I struggle against his grip, my knees barely grazing the smooth fabric underneath me.
With the collar choking me I spit out, “Boring. It was boring.”
Kayne releases me, and I drop back down on all fours.
“There. Was that so hard?”
I stare up at him with hatred.
“Save your hostility, kitten. It doesn’t intimidate me, and it will only make things worse for you.”
He fondles one of my naked breasts. I cower away, but he pulls me closer.
“Time for your first lesson.” He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “You only speak when you are directly spoken to. And even then it is yes Kayne, please Kayne, more Kayne, can I come Kayne.”
I flinch in his grip. “Commands. Kneel. I expect you in this position every time I walk into the room. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. You stop immediately and drop. Sit on your haunches, tuck your feet under your ass, splay your hands on your thighs and bow your head. Let me see.”
“No,” I snarl.
“No?”
“I will never kneel.” My independence roars. I can’t do this. I’m not submissive. I’m not a slave.
“Fine.” In a flash he grabs me by the collar again and forces me forward. My face is hanging over the side of the bed, my ass is sticking straight up in the air. Then he hits me with the object in his hand. A rolled up newspaper. I cry out when it connects with my bottom. It’s concealing a stick of some kind. I can’t move in the awkward position as he hits me again. My ass stings painfully as he hits me a third time.
“Please stop!” I scream, and he hits me once more. Then he lifts me back up. Totally dominating my body with the control he has holding the collar.
“Are you ready to submit?” he asks authoritatively.
“Never!” I snap, even though my body is rebelling against my will. “You can beat me all you want. I don’t care if you kill me! I’ll never be yours!”
Kayne’s dark gaze bores into mine. His strange, majestic eyes calculating. He lets go of the collar and I grab at my neck, only feeling the thick leather under my fingertips. He unlocks the chain from the bed. “I would never kill you. But I will break you. I’ll give you one last chance to cooperate, Ellie.” He winds the chain around his hand. “Kneel.”
“Fuck off.”
“Fine. We’ll do it your way.” He drags me off the bed. “Maybe a night with my clients is all you need. I’ll string you up, gag you, and blindfold you. Then watch as they have their way with you. Just like you saw the other night.”
Images of the naked helpless woman spring unbidden into my mind.
“Kayne, no!” I screech as I fight against him, thrashing my body as he pulls on the chain like I’m a disobedient puppy who doesn’t want to go out in the rain.
“I gave you your chance, kitten.” He has me almost out the door. I drop to my knees. “No, please,” I beg with my forehead pressed against the ground. I would much rather kneel to him than be gangbanged and emotionally destroyed for the rest of my life. Tears stream down my face. I’m pathetic. Naked, on a leash, being commanded by a man who is going to use me as a living sex toy.
“Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere. That position is called drop. Get used to it. You’ll be in it a lot. Don’t move until I say so.” I keep my head down as I hear his footsteps around me. He smacks my ass with the newspaper again and I cry out. The tears streaming harder now.
I whimper on the floor, my butt throbbing and my soul fractured. I stay in this drop position until my knees hurt and my back aches. Fucking prick.
“Very good, kitten. You can get up.” I raise my head and look around the room. I find Kayne sitting behind me in the chair at the table. He looks relaxed with his legs spread and large hands resting on his thighs.
“Come,” he says, crooking his finger at me. I move to stand.
“Crawl, kitten. Crawl to me.”
I pause on all fours. He’s being fucking serious.
“I’m waiting.” His eyes are cold, hard.
I begin to crawl across the room, over the plush white rug, past the bed, to the chair he’s sitting in under the large circular window. The night sky is dotted with stars, and the moon is full and bright behind him. Once I reach him I stare up, still on my hands and knees. He cracks a small smile. I want to spit on him. Then he leans forward and places a finger under my chin, forcing my face up to his.
