Owned(29)

He watches me salaciously as I come to sit by his feet.

“Lie down.”

I drop to my side, stretching out my body, resting my head on my arm. I stare up at Kayne, as he stares down. The look on his face is indescribable; there are so many emotions showing. At the forefront arousal and satisfaction. His eyes are wild as he rakes over my naked form.

“I have something for you,” he says while still standing over me, the corners of his mouth turned up. He pulls something out of his pocket, a small silver charm. “Get on the table. Kneel in front of me.”

I get up and climb onto the table, kneeling submissively on the firm black cushion. Kayne lifts his hand and shows me the trinket. It’s a small heart on a clasp that reads ‘Kayne’s kitten.’

“Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to.” He fastens it to my collar. “Me.” Holy shit, I’m now tagged, collared, and owned by him.

“Mine.” He leans in and kisses me, trapping my face in his hands. He swirls his tongue around roughly, thrusting it in and out of my mouth. “I want to do that to your pussy.” He breathes heavily against my lips. Here we go. My body responds without delay, becoming instantly wet. I’ve lost all control.

“Lie down. Hands by your sides.”

On the table?!? The last time we utilized this room, he beat me, then nearly destroyed me with his sexual prowess. And it’s about to happen all over again.

I comply, the slave that I am. Kayne restrains both of my wrists in the cuffs with my pulse flying high. Then he moves to the end of the table and grabs one of my ankles. He deftly secures my leg to one of the stirrups with the thick black leather straps—one over my thigh, one around my calf, and one on my ankle. Then he does the same to my other leg. I’m tied down, helpless, and battling for breath.

“Mmm,” he expels as he drinks in my incapacitated state. He then rests his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes, causing the stirrups to click as he spreads me wide. One, two, three, four. My back is arching and my hands are fisting from the torturous stretch. “Ugh,” I heave, trying to channel the pain.

“Perfect.” Kayne licks his bottom lip as I pant. He loves working me out.

He walks around to my side, never taking that maniacal stare off me. The room is filled with bright sunlight, making me feel more exposed and more on display than ever before; my nakedness and tethered body at the forefront of my insecurity and fear.

“You are so beautiful, Ellie.” Kayne rubs my breasts, my shoulders, my arms. He leans down and kisses me, kneading small, firm circles into my biceps. I release a contented moan against his mouth as he lulls me into submission.

He pulls away once I’m relaxed, and then opens one of drawers. I startle my eyes open and track every move he makes, watching with morbid fascination as he pulls out a thin chain with two little clamps on each end. He dangles it front of my face, his expression carnal, hedonistic almost. I look quickly between his luminous eyes on fire with lust, and the tiny torture device he’s holding in his hand.

He grins wickedly, then leans over and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, lashing his tongue against the little pebble as it hardens. I release a heavy breath, then without any warning, he places the clamp on my nipple. It bites, shooting a sharp sensation straight to the apex of my over-stretched legs. Oh. Then he does the same thing to the other nipple, vibrating a moan against my breast, just to tease me. The clamp bites down and I groan in protest.

“Fuck, you look so hot.” He grabs both my breasts from underneath and squeezes them hard. The clamps pinch at the same time and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Oh, God.”

“Oh, Kayne,” he corrects arrogantly as he massages me, arousal flaring through my entire being. “I’m your maker now.”

Not just my maker—my captor, my owner, my ruler.

He’s barely touched me and I’m already breathing rapidly and soaked between my thighs. After he’s finished rubbing me into restlessness, he picks up the chain connecting the clamps. With an impish gleam, he somehow ties it to the loop on the front of my collar. The chain is pulled so tight, that every time I move my head the clamps nip at my nipples, straining them, elongating them, driving me crazy with pleasure and pain. My heart is beating, my hands are shaking, and my pussy is throbbing.

Kayne jingles my new tag with one finger as I lie confined to the table, unravelling at the seams.

“Mine,” he says haughtily.

