“You’ll regret that.” There’s amusement in his eyes. This is all just a game. With no warning at all, he rips my panties. The thin material tearing right in two. I jerk, the metal cuffs cutting into my skin. He skims his tongue down the inside of one of my thighs, and then licks a slow hot drag over my slit.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Like cupcakes,” he pants. His specific description isn’t lost on me. A simple cupcake is how all this began.
Kayne swirls his tongue over my heated flesh, nipping and sucking, driving me mad. My body is bowing in ecstasy, my mind trying to reject the pleasure. If I give in, what will that mean?
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!
