Owned(37)

“I need to give Jett a raise,” he tells me as he leans in and kisses me. There’s no warning or asking of permission as his tongue invades my mouth. Jabbing and rolling, he asserts his dominance. His control. Reminding me I’m his. Like I could ever forget.

When we break apart I can barely breathe, my lungs working double time to suck in oxygen.

He runs his hands over my body, taking advantage of my powerless state.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he moans as he squeezes my breasts, fondling both of them at the same time. Kayne rests his head against mine, inhaling deeply like he’s memorizing my scent. “Everything is going to change tonight, kitten.” I look up into his majestic eyes. The brown lightning bolt more pronounced, ominous almost.

“You keep saying that, but what do you mean?”

“It means all will be revealed,” he sighs forlornly.

“What will be revealed?” I urge.

“You’ll see. Then it will all make sense.”

“Is something going to happen to us?” I ask warily.

“Maybe.”

“What?” I press, needing to know.

“I’m not sure. Possibly everything.”

“I’m scared,” I admit abruptly.

“Of what?”

“The unknown.”

Kayne runs his thumb across my cheek. It’s such a consoling caress.

“Do you trust me, Ellie?”

I pause, drinking in the earnest expression on his handsome face. Do I?

“Yes. I trust you,” I tell him truthfully. When did everything between us shift? I don’t really know. What I do know, and what I can say with certainty is, when I look at Kayne, there’s more than just lust or need or want in his eyes. There’s devotion and admiration.

“Good. Because I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” he says pained. “I don’t want to lose you, Ellie. Ever.”

“I don’t want to lose you either,” I reply, unable to stop the words even if I wanted to. I am truly owned by him.

“You won’t. Even if you push me away,” he assures me resolutely. He then kisses me, causing my body to sway in the restraints. I tighten my fists and stiffen my limbs in an attempt to not lose my footing. The little chain Jett wrapped around my fingers clinks, spurring Kayne to glance up. He reaches for it, unraveling it from my hand.

“Fucking, Jett.” He plays with the shiny string.

“What is it? Another present for you?”

“It’s more a present for us.” His blue eyes flash with venturesome lust as he dangles the strand in front of my face. It’s long with a tiny clamp on the end.

“What’s that for?” I ask cautiously.

“I can’t wait to show you. Open your legs.”

I do as I’m told. Kayne threads one end of the chain through the loop on my collar, the other end he slips into my dainty panties, then, using his fingers, spreads my folds wide. There’s a sudden bite of pain as he pinches my clit with the clamp. “Oh God!” I gasp. Then he pulls on the chain and my knees go weak as a bolt of stinging ecstasy spirals through me.

“So you behave.” He kisses my cheek lightly.

A ravenous urge builds within me as he repeatedly yanks on the chain commanding the clamp.

“Kayne, please.”

“Please what, baby? Stop or go on?” he taunts me.

“I don’t know.” I drop my head back as my body depletes of energy. The sensations are much too much.

“You have no idea how sexy you look,” Kayne breathes against my neck. “You have no idea what your body does to me.” He grabs my ass and grinds his erection against my aching clit. I groan as the clamp pokes and prods at me, making me dizzy with desire. “You have no idea what I would do to keep you.” He nips at my skin.

“Fuck, Ellie,” he says tortured, grabbing my face in his hands. “I ... I ...” He searches my eyes, desperate and afraid.

Afraid of what, I can’t begin to imagine. “... I want to watch you come.” He cops out.

Reaching down, he slides my thong over to the side, and then inserts one finger into my throbbing core.

I moan uncontrollably as he strikes the right spot over and over.

“Shit, you’re wet baby.”

“You’re going to make me come.” I pull on the restraints as my body seizes, the clamp working the sensations double time. I buck in the shackles with my climax just out of reach.

“Kayne, please!” My voice is hoarse and my body is trembling.

“Not yet, kitten.” He slows his rhythm, and I nearly combust into tears.

“Why?” I plead.

