Owned(38)

“Best behavior tonight, kitten.” I buckle each of her crystal wrist cuffs. Then I grab both her leash and the newly added chain dangling through her collar’s ring and yank lightly. She groans as the clamp tugs on her clit. My dick stirs. The clamp will keep her in line and aroused until I’m ready for her. “Head down, walk behind me, and only speak when spoken to.”

“Yes, Kayne,” she pants, and it revs my sex drive like a turbo engine. I will never get tired of hearing Ellie say those words. I will dream about them when I’m asleep and long to hear them when I’m awake.

I lead Ellie out of my room, loving the fact she was in my space. I fantasized about her sleeping in my bed, with a secret hope she’d become a permanent fixture one day. I have a foreboding feeling though, ‘permanent’ will never be an option with Ellie.

As we approach the staircase, the distinct sound of dance music floats up around us. Jett went balls to the wall for this party. Go big or go home, right?

We’re going for a sonic boom.

Ellie and I walk down the extravagant stairs; the foyer already filled with people dressed solely in white. As we descend, I scan the crowd. Many people I recognize ― most on my client list ― and many I don’t. I hope everyone has fun while they can, because it all ends tonight. I walk Ellie through the foyer and into the great room. I feel all eyes on me and my tempting little kitten. I have never owned a slave before, willing or otherwise. I like control, I like to fuck, and this lifestyle affords me that, with no strings attached. I never had to worry about conventional Dominant/submissive roles.

I was never interested in being responsible for someone else, until I experienced what it was like to break down another human being and truly be in control of them. To literally rule their life. Watching Ellie crawl on the floor and lay at my feet while she wore my collar was a rush unlike any I’ve ever known before, and probably unlike any I’ll ever know again. For the first time, I not only wanted to take care of another person, I wanted them to take care of me. I want her to take care of me. That’s probably the most terrifying admission of my pathetic existence. I’ve never depended on anyone; I was never given the chance. Ellie opened up a part of me I didn’t even know was there. I want to keep her my kitten forever. Not an option, I know. Doesn’t mean a man can’t dream.

I shake hands with a few associates in passing as I stride into the room with Ellie in tow. It’s dark, with black lights illuminating the walls and everyone’s white attire. Even Ellie’s dainty white lace glows. It looks like she’s wearing only a skimpy bikini. I travel deeper into the room, snaking my way through the crowd with a tight grip on Ellie’s leash. She’s a fraction of a centimeter behind me, but I feel her everywhere; brushing up against my body, highlighting my heart, sweeping over my soul. She makes it hard to concentrate.

Everything looks as it should. People drinking, dancing, and partaking in immoral self-indulgence. Women, half naked on chains, are being felt up by anyone their Master will allow, while lewd acts are being performed on the white wing-back chairs and tufted flatbed couches. If Ellie is in shock, her outward appearance isn’t showing it.

We make our way to the very back of the room where there’s a roped-off section. This, right here, is what makes Mansion’s parties legendary. We dubbed it the playroom. An open space set up with tables, crosses, and swings. Basically everything your average kinky fucker could desire. What makes the playroom so special is that it comes complete with women, ready and willing. Take your pick of apparatus and have at it with the girl who’s already there or one of your own choosing. I told you, my girls provide an invaluable service. The medieval stocks are always a favorite. At least that’s what our clients tell us. Women confined, with their hands and head trapped between wooden boards, bent over, accessible for the taking.

The playroom serves a dual purpose; entertainment for those who want to watch and entertainment for those who want to partake. We feed all appetites here.

I pull Ellie in front of me and rest my hands on her hips. “Look, kitten,” I murmur in her ear.

She looks up and directly in front of us is one of my girls—Pepper —strapped to a table, exactly like the one in Ellie’s room. Her hands are tied above her head and her legs are secured to the stirrups, spread wide.

“Do you remember that day, kitten? When I strapped you to the table in your room?” I ask seductively. “I fucked you right after I gave you this.” I run my nose against her neck and tickle her tag. “You came so hard. You like being mine.”

“I could never forget,” she responds, breathing strenuously. I can feel her heartbeat knock against my chest, as clear as Seven Nation Army’s bass pumping through the room.