I just stare up at him with glassy eyes, trying to remain as still as possible. He unbuttons his light blue shirt; the color makes his eyes pop in the sunlight, the brown lightning bolt looking more pronounced. God, for being the devil, his features are divine. Once he’s removed his shirt and dropped it on the floor, he leans over me semi-naked and kisses me on the stomach. I try to breathe steadily, but every time he touches me it feels like a volcanic eruption. “Baby, you don’t have to ask permission to come.” He slowly kisses down my torso until his head is between my widespread legs. Then he licks me lightly, dragging his tongue unhurriedly over my slit. He does this over and over like a lazy lion until I’m vainly wriggling in my restraints. I snap my head back without thinking and the clamps unapologetically jerk my nipples sending a bolt of white hot heat straight to my blistering pussy.

“Oh!” I try not to move, but he’s pushing me right to my breaking point, slowly, painstakingly, licking me into an orgasm.

“Kayne, Kayne.” I breathe labored. It’s a plea, it’s an appeal, it’s a demand. My insides are wound so tight they’re ready to fracture. He just keeps licking though, ignoring my chants, and my body just keeps winding.

Lick, twist, lick, twist.

I’m an elastic band ready to snap.

Then he inserts one finger into my assailable entrance and I combust. My hips buck and I scream. It feels like I am being electrocuted. It looks like I’m being electrocuted. My hands fisted, my body bowed, my head dropped back, my nipples aching and straining as a current of ecstasy speeds through my veins.

I collapse back onto the table when the climax releases me, moaning feebly. My head rolling all over the place like it’s barely attached to my body. The nipple clamps still tugging relentlessly.

“Whoa.” Kayne chuckles as he wipes his face against my inner thigh.

I’m glad he finds my soul-shredding orgasms so funny. Asshole.

He kisses his way back up to my mouth as I come around. I crack open my eyes as he kisses me, to find him staring back at me.

“Hi, kitten.” He smiles.

I grunt.

He laughs. “My turn. You ready?”

“No,” I say sarcastically.

He yanks on the chain and my nipples yelp. “Excuse me?

“Yes, Kayne,” I correct myself.

“Good, kitten.” He brushes his lips against mine. “My kitten.” He jingles the tag on my collar again, proudly displaying his satisfaction with my new token of ownership.

I watch withdrawn as he positions himself between my legs. The stirrups have my knees high and legs wide. They’re starting to ache from being confined and overstretched. Kayne unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly. He doesn’t even bother to remove them, only lowering them enough to release his cock.

“Come if you have to come baby.” He teases my wet entrance with its head. Then he braces himself on the table, leaning forward, preparing for total body domination. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look, wearing that tag.” He slams into me, and I feel it all the way to my belly button.

“Ah!” I crunch forward and scream out.

“How much it turns me on. You belong to me.” He slams into me again and again. The manic desire is clear on his face.

His relentless thrusts combined with the pinching of the clamps catapult me toward another orgasm before I even see it coming. All at once, my muscles are clenching, my neck is straining and my pussy is pulsating as he rams fast and furiously in and out of me; my nipples are in glorious agony as my breasts bounce from the relentless force of his hips’ impact.

“I’m going to come!” I cry out.

“Come!” Kayne snaps, as my orgasm unleashes itself, a torrent of arousal drenching us both as my body splits in two. Kayne stills, arching his back as he comes savagely inside of me.

In the daylight, I can see all the cuts of his body, the definition of his chest and strength of his presence. Like a Roman soldier. Suddenly I’m very aware of my unclothed, tethered state. I blush all over. It’s not like he hasn’t had me in compromising positions before, or even done worse, but the fact that it’s the middle of the day and I’m strapped to a table with my nipples clamped makes me feel awkwardly on display.

“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Kayne asks, as he pumps his semi-hard cock into me, sighing satedly.

“Nothing.” I drop my head to the side then immediately right it, the clamps reminding me who’s in control.

“Ellie,” Kayne says more firmly, completely nestled inside me.

“I feel a little ... exposed.” I chew my lip.

Kayne smiles. Widely. “I like you exposed baby.” He withdraws, and then pulls up his pants that are still hanging on his hips. “Exposed and open and only for me.” He hoists himself onto the table and crawls up my body like the predator he is, his eyes sparkling with something dark and triumphant. “See, it says it right here.” He jingles my tag. “Mine.”