“I love your ass, Ellie.” He smacks me again and I yelp. That smarts. Then he rubs my throbbing cheek. It feels wrong; him touching me.
The warm water rains down on my prickly skin as Kayne runs his hands up my back and over my shoulders. I shudder. Then I hear the pop of a cap. My insides jolt. I’m worse than a spooked cat.
The smell of eucalyptus fills the shower as Kayne begins to wash me, lathering my breasts, my stomach, my arms, and my backside. I hold my breath. I once would have killed for this man to touch me. Now that he is, all I do is cringe. He works his way between my thighs, and I instinctively squeeze them together.
“That’s not going to keep me out. You need to get used to me touching you,” he murmurs lasciviously into my ear.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask disgusted.
“I have my reasons.”
“Want to share them with me?”
“All you need to know is that I want you, Ellie. I want your obedience, I want your submission, and I want your body.” He skims my clit with one of his fingers and I jump.
“What the fuck are you waiting for then? Why are you fucking with my head?” I erupt, fear dragging me under.
Kayne chuckles. “Hot for me baby? Want me to take you right here? Think you can handle it?” He presses his body against mine.
I tremble from the inside out. My fright and rage getting the best of me.
“You’re a bastard!”
“Name calling doesn’t really do it for me.” He smacks me again.That fucking hurts!“And I’m not in the business of raping women. That doesn’t do it for me either. I want you to hand yourself over willingly. Submit. Until then, we’ll just play.”
“Play?”
“Mmmm hmmm.” He goes back to rubbing my clit. “This is mine.” He slips one finger inside me and I gasp, digging my fingernails into the tile.
“Who do you belong to, Ellie?”
“No one!”
“Wrong answer.” He withdraws his finger. Half of me wants to scream, half wants to cry. “Stay,” he commands.I’m not a fucking dog!
Kayne turns off the shower, steps out, and towel dries himself, all while I stand there naked and emotionally exposed. Then he opens a towel to me. “Come.”
I scowl at him.
“Come, or I’ll spank you again. And this time I won’t stop.” His eyes narrow.
I take a deep breath, trying to control the tears. This can’t be happening. Reluctantly, I step out of the shower and into his waiting arms. He dries me off, not missing one part of my body. He touches it like he has license. Like he owns it.
Once I’m dry, Kayne lifts the collar from the floor.
“No.” I instinctively step back, but Kayne catches my wrist.
“Yes.” He pulls me forward with a dangerous look.
He fastens the collar around my neck and locks it. It’s tight and uncomfortable. The chain that’s still attached dangles between my naked breasts. I hate it. I hate the way it feels and what it signifies.
Kayne walks me back into the bedroom. There’s a plate of food sitting on the modest-size round table underneath the large wagon wheel window that only has one chair.
“Go eat. I’ll be back to put you to bed later.”
“Don’t I get any clothes?”
“Clothes?” He cocks an eye brow at me.