We observe Pepper lying on the table like a lamb waiting for the slaughter. She doesn’t lie there long. Soon she’s taken; her indefensible state an open invitation to anyone who wants her.

“Watch, kitten.” I hold Ellie’s face, as Pepper is fucked by a dark-haired man dressed solely in white.

“Do you wish that was us? Do you want me to tie you down and satisfy your ache?” I tug at the delicate chain attached to the clit clamp. She drops her head back against me and groans.

“Answer me.” I jerk a little harder, my erection digging into her back.

“Yes, Kayne!” Her body stiffens and I release the chain.

“Soon, baby. But not yet. I want you frustrated.” She moans like she’s already there.

“You’re mean,” she murmurs with her head rolling all over my shoulder.

“I know.” I kiss her cheek.

I force Ellie to watch Pepper come. It’s a spectacle of a scene. Screaming and writhing and deep penetration. Either that guy’s really good, or she really needs a promotion. Whichever, it is a good show.

Ellie is nearly falling apart in my arms by the time they’re done. Rubbing herself against my erect cock with panting little breaths.

“You like to watch, kitten,” I remark smugly. “I approve. Do you want me to take you in there and fuck you? Maybe pin you to the cross or secure you to the stock?”

She leans her head back and looks me in the eyes. Her eyelashes are huge tonight. “No.”

“Why not?” I challenge, dipping my face closer just so I can inhale her scent. She smells like lemons.

“Because I don’t want to share you with the public.”

Okay. Time out. I wasn’t expecting that answer.

I tighten my arms around her. My spirit flying high. “I don’t want to share you either. Unless it’s with Sugar,” I leer.

Ellie chuckles. “Only behind closed doors.” She flutters her long eyelashes. I nearly fragment. My frisky little kitten.

I grab her boob. “We have to go.” I can be frisky too. I turn her around and give her a quick kiss on the lips, then snatch up her leash. I need to get back to prowling the floor and stop getting distracted by my sultry little pleasure kitten, with her gorgeous eyes, tempting mouth, and smokin’ hot body.

All in good time, baby. All in good time.

I spot Jett a few minutes later. Just the person I am looking for. He’s standing next to one of the many cages scattered all over the room containing captive angels. Girls dressed in barely there lingerie and huge white wings, dancing provocatively. It sort of reminds me of a Victoria’s Secret runway show. As I get closer, I realize it’s Sugar in the cage. It doesn’t surprise me. She’s his favorite girl.

“He’s here,” Jett informs me as I stand casually beside him.

I spy the room and spot Javier standing next to an older, light skinned man with silver hair.

“El Rey is American?” I’ve never seen a picture of him. He prides himself on being a ghost. The simple fact he’s here is exceedingly rare. And it’s a rarity that needs to be exploited.

“Half. Actually,” Jett informs me. “The genes must run strong on his father’s side.”

“Clearly. What time is it?” I ask as the music thumps and strobe lights flicker on the ceiling.

Jett glances at his watch as I continue to survey the room. “Nine fifteen. Eleven thirty-seven is execution.”

“Got it.” I squeeze my grip on Ellie’s leash and glance back at her. She’s pressed against me, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are down. The clamp and our little peep show must be weighing on her. Two and a half hours, kitten. Two and a half hours left. I look back at Jett and zero in on Javier and El Rey walking our way. Here we go. As the two men approach, I look both of them in the eye.

“Senor Roberts,” El Rey addresses me, shaking my hand. He’s a tall, well-groomed man with viciousness in his dark brown eyes. “I thank you for welcoming me and celebrating me in your home.”

“Mi placer. Es un gesto para expresar mi entusiasmo para las actividades futuras.”

My pleasure. It’s a gesture to express my enthusiasm for future endeavors. I respond in his native tongue to show respect.

Piece of shit.

He smiles brightly. “Yes, I look forward to it. Javier has confirmed everything is in place and the first transaction should happen next week. I’m very pleased.”

I glance at Javier. He hasn’t taken his evil stare off Ellie since he reached us. It makes me want to stab his soulless black eyes right out of his head.