Ruined(2)

“You are a very bad little girl,” he says as he shifts, pulling me down the table and placing me on my feet.

“I know,” I respond with satisfaction.

“How many lessons do I have to teach you before one sticks?”

“Many. I’m a slow study.”

“I’ve noticed. Clean up breakfast then come upstairs,” he orders resolutely.

“Yes, Kayne,” I answer obediently.

With that he steps away—his erection standing tall and proud—and disappears inside. I know I’m in trouble. A delicious kind of earth-shattering trouble that’s going to both push my limits and send me soaring.

I clean up quickly, placing the dishes in the sink and covering the fruit and pancakes; I know Kayne will house them later. The man eats like he’s a growing teenage boy.

I hurry up the stairs and into our bedroom. It’s cleanly decorated in creams and whites with bold pops of color. It has a tranquil, airy feel, like an island escape.

I drop to all fours before I enter the playroom. Kayne is already waiting for me, leaning up against the bondage horse wielding his weapon of choice—a riding crop.

He hits it against the palm of his hand, watching me intently as I crawl across the room and kneel right at his feet.

“So here we are,” he states. “Is this what you wanted, kitten?” He uses the end of the crop to lift my face.

“Yes,” I squeak, then clear my throat and answer again more confidently. “Yes.”

“Kitten, kitten, kitten. You love to be punished as much as I love to punish you. What a pair we make.”

I smile up at him. “Is there anything wrong with being made for each other?”

“No, baby. Not a damn thing.” He holds my face in place.

“What’s your safe word, Ellie?”

“Cupcake.”

Kayne nods. We go through this ritual every time. In the four years we’ve been married, I have never used my safe word, no matter how far he’s pushed me. And there were times it was pretty far. But every experience has brought us closer together. I don’t think today will be any different.

“On.” He smacks the horse with the crop and the crack echoes throughout the room.

What makes Kayne so skilled at enlivening my emotions is the element of surprise. I never know what he’s going to do or what direction he’s going to turn. We don’t use the horse very often. Truth be told, I don’t get punished a whole lot. The last time was a few months ago. We’ve shifted more toward kinky sex than anything else, but every so often, our beasts demand to be let out.

I climb onto the black padded contraption with restraints on all four legs. Straddling it, I rest on my stomach as Kayne fastens my wrists first and then my ankles. The cuffs are tight and barely leave any wiggle room. He did that on purpose. In this position, my ass and back are completely vulnerable. The leather is cool against my cheek, but my skin is on fire. My breathing quickens.

“Comfortable, kitten?” Kayne runs the crop over my bare back. “Or are you beginning to regret ever being bad?”

I always have a little bit of anxiety when I’m strapped down about to be punished. It’s what makes this experience so illicit. “No. I don’t regret it,” I force out.

He leans over and rasps in my ear, “Such a brave little kitten even when she’s scared.” I shake with anticipation, excitement, and a small amount of fear. Then I hear the crop cut through the air and connect on my ass cheek. “Kayne!” I jump, but the ankle and wrist cuffs restrain me; I’m not budging an inch.

“You wanted this, kitten,” he reminds me as he lands another blow.

“Ouch!” My behind stings.

Kayne rubs the inflamed skin until it tempers. He doesn’t utter a sound, knowing the silence is killer. Then, without warning, he whacks me on the opposite cheek. My body tenses all over again, my muscles gripping at the butt plug while my clit rubs against the unforgiving leather.

“Those were just warm-up shots.” Kayne walks around the horse until he’s standing in front of me. His blinding erection right in my face.

“Pick your head up. Open your mouth,” he directs. I do as he says; my head the only part of my body I can move. As I open my mouth, he pulls his shorts down, springing himself free. He then grabs the back of my head, gripping a handful of hair, and slides his cock in until it feels like it’s touching my tonsils. “Good girl. Now swallow me.” He pumps shallowly, keeping eighty percent of his erect length in my mouth. I fight to keep my jaw open and not choke on my spit as he pummels me. My eyes start to water and I pull against the restraints as he purposely gags me. He was never going to spank me. This was always going to be my punishment. I went down on him this morning when he told me not to, and he ended up coming rampantly in my mouth. Then I added fuel to the fire at the table outside by deliberately disobeying him.

