“You utterly ruined me.” That’s always my response after a bout of rough sex. It’s my way of telling him no one will ever compare to the way he loves me, physically or emotionally.
“Good.” There’s contentment in his voice. “You’re such a naughty little kitten.”
“I know. You made me that way.” I look up at him.
“I know. Do you hate me for it?”
“Does it seem like I hate you?”
“No.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
Kayne hugs me tighter as I stare up at him, and then glance away immediately once our eyes meet.
I feel his energy shift. “Ask me, Ellie.”
Shit. Kayne has told me repeatedly that I can’t hide anything from him, and as hard as I try to conceal what I’m thinking, one evasive glance always gives me away.
I nibble on my lip, hesitant to go down this road.
“Ellie . . .” Kayne nudges me, urging me to talk. He gets agitated when he knows that I’m deliberately keeping something from him. I chew on my lip harder.
“I want to be more naughty,” I state timidly.
“More naughty?” His eyebrows shoot up.
I nod cautiously, knowing this conversation could be world war three in the making. “I want to know what it’s like to be with two men.”
There, I said it, and should now probably take cover.
The severity of Kayne’s silence tells me everything I need to know. I just pissed him off big time. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s frightening. I think I just pierced my tongue with my incisor. I never should have said a damn thing.
Kayne suddenly expels a heated breath. “Do you really want to be with Jett that badly?”
“I really want to be with both of you that badly,” I clarify. “It isn’t just about Jett.”
He stares up at the ceiling. I know he’s at war with himself. He wants to give me what I want without losing himself in the process. The last time Jett, London, Kayne, and I fooled around, we took it further than we ever have before. For the first time, I was sexually intimate with Jett. I don’t even know how it happened, natural progression maybe, but my lips ended up around his dick. I sucked him off, while Kayne fucked me from behind, and London sat on his face. That was only a few weeks ago, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Haven’t stopped thinking about Jett and Kayne sandwiching me together and taking me at the same time.
“I know you didn’t hate watching me with him. You fucked me the exact same way you do when I’m with London.”
“How’s that?” he questions.
“Recklessly.”
His lips twitch. “It wasn’t so bad watching you suck another man’s dick.”
“You liked it?”
Kayne maintains his silence.
“Did you like having threesomes with Jett?”
“I like threesomes, period. But I always used to lean toward me being the minority. Jett used to like sharing his woman. Engulfing their senses, he used to say.”
That doesn’t sound so bad to me.
“You wouldn’t want to engulf my senses?”
“I thought I already did.” He frowns.
“You do . . . I mean . . .” Oh shit, I think I just insulted him.
Kayne smiles down at me, clearly amused by my stupidity. “It’s okay, kitten.” He yanks me by the collar, forcing my face close to his. “You can have both of us under one condition.”
“What’s that?” I swallow roughly, caught up in the power of his gaze.
“You remember who you belong to when it’s over.”
“Like I could ever forget. Your palm print is permanently stamped on my ass.”
“Damn straight.” He spanks me hard, causing me to jerk. “Now lie on your stomach.” He flips me over, still keeping a firm grip on my collar. “All this talk about threesomes and head and engulfing your senses has made me hard.” He keeps my face planted on the pillow with one hand on my collar and pulls up my hips with the other. I instantly liquefy.
“Now fucking scream my name, kitten. So I know you’ll never forget.” With that, he slams into me, bucking me forward. “Oh!” I grab onto the edge of the mattress as his cock hits me square in my center, causing my muscles to coil around him like a snake.
“Who owns you, Ellie?” he asks as he beats into me from behind, my body completely subdued by his hold on my collar and hand clamped on my hip.
“You!” I exclaim as my pussy floods with forced arousal.
“And who am I?” he demands as our skin slaps together.
“My life, my love, my happiness!” I spout as he ruins me in the most delicious kind of way.
Kayne halts, buried deep inside me. “That’s right, kitten.” He leans over and murmurs in my ear, “Who else am I?”
