Owned(34)

“You want to throw him a party?” I raise my eyebrows.

Javier nods.

“Okay.” I smirk deviously. “I’ll throw him a party he’ll never forget.”

“Excellente.” Javier smiles wily, then walks out of the room.

I snap the pencil in two, wishing it was his neck.





SOMETHING RAPTUROUS TOOK HOLD WHEN Kayne professed that he’d kill for me. He meant every syllable. I could feel the verity vibrate through my bones. Then, insanely, I dropped to my knees, and for the first time since the night he took me, I craved to please him. To sate him. I don’t know when things changed, or how they changed, but making Kayne fall apart had my adrenaline pumping and my pussy throbbing. For a split second I contemplated lying on my back and splaying my legs so he could have me, but when he grinded himself against me moments before, I knew my body couldn’t handle another punishing. My mouth was the next best thing, and it seemed to work just fine. I was especially proud of myself when his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

My time with Kayne has been enlightening, to say the least. It’s blossomed a desire inside me that I never dreamed existed. He pushes all my limits, all my boundaries, all the confines of my mind. He’s making me into someone new. Someone strong and sexual and barely recognizable. Someone who’s learning she loves to serve him.

Presently, Kayne is feeding me dinner. I’m on my knees between his legs, taking pieces of beef bourguignon straight from his hand. It’s sweet and tangy and sinfully delectable.

“Ellie?”

“Mmmm hmmm?” I suck his fingers into my mouth a little further than necessary. His breathing accelerates.

“Behave,” he chastises with just the slightest hint of menace. I quake with need.

“Yes, Kayne,” I purr.

His eyes dilate as he zeroes in on my lips and then my naked chest. He didn’t touch me last night. He gave my body some reprieve, but I fear whatever he has planned tonight will make up for the lost time.

“Tomorrow night I’m throwing a party. A very special guest is arriving,” he says. “You need to be on your best behavior. Can you be a good kitten for me?” He feeds me another piece of meat. I nod while I chew.

“Yes, Kayne,” I say after I swallow.

“Good girl. I want to show you off. I want everyone to see what’s mine. And be green with envy.” He jingles the tag on my collar, and then glides his thumb and middle finger down my delicate diamond body jewelry until he reaches the middle of my breasts. He touches one nipple so softly I barely feel it, and yet it still somehow manages to make me tingle between my thighs.

“This is going to be a party unlike any you’ve ever been to. It may be a little shocking. I want to warn you now. You know the business I run.”

I blink at him inquisitively as heat creeps over my skin. I know exactly the type of business he runs. I’ve seen it, I’ve experienced it. I fucked one of his employees because of it.

“Yes, Kayne.”

“And no one will touch you but me. Regardless of what they perceive.” His tone is resolute.

“Yes, Kayne.” My voice wavers.

“Mine, Ellie. Only mine.” He yanks my collar, bringing my lips to meet his. The kiss is gentle. Emotion filled. It floods me with confusion. What’s happening here?

“You have been such a good girl.” He gropes me. “But I’m dying to spank you.” He palms my ass and my heart rate accelerates.

“Yes, Kayne,” I respond immediately, remembering what happened last time he told me he wanted to spank me.

“I told you that lesson would stick,” he says haughtily.

He definitely remembers, too.

Kayne pulls me to my feet by my new leash. A thick chain with delicate pink ribbon threaded through the links. My legs are wobbly. My body hasn’t fully recovered from the other night, and I’m not particularly inclined to pain. It’s moments like these that bring blaring clarity to my situation. I can’t say no. There is no, no. Or stop. No amount of begging will change his mind. He’s only given me the choice once, with Sugar.

“On the bed. Get on all fours. Facing the headboard.”

I immediately do as I’m told. I walk over robotically with my heart jack-hammering in my chest, crawl onto the mattress, and position myself on my hands and knees.

I watch as Kayne picks up the shackled cuffs lying on the table of torture, and then another chain from one of the drawers. I try to breathe steadily, but my body instinctively reacts to what’s on the horizon. Kayne walks over to the bed and places the items next to me. He kisses my back, starting from the middle of my shoulder blades, down my spine until he reaches my tailbone. Then he sheds his clothes, shrugging his collared shirt off first, then his pants. Naked, he’s a god—tall, toned, the standard of excellence.