He buries his cock all the way down my throat and we both have our own reaction. He shivers with lust, and I whimper helplessly. He then pulls out spontaneously, breathing erratically. “Going to think twice before putting your mouth where it’s not allowed?”

I sputter then grin deviously. “Maybe,” I pant.

“Maybe, your ass,” he mocks, repositioning himself behind me and landing another blow with the crop. Oh, shit.

The kinetic energy in the room electrifies as I feel Kayne move about. I hear one of the drawers to the chest open and close before I feel the warmth of his body behind me once again. A second later, the distinct sound of the lubrication top pops.

“I’m going to fuck you hard, Ellie.” The distance is blatant in his voice, the overpowering arousal taking over, making him blind with need.

“Kayne.” My response is timid, hesitant.

“You asked for this, kitten.”

He’s right, I did. I want it. Doesn’t mean I’m not scared.

I hear his inconsistent breaths as he inserts one finger into my entrance.

“Get wet for me, baby.” He pumps his hand fast then adds a second finger and then a third. Before I know it, I’m grinding my clit against the hard leather, sprinting after an orgasm I didn’t even see coming.

“Keep rubbing, kitten.” Kayne continues to finger me as he yanks the tail from my ass. My body locks up because I know what’s coming. He spanks me, and I let out a shrill cry. He hits me again and again, with all three fingers buried inside me. I don’t know which is torturing me more, the pleasure or the sting of pain. I reach the precipice fast and hard.

“Kayne, please may I come?!” I wail, my pussy clenching and my clit aching.

“Come, kitten. Come.” There’s turmoil in his voice. Just as I let go and begin to freefall, Kayne withdraws his fingers and smears my arousal up into my pulsating buttonhole. He then plunges every inch of his concrete cock into my ass at once. I yelp like a wounded dog as his erection and my orgasm tear me right in two. The pain as shocking as the pleasure.

I cling to the wave of my climax for as long as possible while Kayne fucks me with reckless abandonment until he reaches his own peak.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He grunts, pulling on my hair. “Baby, you feel so good, you’re going to make me come.” He slams into me and I jerk forward in the restraints, my ankles and wrists straining, the tears flowing freely.

“Kayne!”

With one more deafening blow, he unleashes, coming deep inside my exploited ass and limp body.

In the aftermath, there’s nothing but static, sunlight, and the sound of our tattered breathing in the now stormless room.

“Hey.” Kayne kisses me softly, licking up the tears that are still flowing steadily down my cheeks.

“Hey.” I sniffle, looking up at him in my peripheral vision.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” I smile, and I am.

“I love you,” he whispers, still licking and kissing my face.

“I know.” I close my eyes serenely. “And no one loves you more than I do.”

“Only by the grace of God.”

He’s trying to be funny, but Kayne’s funny always has a bit of truth behind it. In this case, anyway. He still feels like he doesn’t deserve me, and I came to terms a long time ago that it’s just a character flaw we both have to live with. Doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying to drill it into his head that he is loved and more deserving than he believes.

Kayne kisses me one last time before he withdraws himself from my body. My taut little butthole relaxes for the first time today. I breathe more easily as all the tension uncurls itself from my limbs.

“Hang tight, kitten. I’ll clean you up.” Like I have any other option. Kayne returns from the bathroom with a damp washcloth and caringly wipes away the sticky remnants before he unfastens each restraint; rubbing my wrists and ankles as he goes. When I’m finally free, he urges me to sit up then lifts me into his arms.

Lethargically, I mold myself to him, resting my head on his chest. He tightens his hold, keeping me close.

I’m nearly asleep by the time he places me in bed and curls up beside me.

I snuggle up next to him, placing my ear over his heart, letting the strong, steady sound soothe me like it always does.

“Did I hurt you, Ellie?” he asks with a hint of worry as he runs one finger through my hair.