“Yes. We’ve established that numerous times,” I quip.
Kayne pulls at the nipple chain playfully and I wince. “Don’t sass me,” he says still smiling.
“I can’t help it, it’s reflexive,” I answer.
“You know what else is reflexive?” He drops his head and kisses me torridly, his tongue circling and owning my mouth. I moan softly, then strain as he releases my nipples from the clamps. I breathe through the abrasive sensation as the blood runs through my body. Subdued, little sounds escape my throat as he continues to kiss me through the pain.
Pleasure and pain. Pleasure and pain. Definitely two words synonymous with him.
Kayne slips his hand under my collar and strokes my neck lightly with his thumb. My arms are still strapped down and my legs are still buckled to the stirrups. I wonder if he plans to keep me here all day.
“Don’t ever feel ashamed or embarrassed with me, Ellie. Your body is perfect. You’re perfect.” He kisses me tenderly.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer, kissing him back.
“Good, kitten. Cupcake.”
I STARE AT MY SHINY new jewelry sitting on the bathroom counter as I soak my sore muscles in a steaming hot tub. A tag for my collar, a delicate white gold heart with the inscription ‘Kayne’s kitten’. He gave it to me yesterday, right before he strapped me to the table of torture and fucked me senseless with clamped nipples.
I am collared. I am tagged. I am utterly owned by him.
The man is a sexual carnivore. His appetite insatiable. I have bruises on my hips from where he holds me, hickeys on my body from where he bites me, and handprints on my ass from where he spanks me. I look abused. I feel abused. I feel conflicted. My brain keeps telling me this whole thing is wrong. I’m a victim, a pet, a captive. But my body craves Kayne the same way it would crave water in the desert. It has quickly become the slave to him that he wanted, succumbing to all his devious desires and demands.
I take my time getting out of the tub, knowing Jett is in the bedroom ready to torture me with more yoga. It’s doing its job and stretching my muscles, which is pleasing Kayne to no end. It also helps loosen my stiff joints the morning after his brutal punishings.
You love it, don’t complain. I shove my subconscious into a dark closet.
I get out of the tub, dry myself off, and allow Jett to torment my body further with more downward dog and lord of dance poses. By the time we’re finished and he’s fed me, it’s late in the evening.
I notice thick chains and leather cuffs dangling off one of the stirrups on the table of torture in the other room.
“What are those for?” I ask as he fastens my collar and chains me stark naked back to the bed.
Jett shrugs. “Kayne requested them. He has something planned.”
My heart rate takes off. Jett leaves me with my racing thoughts. Always something new, always something kinky. Always something that leaves my body depleted and my soul stirring. Ever since we established cupcake, I’ve felt different. Yes, he’s a domineering prick sometimes. But when he touches me, when he’s inside me there’s an undeniable connection. The same connection I felt to him before. When we would steal a look or flirt privately in the conference room. The same red hot connection we had that night he took me.
The door clicks and I shoot to my knees. My sitting position. My submission. The heavy steps of Kayne’s presence makes my pulse pound and my most private places throb.
He lifts my chin with one finger so I can look him in the eye. The eyes that are crystal blue with a lightning bolt of brown. He tickles my tag with an arrogant smirk.
“Evening, kitten, how was your day?”
“I missed you.” The words just roll right out of my mouth. I stiffen and Kayne’s jaw drops. His sharp intake of breath is like a vacuum. Then a wide salacious smile spreads across his tantalizing mouth. The mouth that is capable of so many things. My thighs tingle just looking at it.
“I missed you too.” He squeezes one of my breasts. “And these.” He runs his hand down my torso and cups my pussy. “And this. But,” he leans in to kiss me, “I missed this most of all.” I moan as his tongue rolls slowly against mine and he pushes his middle finger deep inside of me.
“I hope Jett gave you carbs for dinner, because it’s going to be another all-nighter.” He breathes against my lips, almost apologetically.
“Come to think of it. He fed me pasta.” I sigh as he fingers me slowly. “Did you take another Viagra?”
He halts all movement. “How did you know I took Viagra?”
“Because no human male is capable of lasting as long as you, unless he’s medically enhanced. And Jett confirmed my suspicions,” I confess coquettishly.
