Owned(31)

I hear the pop of a top again and a squeeze. It makes my heart rate jolt. Then he pushes one finger into my ass, all the way to the knuckle. Fuck, round two. I buck and gasp. “Still, Ellie.”

I try, but my body involuntarily shakes. Then he slides another finger inside me and starts to scissor me open, as if I haven’t been elasticized enough. I shudder as he simultaneously stretches the already sensitive muscle and my core quakes from the hum of the vibrator.

“So fucking ready,” Kayne utters as he removes his fingers, and I don’t know if he’s referring to me or him.

I feel him shift on the bed, quickly positioning himself directly above me. He nips at my shoulder as he pokes his cock into my behind, pushing into me in one smooth, fluid motion. It forces a moan out of me that sounds like a cat in heat. The size of his erection supersedes both his fingers and the plug. My air supply feels thin as I’m filled to capacity once again. The last all-nighter he only fucked me once, then spent the rest of the night balls deep in my butt. Tonight is completely different. Both holes packed, over and over. I don’t know if I’ll survive.

Would he spare me if I begged him to stop? I’ll soon find out, because he wastes no time fucking me, moving in small thrusts at first, then increasingly pushing harder. I feel every jab in my center as his cock bites my ass while at the same time kissing it with pleasure. The vibrator keeping a steady stream of pulsation against my clit and all around my pussy.

I’m dying.

The monumental speed with which my orgasm is building has me petrified. It’s too big, too strong, and the only place it has to escape is between my legs. My arms and legs lend no help to the absorption of the impending tremor while I’m restrained like this.

“God, Ellie, your body. It’s so good. So perfect. So tight.” He thrusts into me, making me wail. “I’m going to fucking come. You’re going to make me fucking come,” he says through clenched teeth. I can’t hold back as both the force of his cock and the vibrator hit my g-spot all at once. “Kayne!” I detonate, my climax ripping me open right down the middle. I break out into a fit of tears. It’s the only other outlet my body has for the energy-sucking sensation to escape. I’m mentally removed as Kayne spills inside me, crying into the pillow until the aftershocks of ecstasy taper off.

I have no life left. Two earth-shattering orgasms are all I can take.

I feel Kayne shift, bringing his face to mine and licking up my tears.

“That’s exactly the reaction I want every time.”

I just lie there panting. I have nothing left in me to respond.

Kayne gives me a few minutes of reprieve, massaging my back, my legs, even my scalp. But a few minutes is all I get, because all too soon I hear the top of the lubricant bottle pop again, and my whole body locks up. What the fuck is he doing now?

I feel him push against my ass, this time with the butt plug. I tremble. No more. “Kayne,” I protest. But he ignores me, pushing the plug all the way in.

“Kayne.” I strain against my restraints. My rosebud on fire. “Please.”

“Shhh, Ellie,” he reprimands me. “The only time I want to hear you is when you’re moaning in pleasure or screaming my name.”

I’m going to be screaming all night. I clench my cuffed fists as he props my pelvis back on the pillow and lines up behind me. I’m on the brink of tears already, my body begging please while howling no all at the same time. My head is spinning without any end in sight.

“All night, Ellie. I’m going to alternate fucking you like this all night,” he murmurs in my ear as he buries himself to the hilt. “And I’m not going to stop until my dick is limp and my come runs dry.” I draw in a sharp breath as his cock and the butt plug continuously hammer away at me.

Again.

And again.

Putting demands on my body I’m not sure it’s capable of withstanding.

“Kayne!”



“I HOPE ONE DAY YOU can forgive me, Ellie.” I hear Kayne’s voice in the distance. I don’t know if it’s a dream or reality, but when I flutter my eyes open, I’m in his arms. I shift. No cuffs or chains or collar. For a split second I wonder if it was all a dream. Then I look around the room and realize I’m still confined to my prison in the sky.

“You stayed?” I blink, finding his dazzling blue eyes.

“Mmm hmm.” He nuzzles my neck and breathes me in. “How do you feel?”

Crazy conflicted.

