Kayne stabs his tongue into my entrance, and I moan loudly. Oh God, an orgasm is looming; hot and fast.
“Ask permission.” His hot breath skims against my overly sensitive skin. I resist. Fighting him the only way I can. With my will.
He sinks a finger deep inside me and sucks on my clit, bringing me right to the breaking point. My heart is hammering and so is my core.
“Ask permission. The way I told you,” he orders.
I’m writhing in my restraints so hard I know I’m going to have marks, but I need to disperse the buildup somehow. I can barely breathe as he dangles me over the edge again and again, yet another form of torture to get me to obey. I feel the slightest caress of my orgasm, and I fracture, unable to withstand the torment anymore. “Please, Kayne, may I come!” I scream out.
He chuckles. That fucking bastard.
“Yes, you may, kitten.” He attacks me, fingering me swiftly while lavishing my clit. I splinter in every direction, my climax shredding me to pieces. I pull on the handcuffs—the pain as potent as the pleasure—as I writhe and moan. When the quake dissipates, I’m left limp on the floor, breathing raggedly and close to tears. Kayne brushes his face against my inner thigh, smearing my arousal all over my skin.
“Good, kitten,” he patronizes, rising to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. I stare up at him dazed. Inch by inch, he bares his chest, then tosses his shirt on the floor. He’s sculpted and lean, a demonic perfection. Several tattoos adorn his body, a compass on his left pec, barbed wire dripping with blood around his arm, and a quote written across his rib cage. ‘A certain kind of darkness is needed to see the stars.’
When he starts to unbuckle his belt, I tense. He doesn’t say a word as he sheds the rest of his clothes, but the energy in the room is unmistakable. It’s thick with sex and lust.
He said he wouldn’t rape me. He said he wouldn’t rape me. I repeat the mantra trying to stay calm. Once he’s as bare as me, Kayne hovers over my bound body, bracing his hands on each side of my head.
“Who owns you, Ellie?” He stares down at me with his majestic eyes.
“You do,” I answer reluctantly.
“That’s right.” He kisses my jaw softly.
“What do I want?”
I swallow hard. “My obedience, my submission, my body.” The words barely come out as a whisper.
“Right again.” He brings his mouth to mine, skimming his tongue along my lower lip.
“Can I fuck you, Ellie?”
“No, Kayne.” I fight back the tears.
“Fine.” He kisses me tenderly. Rolling his tongue against mine, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
His change in demeanor is unexpected. I don’t understand it one bit. My defenses stand at attention. Kayne then shifts, grabbing his erection with one hand and moving down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue against me, he strokes himself, lightly at first and then more urgently. As his jerks become stronger, so does the pressure of his mouth, nipping and sucking my nipple as he works himself to a climax. There’s nothing I can do. There’s no place I can go tethered beneath him. He bites my nipple as he comes, sending a shock of pain straight through my body. I strain, helpless as he comes on my stomach. His groans vibrating against my breast. He releases my abused nipple once he’s finished. It’s red and swollen.
“Mine,” he declares victoriously against my lips, like he just marked his territory. Then he kisses me hard and unapologetically, making my head spin.
When he’s finished with my mouth, I drop my head to the side, exhausted. My emotions are a shitstorm inside of me. There are too many to even process at the moment. So I just shove them all away.
Kayne admires his handiwork on my abdomen for a few perverted seconds before he unlocks the handcuffs. Once removed, I immediately stretch my arms and legs. They’re stiff. He rubs my ankles then my wrists, kissing the inside of each one softly.
“Go clean up, kitten.”
I jump to my feet and disappear into the bathroom, desperate to be alone. I grab a hand towel off the rack and run it under some warm water. When I look into the mirror, what I see startles me. There are red rings around my wrists, my hair is a mess, and my cheeks are flushed. With the collar around my neck and ejaculation on my stomach, my lip quivers uncontrollably as I wipe away Kayne’s remnants. I discard the towel on the floor then grab another and clean between my legs. I feel so odd—disconnected, alone, abused—light and heavy all at the same time. I don’t understand what’s happening.