“Get up and grab the top of the headboard.” He kisses my neck, right above my studded collar.

I scurry up the gargantuan bed and reach as high as I can, my fingers not quite making it to the top. Kayne crawls up behind me and presses his hard body flush against mine, pinning me against the vining iron. He loops the cuffs through an opening then secures both of my wrists. If it weren’t for the pillows, I would be dangling by just my arms. Then he fastens the end of my leash to a high curve forcing me to look up. I’m panting now, in yet another unyielding position.

“Mmmm,” he moans as he takes advantage of my overstretched body. Touching me wherever he wants. Massaging my breasts, my ass, my thighs, my clit, jutting my hips out a little farther after he’s finished copping his feel.

“Ready?” he growls primitively in my ear and I hear the clink of the other chain. I panic. I don’t want the pain. At least not that much.

“Kayne, please don’t.” My voice strains from the pool of tears welling in my eyes. “Please don’t hurt me.” I tremble in my restraints as I await the first blow. But nothing comes. Except soft kisses across my skin.

“Shhhh, Ellie. I’ll never hurt you again.” I feel him fasten the other chain to the back loop of my collar, a second leash. “Unless you make me.” He says it flippantly, but there is still an undercurrent of menace in his voice. A warning. A message: don’t fuck with me.

He massages me gently, lulling me into submission, then tightens his grip on the chain. The collar strains in two directions and I can no longer move my head.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this.”

I whimper as he rubs his cock against me, then lands the first blow. A sharp smack right to my ass cheek that stings like a son of a bitch. My body tenses all over. He hits me again and I grit my teeth, absorbing the pain, unable to move. He rubs my heated skin, tempering the sting.

He hits the same spot again—the fleshiest part of my buttocks—and I cry out.

Oh, God what did I ever do to deserve this?

“You’re doing so good baby,” he coos, licking my neck. “Let’s see if you’re wet.” Kayne slips his finger between my legs and slides it through my folds. “Fuck, Ellie. You’re soaked.” He withdraws his finger and lines the head of his cock right at my entrance. I brace myself, for what I don’t know. Another hit? For him to take me hard and fast, like he usually does?

He rocks against me, entering me slow and controlled, the movement foreign to me. “God. Ellie you feel so fucking right.” His voice is thick with lust as he pushes himself all the way in. A drawn out moan escapes my lips. He’s so big for my little body. Every time, stretching me wide, and filling me to the point of almost bursting. I’m helpless under his strict command; my wrists tethered over my head, my body dangling, my neck strained. He fucks me leisurely, sliding all the way out, then driving his cock directly back in. I’m losing my mind, the pace is perfect. It’s sending me to another planet. Then he whacks me again and I jolt back to the here and now. My relaxed muscles clench hard causing him to groan.

“One more baby. Then that will be five. You’ve been such a good little kitten, it spared you from ten.” The last hit is the hardest of all. I scream his name in protest.

He drops the leash—it smacks my backside—and grips my hips with both hands. Digging his fingers into my flesh, he still continues to move slowly. Like he’s savoring me. He never savors. He always just takes. Takes from my body, takes from my mind. This is different. The way he touches me, the way he moves.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, Ellie. How much I want to keep you.” He removes one of his hands and begins to rub my clit, circling it lightly. Mind-bendingly good.

“Kaaaayne,” I moan, as everything aches; my arms, my ass, my pussy.

“Do you like that, Ellie?”

“Yes, Kayne.”

“Tell me the truth.”

My brain is on autopilot as he twists all of my senses. “I love it. I don’t ever want you to stop.”

My orgasm is arresting me, the same way my wrists are tied. It’s coming on strong, full force. But I need more of him to explode.

“I don’t ever want to stop.”

“Please, please,” I whimper.

“Please what?” He presses harder against my clit with his finger.

“You know.” I’m shaking, unable to push myself over the edge.