I look up at him through the corner of my eye. “My owner. You own me.” I speak the words he wants to hear.
“That’s right, baby. Till death do us part.”
I nod.
“Now tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” I proclaim with no hesitation. “Only you.”
Kayne kisses my cheek affectionately then pulls out and repositions me on my back. “I love you, too.” He slides into me sweetly. “Only you.” He looks directly into my eyes as I spread my legs, inviting him inside. “That’s right, kitten, let me in.” He sinks deeply into my channel, penetrating all the way to my core.
“Kayne,” I moan, as he splits me open.
“Ellie.” He exhales my name, the same need evident in his tone.
“Make me come,” I implore, as he fucks me leisurely.
“You know I’ll give you anything you want. I can never say no to you.”
And that’s the truth. Kayne would deny me very few things. An orgasm when I’m bad is one thing on that very short list, but right now, I could ask for the moon on a silver platter and he would find a way to bring it to me.
“Mmm.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against mine as his cock thickens.
I run my hands through his dark brown hair as he rocks in and out of me, both of us on a razor sharp edge about to topple over.
“Kayne.” I whimper and shake as his body commands mine. “Kayne!” He thrusts in deep, shattering us both, the two of us moaning and panting and gyrating until the tumultuous ache subsides and all that’s left in the climatic aftermath is two stripped bodies and a pile of bare bones.
Ruined . . .
I’m most definitely ruined.
IT’S DARK IN MY ROOM. The shadows on the wall look like blobs of moving ink as the clouds cover the moon and its white reflective light. Like every night, I wait anxiously for my owner. I sit on my knees chained to the bed, apprehensively expecting his arrival. I’ve fought him for so long, but tonight I will finally give in. Give in to him and the darkness. It will be my descent. The door creaks open and my body tenses. I keep my head down and listen to his footsteps. They sound different tonight. Lighter, but more ominous. When I look up, it isn’t my owner standing in front of me, but it is a man I recognize. A man with a cold, calculating stare and unrepentant desires. A man who craves pain and delivers it explicitly. As soon as our eyes meet, I cower away, attempting to escape the impending doom. I know it’s a vain effort, as he overtakes me every time.
“No!” I scream as he snatches my chain like lightning and yanks me toward him.
“That word doesn’t exist in my world,” he sneers. It’s the same words every time. “Bite me and I’ll beat you unconscious.” Then I’m choking and crying and gagging all at the same time as he rams his cock mercilessly down my throat. Michael stands behind him laughing as I fruitlessly fight, knowing the torture is just beginning. Before I know it, I’m forced to my back, my throat raw and my voice hoarse from screaming. It just echoes around me, trapping me in. No one can hear me; no one can save me.
The first thrust feels like a serrated hot poker stabbing between my legs. The second scars me permanently. I kick and flail, but no amount of resistance will stop him. I know this. I have lived through this horror many times before.
“Stop!” I sob. “Stop! Stop!”
He laughs maniacally, reveling in my pain.
“Your pussy saves you every time.” Michael’s voice evaporates.
“ELLIE!” Kayne shakes me.
“Ellie, wake up!”
I gasp as I open my eyes to meet Kayne’s worried blue ones. My stomach rolls. “Oh god, get off!” I push him then fly out of bed and into the bathroom, reaching the toilet bowl just in time. I throw up violently, purging the sickening feelings until my stomach is empty.
Kayne kneels on the floor beside me, holding my hair and rubbing my back as I dry heave uncontrollably.
When there’s absolutely nothing left, I slump next to the toilet.
Kayne pulls me into his chest and presses my face against his warm skin.
“Shhhh.” He pets my head and rocks me until I’m calm. I cling to him while the leftover bile burns my throat. “That hasn’t happened to you in a long time.”
“I know,” I answer feebly as my body begins to relax.
“Was it me? Did I trigger it?” he asks worried, no doubt believing it was our bout of rough sex that brought on the dream.