I prolong going back into the bedroom. I wish I could escape, just hurl myself right out the window. I spy the door to my freedom. It’s visible from the bathroom. I wonder idly if it’s locked. Could I make a run for it before Kayne grabs me? Where would I go if I made it out alive; collared, chained, and completely naked?
“Ellie?” Kayne calls, pulling me out of my reverie. My legs start moving before I can process what I’m doing. I bolt to the door and grab at the handle, jiggling it for dear life. It opens!
“Son of a bitch!” I hear Kayne bark as I escape down the dark hallway, sprinting toward the staircase. Just as I reach the first landing on the stairs I hear Kayne behind me. I keep my eyes on the front door as we both battle downwards, me strenuously trying not to tumble and fall. I jump the last five steps and hit the foyer floor with a thud, managing somehow to remain on my feet and keep oxygen pumping through my lungs. I dart across the cold marble with my heart beating out of control. When I reach the front door, I haul it open, even though the fucking thing weighs a ton. Just as I feel the cool breeze of outside, the door slams closed.
“No!” I scream as Kayne throws me over his shoulder, kicking the air and punching his back.
“You’re a fast little thing. I’ll give you that.” He smacks my naked, vulnerable ass.
“Oww!” My whole body jolts as the hard slap echoes around the opulent foyer.
“You’re going to pay for that, kitten.” He huffs up the stairs in bare feet and boxer briefs.
“Kayne, no!” I squirm with tears threatening.
The trek back to my cell is a terrifying one. Kayne doesn’t say a word as I dangle over his shoulder, fighting for my life. Once back inside, he marches straight into the circular room with the table of torture.
“Kayne!” I cry.
“You brought this on yourself, kitten.” He grabs something off the wall. I nearly go slack from the stress. The only thing keeping my body moving is the spasms of fear.
Kayne tosses me on the bed face down with me begging and pleading, and holds me there by my collar. “Don’t do this. You don’t have to do this!”
He ignores me as he positions my body; my feet spread on the floor, my chest pressed into the mattress. My behind exposed for the spanking.
“Kayne please! I’ll be good!” I implore one last time.
“You’re goddamn right you will.”
Smack!
He hits my bottom with something hard and the sound rings out through the room. “Ouch!” I yell.
Smack!
“Please! Please!” I beg some more as the object lands straight across my behind.
“You were a bad girl, kitten. You need to be punished. That’s how it works around here.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He paddles my ass continuously until I’m choking with tears.
“Please stop!” I fight fruitlessly against him. His grip on my collar impenetrable. My behind on fire.
“What I really want to know, is where do you think you were going to go butt naked and collared?”
Smack!
“Anywhere is better than here! I’d rather be lost in the wilderness!”
“You think so, huh?”
Smack!
“Yes!” I screech.
One more immobilizing hit, then he stops, with me heaving for air. I hear the object fall to the floor.
Kayne yanks at my collar, flipping me over, and then crawls on top of me. My tiny frame nothing more than a weightless rag doll to him. He pins my sore wrists to the mattress with a tight grip, bringing his face an inch from mine. His eyes are wild and scary as hell. My tender butt screaming in agony, pressed against the bed.
“Don’t try that shit again,” he snaps. “There are monsters way worse than me on the other side of that door. The next time you think about escaping, do it at your own risk.”
I stare back at him with choppy breaths, tear-soaked cheeks, and a stinging behind. I have no response. He made his point. I broke the rules; he showed me who’s boss.
“You’re mine now, Ellie. Just accept it.” He lingers over me for a few long beats, our eyes locked, our breathing labored. A zap of something rousing passes between us in that moment. My heart flutters and so does my pussy. Traitorous body.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him, I remind myself.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks still restraining me.
I nod.
“Answer correctly.”
My lip quivers. “Yes, Kayne.” The words barely leave my mouth.
“Good girl. If I let you up will you behave?”
I nod again, silently. My eyes still locked on his.
Kayne pushes himself off me with a huff.
You’re mine now, Ellie. Just accept it.
I’ll never accept I belong to him. I belong to no one. Do what you want to this body, hold it captive, beat it, pleasure it. But my mind he can never have. It’s the one thing I can still control. The one place he can’t penetrate.