“My limbs feel like Jell-O, my wrists are rubbed raw, and there’s a pain in my ass.” I grimace as I move.

“All a reminder of who owns you.” He sucks my earlobe. “You’re so soft.”

“So are you,” I reply as my hips rub against his.

“Don’t be a wise ass, I’ll spank you.” He hugs me tighter.

He’s acting weird.

“Why are you still here? Where is my collar?”

“Because I wanted to stay, and on the nightstand,” he answers straightforwardly.

“I don’t have to wear it anymore?” I stretch in his arms.

Kayne snorts. “Of course you do. How would I find you if you got lost?” He kisses me tenderly. “I just thought after last night, you could use some room.”

“You weren’t wrong in assuming.” I touch the compass tattoo on his chest. I don’t know why. I guess just to feel it. I never get to touch him. He moans softly, almost like a purr. Last night was the most intense, excruciating, amazing night of my life. Kayne pushed every physical, emotional, and spiritual limit I have. I didn’t think I was going to come out alive.

Someone really needs to steal his bottle of Viagra.

“More,” he says. It’s a request, not a demand. I touch him tentatively, exploring my newfound freedom. We melt into each other, the same way new lovers would; cuddling, snuggling, stealing soft embraces.

Who is this man? Who is he really? The charismatic businessman or the ruthless Dom? The one who holds me affectionately or brings me to tears? I wish I knew. I wish I could figure him out. Why did he have to take me when I offered myself up willingly?

“Do you remember the first time we met?” he asks, rubbing his nose against my cheek.

“Oh, God. Why are you bringing that up?” I hide my face in the crook of his neck so he can’t see the embarrassment.

“Because.” Kayne chuckles. “You spilt hot coffee in my lap.”

I’ll never forget that day. The way he strolled into Expo like he owned it, wearing a light brown power suit and aviator sunglasses. He was intimidating and intriguing, and I was drawn to him unlike anyone or anything else on earth. My body and mind just responded. It was a primitive, carnal response. Then he took his sunglasses off and my inner axis tilted. He looked straight through me with those raw majestic eyes. I forgot who I was and what I was doing. Unfortunately for him, I was pouring coffee at that moment and missed the cup completely. I’d never seen anyone move that fast. Needless to say, I was mortified and Mark almost decapitated me. Kayne was a huge whale to land, and I nearly fucked it all up. Luckily for me, he had a sense of humor.

“You dropped to your knees and told me to take my pants off.” Kayne is full-blown laughing now. I’m glad it’s such an amusing memory for him. I tried to scrub my brain of it for months.

“I was sort of disappointed you didn’t.” I lift my head slightly and eye him lasciviously.

“If there wasn’t a room full of people, I would have. Then I would have taken yours off too, and laid you out on the conference room table.” Kayne threads his fingers into my hair and tugs lightly. He licks my lower lip like he’s trying to memorize the taste. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about fucking you on that table?”

“I had no idea you fantasized about me at all.” I dart my tongue out to touch his.

“Every time I walked into Expo and sat down for a meeting, I was half listening to Mark, half imagining you kneeling at my feet.” He grabs hold of my hair a little harder, taking control of my head. “Imagining you spreading your legs for me and letting me lick you senseless, then driving myself so deep inside you, we’d both forget we were ever two separate people.” I moan as he bites my neck and grabs my ass.

“I would have let you.” I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin in response to the grip he has on my hair.

“Ellie?” Kayne rasps. Sliding his hand along my side. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, Kayne,” I respond robotically. He spanks my ass lightly. I jolt. Even the littlest bit of pain feels volcanic.

“I said don’t be a wise ass.”

“I wasn’t being a wise ass, I was answering you like you expect me to.”

“Not right now. Right now I’m invoking Cupcake.”

I crack a smile. “What do you want to know?”

He swipes his thumb across my cheek and I can’t help but turn into his touch. “Do you think if the circumstances were different? If we did things the normal way, you could have accepted who I am? My way of life?”

I contemplate his question while searching his eyes. Why does he want to know? What does it matter?

“I’m not sure. What aspects are you talking about?”