erotic and thick with sex. The music evocative. We observe, as the red-haired girl, Sugar, is unchained and the brunette, Cinnamon, takes her place, lying face down on the bed. She’s shackled tightly, arms and legs spread wide.
“Have you ever been with a woman, Ellie?”
She shakes her head, as Sugar positions herself underneath Cinnamon’s face. I rock my erection against Ellie as Cinnamon begins to lick Sugar. All my girls have pet names; it keeps things ambiguous and fantasy-like. These are two of my best girls, most naughty and adventurous.
Sugar drops her head back and moans as the man slides a condom on and impales Cinnamon from behind. She groans loudly as her tongue works Sugar.
“Would you do that, Ellie? Would you let me watch another woman eat your pussy?” She shivers but doesn’t answer. I squeeze her bare breast, her flesh is on fire. “I think you would. I think you like watching, and secretly wish it was you.” I slip my hand down into her panties and circle her clit with the tip of my middle finger.
“Will you let me fuck you while you go down on her?” I ask, and Ellie whimpers. I thrust my finger inside her, just as Sugar begins to come, jerking her hips and mewling loudly. “Answer, Ellie.” I tug on her collar.
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Yes, Kayne what? I can fuck you with another woman?”
“Yes.” Her voice is barely recognizable it’s so thick with lust.
“Who do you want? If you had to choose. Which girl do you want to fuck?” I ask still working my hand. She’s soaking wet.
“The redhead.” She strains to answer, her muscles clenching around my finger. There’s no way I’m letting her come. Not in front of another man, even if he is balls deep in another woman. I withdraw, leaving Ellie empty and wanton.
She makes a protesting sound. Frustrated is just the way I want her. I drag her out of the room and push her face forward against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head, and grind my throbbing cock into her ass. The thought of Ellie with another woman launches my arousal into outer space.
“Tonight,” I promise her.
I PACE ELLIE’S ROOM LIKE a wild animal. She is chained to the bed, naked, and sitting like a good girl. I never dreamed of putting Ellie in a threesome situation, but once the idea presented itself, and she consented, I had to pull the trigger. I arranged with Jett to have Sugar prepared. She was bathed, freshened, and informed of the details. She is not to touch me. Not in front of Ellie. I am merely a spectator. Until I take Ellie. She’s the only one I will fuck.
The door clicks open and Sugar appears. She’s dressed only in lacy panties, stiletto heels, and a black collar. Perfect.
I send her to stand in the middle of the room, on the white shag rug. Then I go to Ellie. I unchain her from the headboard and lean into her face. “Ellie, I want you to know. I will be the only man who ever touches you. But you can fuck as many women as you want.”
Her breath hitches. “Yes, Kayne.”
“Tell me this is okay. Tell me the truth.”
She peeks up at me through her thickly coated lashes and blushes. “Yes, Kayne.”
My dick hardens to almost painful and my insides feel like they’re going to overheat. I urge Ellie off the bed and walk her over to Sugar who’s standing submissively in the middle of the room. I hook the end of Ellie’s chain to Sugar’s collar so the two are linked. Arousing does not begin to describe the sight of two collared women linked together for the sole purpose of pleasing you.
“Ellie, Sugar belongs to you tonight. You can touch her, lick her, suck her anywhere you want. Anywhere I tell you to.”
“Yes, Kayne,” Ellie answers, breathing erratically; Sugar is cool as a cucumber.