“Did he?”
“We have to talk about something,” I say as Kayne stabs me with his finger.
“Well then,” he replies cockily, withdrawing his hand leaving me aching. “You want something to gossip about. I’ll give you something to gossip about.” He pulls me forward by my collar and smacks my ass hard, making me yelp. “No more talking. Lie on your front.” His Dom alter ego has sprung to life.
I do as I’m told with a knot in my stomach.
I watch excited, scared, and turned on as hell, as he picks up the chains and cuffs from the table. He stalks back over to me and without delay, secures my ankles and wrists to the bed. I’m spread wide and at his mercy once again. Just as he desires me. Just like he craves me. He then shortens the length of my leash, removing most of the slack. An inch and a half off the mattress is all I can lift my head. My heart rate goes berserk as I hear him shuffling in the drawers under the table of torture. His treasure chest of sex toys.
Oh God.
I feel him drop multiple items onto the bed, and then I hear the sound of clothes being shed. Kayne crawls on top of me, straddling my parted legs.
“Do you know why I take Viagra, Ellie?” he asks.
“No, Kayne.” I reply, panting like the pet I am.
“Because having you once or twice is never enough.” He shifts, spreading my ass cheeks, then licks my little puckered hole. I clench instinctually. “I hunger to be inside you all the time and the only way to satisfy the beast is to give it what it wants. Hours and hours submerged in your wet pussy and tight little ass.”
I hear the pop of a cap and then feel a cold squirt. I try to crane my head to see behind me, but it’s a vain attempt. Then I feel something hard and round push on my behind.
“Pussy first,” he says, slowly working the large, lubricated butt plug into my tiny rosebud. I moan and groan as it bites and stretches me, Kayne kneading one of my butt cheeks the entire time. When it’s finally all the way in, he twists it, causing my entire body to spasm and work against my restraints. “Oh!” Afterwards, Kayne props up my pelvis with a medium-size throw pillow, stretching my arms, my legs, my neck and my ass to the max. The silk soft and smooth against my flaming skin
Kayne flutters light kisses over my back as he mounts me.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Beautiful, bewitching,” he says as he presses the head of his cock against my entrance and enters me slowly, making sure I feel every hard inch of him. He fucks me unhurriedly, keeping a tempered rhythm that rocks the butt plug deep every time he thrusts.
“You’re mine, Ellie,” he reminds me. “Do you see? I can do whatever I want to you.” He starts to pump harder, my insides overflowing with his thick cock and large plug. I lose my mind as the sensations take over, drowning me in a sea of ecstasy.
“I own you. I own your pleasure.” He strains as he hits my core square on and my orgasm peaks.
“Oh God, Kayne!” It’s the only words I’m capable of at the moment. I need to move, I need to squirm, but he’s right, he owns my pleasure. Commands it with his body.
“Kayne, please!” I’m begging now. Always begging. Just like he wants. A slave to him. “Please! Please!”
He pushes deeper, challenging my body as everything south of my navel quakes.
“Please!” I scream, pulling at my restraints.
“I love to hear you beg.” His cock swells, punching me exactly where I need. Once, twice, three times and I combust. My climax tearing me open from the inside out. He bucks once more then slams still inside me, groaning animalistically as he comes. I’m left limp as a noodle on the bed with Kayne lying on top of me, both of us breathing like all the oxygen has dissipated in the room. After a few long minutes, he pushes up and kisses me on the cheek. “Round two.” My body trembles. Round one just knocked me on my ass. He withdraws, still erect. I know what I’m in for. We’ve done this before, him taking me all night.
Straddling above me, he bends to grab something.
“Open,” he commands with a purple rubber vibrator in front of my mouth. I open and he shoves it in.
“Suck.”
I move my head the little it can go and suck on the extremity.
“Good girl,” he says in that condescending, domineering tone, as I lubricate the vibrator. Kayne removes the butt plug still inhabiting my ass, and my muscles contract, sighing with relief. Then he pulls the vibrator from my mouth, clicks it on, and inserts it into me.
Oh! It’s not quite as big as him, but it still makes me feel full, the vibrations prickling my already sensitive parts.