I feel the tension rippling off of her. She recognizes him, and she’s scared.
“As am I,” I respond evenly, even though a reel of murderous images are playing through my mind.
He nods with approval, and the deal is done. Funny how such a simple exchange can fortify a multimillion dollar business partnership. A very illegal, dangerous, clandestine agreement.
I smile insincerely. “Now that the formalities are out of the way. Please enjoy. Indulge. Jett went above and beyond for the guest of honor.”
“Yes, I’m interested to see where this night goes. White attire?” He looks at Jett.
Jett shrugs, holding on to one of the bars of Sugar’s cage. “All I can say is be prepared for a bang.”
El Rey cocks an eyebrow. Javier glares. I keep smiling. Javier then turns his attention to Ellie. She’s been perfect this whole time. If I wasn’t holding on to her leash for dear life, she’d be a figment of my imagination.
“How’s your whore, Kayne?” he asks, and Ellie stiffens.
I want to slit his throat open and remove his vocal cords with tweezers.
“Still mine,” I growl.
El Rey glances behind me, and then very lightly tugs on her chain drawing her out from behind my back. I hear her expel a little gasp, the clamp continuously doing its job. Which pleases me and pisses me off all at the same time. I’m the only one who’s supposed to pull her strings.
“She’s quite stunning.” El Rey drinks her in with a greedy stare. Ellie stands perfectly still, with her head down and hands cuffed in rhinestones by her side. “Look up, my dear.”
She doesn’t move. He frowns. “Not trained?”
“She’s trained. This is her first outing.” I jingle her chain, knowing she feels it right between her legs. “Look up, kitten.”
Ellie sweeps her head up, breathing hard. Her eyes are glassy and her cheeks are bright red.
“Exquisite.” He regards her, stepping closer. “Is she for sale?”
“No,” I immediately reply.
“Borrow, then?”
“No.”
“No price at all?” he questions.
El Rey could pay, I have no doubt. But Ellie is invaluable.
“No. This one is mine.” I glare at Javier. Got that Mexican scum of the earth?
“I don’t blame you for keeping her all to yourself.” He runs his thumb down her chest and over the delicate chain attached to the clamp. Then he tugs and Ellie nearly falls over. I need to count to a thousand so I don’t flip my shit on the spot and go on a shooting spree. But this is part of my cover. Having him believe I’m as big of a douchebag as he is.
“We have plenty of pets to play with,” Jett chimes in, gaining both Javier and El Rey’s attention.
“Yes. I’d hate to miss out on the festivities.” El Rey steps away from Ellie, but Javier lingers a second longer. Then he squeezes her breast. Ellie whimpers and retreats behind me. I will cut his hand off for that.
“Your whore still needs work,” he sneers.
I glare at him, throwing daggers with my eyes. Soon motherfucker. Soon.
Jett leads Javier and El Rey toward the back of the room, and I know exactly where he’s taking them. The playroom. Mansion’s VIP area for public sex and women for the gorging. That should keep them occupied for the rest of the night.
I wait until the three of them are out of sight, then turn to Ellie. She’s shaking. I take her face in my hands and force her to look at me. “You did so good.” I kiss her lips as a tear escapes down her cheek. I lick it off.
“How about we relax and have a little fun?”
“Fun?” she repeats curiously. She probably thinks I want to fuck, given the environment and porno being projected on the wall. But I have something else in mind.
“Mmmm hmmm.” I grab her hands and start to sway my hips to Flo Rida’s Wild Ones pumping through the room. People are dancing all around us, and I think it’s time we join in. Ellie smiles brightly as we begin to move. I swear it’s the most genuine smile she’s donned since the night of Mark’s party. The night everything went so terribly wrong. I pledge after this is all over, I’ll keep that expression on her face for the rest of her life. I will do anything to keep her safe, keep her smiling, keep her mine. I’ll walk over jagged glass, run through a blazing fire, crawl on my hands and knees through the desert, wear a collar and lie at her feet.
Anything.