“Because I want you to remember who controls your pleasure. No matter where you go or who you’re with. You’ll always be mine.” He leans into my neck, and I realize too late that he has the chain to the clit clamp between his teeth. Before I know what’s happening, he slips another finger inside me and jerks his head. The dual sensations cause me to spark, splintering my existence into a thousand tiny pieces as Kayne commands my pleasure. His words echo like the threat they are. And the promise. My body gives way as every muscle strains, leaving me demolished in the restraints. My arms feel like they are going to dislocate, but I can’t bring myself to stand. I’m destroyed once again. My mind, my body, my soul, my heart. They all feel like they’re bleeding.

“Remember my words, Ellie.” He hoists me up.

“Yes, Kayne,” I reply, like I’m doped up on something. Like I’m doped up on him.

“My kitten.” He smoothes his hand over my hair. “Recuperate and I’ll clean you up.”

He leaves me hanging, literally, and disappears into the bathroom. Kayne returns with two folded hand towels and a small bowl of water. He drops to his knees in front of me and removes my lacy thong. With the first towel, he wipes between my legs. With the second, he dips it into the bowl and proceeds to wash me. The water is warm and fragrant with something I can’t place. It feels incredible as he moves up the inside of one thigh and down the other. His touch is so skilled and wonderfully tender. When he’s through, he pats me dry; remaining on his knees he gazes up at me with an idolizing expression. The moment is surreal and also oppressive. The weight of his stare is almost too much to endure, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t bring myself to turn away.

“Can I ask one thing of you?” Kayne places his hands gently on my hips.

“What?”

“Forgive me.” He drops his head. “Forgive me for every wrong I have ever done to you.”

The request sidelines me. Forgive him? Forgive him for kidnapping me? Forgive him for forcing me into sexual slavery? For beating me and humiliating me? For not protecting me and letting some scumbag accost me?

Forgive him for penetrating my heart, because even after everything, I want to remain his?

“I forgive you,” I say delicately.

He heaves a sigh of relief. Then places a soft chaste kiss right below my belly button. It feels almost reverent. This man is so complicated and intriguing and frustrating and exciting. One minute he’s an ice cold Dom, the next his affection could warm Antarctica. I’ll never understand.

Kayne suddenly drops, his entire body falling to the floor at my feet. He places a light kiss on my ankle, then on the inside of my calf, my thigh, my stomach, both of my breasts, my neck then finally my mouth. He kisses me firmly, but affectionately, like he’s trying to communicate something.

“You own me as much as I own you,” he sighs against my lips. His eyes closed, his voice woeful. There are a million conflicting emotions spiraling through me. I should hate him, but I don’t. I should want to run, but I won’t.

“Kayne ...”

“Shhhh, baby. No more talking. There’s been enough said.”

And before I can make any leeway, he puts me right back in my place.





I FINISH GETTING DRESSED WITH my kitten watching me in her cage. She’s tethered, clamped, and collared. I don’t think anything is hotter. I button my shirt and slide my belt through the loops. Dressed solely in white, per Jett’s request.

Tonight everything changes.

My life as I’ve known it for the last six years.

I never take my eyes off Ellie. As much as I want to stick a plug in her ass and fuck her delirious in that cage, I’m refraining.

I almost told her everything.

I almost told her I love her.

I almost told her she was free.

I don’t know how I’m going to handle it if she walks away.

If?

When.

She says she’s forgiven me. But I know once the curtain falls, the past will be our biggest obstacle. The truth will derail everything, and I’m dreading that unavoidable moment.

My phone beeps and I check the message.

Jett: Go time. It’s been a pleasure serving with you.

I chew the inside of my cheek. Sentimental motherfucker.

“Time to go, kitten.” I turn to Ellie with the most sorrow I have ever felt in my life. I keep my expression stoic, but the emotion reaches all the way from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my soles.

I unclasp Ellie from her binds and rub her wrists. Then kiss her lightly on the lips. She’s regarding me quizzically. I know I’m acting all kinds of weird, but I feel like a short-circuiting television. Cutting in and out between protection, duty, obligation, and love.