Cannons suddenly blast, pelting everyone in the room with liquid color. There’s Jett’s bang. They ring in succession, one after the other, turning a sea of white into waves of splotchy color. My shirt, my pants, my face, even my hair, is splattered with a vibrant rainbow. The same with Ellie. We kiss passionately and laugh foolhardily as we smear color all over each other while dancing to the music. In my entire life, I have never been so happy. This single moment will live infinitely.
I grab her ass and grind my hips against her. She moans in agony. The clamp is torturing her.
“Uncomfortable baby?” I murmur in her ear.
“Yes,” she pants, and I’m sure if she could sweat through her tongue she would.
“Need me to take care of you?” I rest my cheek against hers and trap her face with my hand.
“Yes, Kayne.” It’s a desperate plea.
That’s all I have to hear.
I drag my multihued kitten off the dance floor and through the first door I see, making sure to lock it behind us. We’re in one of the mansion’s zillion bathrooms. I think this is the first time I’ve ever been in this one. It’s decorated in several different shades of blue.
“Bend over,” I order.
Without delay she braces herself on the speckled cobalt vanity right between the double sinks. My cock throbs. There’s nothing more tantalizing than Ellie wide open and prime for the taking. I lift the long sheer material of her lingerie up her back and then glance at her in the mirror. There’s paint all over her face and in her hair, across her chest and down her stomach. It looks like we’ve been rolling around in colorful mud. I grind my erection against her ass and she lets out an injured moan.
“Need me baby?” I taunt her.
“Yes,” she heaves.
I slowly unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, all the while watching Ellie watch me. She looks like a starved animal, and the son of a bitch in me loves it.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance and she juts her hips back begging for it. “Stay,” I order, and she stops moving.
I reach over her shoulder and grab the thin chain attached to the clamp, drawing it behind her. Then I tie it to the loop on the back of her collar, making sure there’s no slack. She’s breathing savagely with wild eyes.
This is going to be intense.
I lace my hands behind my head and stand steadily with my legs spread apart. Ellie watching me idly through the mirror.
“Go on, kitten. Move. Take your pleasure. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
She stares at me silently. I’ve never given her control before and by the look on her face, she has no idea what to do with it.
“Fuck me, Ellie.” I nudge my hips infinitesimally.
She trembles, steeling herself on her hands. And after an elongated beat, she impales herself onto my cock and cries out, her head snapping back as her body ingests all of me. She’s soaking wet and fucking on fire.
I watch, entrapped, as she begins moving urgently, pumping her pussy hard against me. I don’t budge, even though the need to grab her hips and pound into her is suffocating me. She doesn’t last long, a few heated seconds, before the orgasm eating her alive grabs hold. Ellie claws at the blue granite as she screams through her soul-sucking climax, the physical exertion visible on her pretty face as she saturates me with her arousal. My little kitten, in the throes of ecstasy― nothing is more powerful or stimulating.
My cock twitches and my heart hammers as the urge to fuck her senseless takes over.
She collapses forward after the tremors pass. Damn, that clamp is no joke.
I lean over her and kiss her behind the ear.
“My turn.”
“Kayne,” she cries, with her cheek pressed against the cool stone. Soft sobs wracking her body. “Cupcake.”
Instantly, everything inside me feels like it’s freefalling. All at once I withdraw from Ellie, spin her around, and plop her on the counter in front of me. I wrap her legs around my waist and slide back into her delicately. She shudders. She’s still sensitive and hot as a fever.
“What happened, Ellie?” I hold her face in my hands, dropping soft kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, anywhere and everywhere I can get my lips. She looks up at me with a harrowing expression.
“I just need to touch you.” The anguish in her voice rocks me. It’s the first time she’s ever invoked cupcake, and I know exactly what she needs.
Me.
A connection.
Sometimes I forget Ellie isn’t accustomed to this life. She endures everything I throw at her, no matter how taxing. Her strength seduces me, constantly spurring me to push both our limits.
I rip my shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. She places her hands on my chest, her right one landing directly on top of the intricate compass tattooed on my pec. She explores my body, touching my face, my arms, and my stomach all while I’m nestled snugly inside of her.
“I’m yours, Ellie. Every single inch.” I want to assure her. I want her to know she can have me if she wants.