He shakes his head at me, vastly disappointed. “That was a test kitten, and you failed. Miserably.”
“I’m sorry,” I immediately respond.
“Me too. But not really,” he gloats. He likes hurting me. The other night he chained me to the bed by the collar. Strategically placing it high enough so I was strained on all fours. Then he proceeded to spank me until I cried. Immediately after, he laid down, put his head between my legs and forced me to come. I was a limp nothing by the time he was done.
“Come, kitten. I’m going to teach you a lesson that will stick tonight.”
I balloon with fear. I watch, removed, as he unlocks my chain then drags me into the circular room. The one with the table of torture. We’ve never been in here before. I know tonight is going to be bad.
“Kayne, please,” I beg as he positions me between the stirrups of the table. He turns me around, smacks me hard on the ass then fastens each of my wrists in the straps. He’s so quick, and they’re so tight, the tears form before I even realize what’s happening.
“You don’t have to do this.” I tug, bent over.
“You need to learn to do as I say, without question, without hesitation.” He kisses my shoulder softly, sliding my hair over to one side.
“I’ll be good. I’ll behave,” I whimper.
“I know you will once I’m through with you. I’m going to quiz you so you don’t mess up again.” He squeezes my stinging behind. I think it’s been permanently stained red. “Then I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out.”
My breathing is ragged, but as fearful as I am, the thought of Kayne’s mouth on me makes me instantly wet. My body altogether loves him and hates him. The past few days have broken down so many barriers it’s becoming harder and harder to refuse him. The things he can make me feel, the pleasure he can dispense, is unequivocal. And he’s only just used his fingers and tongue. I can’t begin to imagine what he can do with his body. He wants inside me. It’s no secret. But he’s never forced himself on me, or forced me to touch him. It’s bizarre and maddening all at the same time; it’s the ultimate mind game. Because he knows the moment I willingly surrender, I’ll truly be his. Irrevocably.
Kayne peels the white lacy panties Jett dressed me in down to my thighs.
My head spins.
I can’t see behind me, but I hear the crack against his hand from whatever object he’s chosen to use.
“Let’s review.” He walks in front of me holding the crop, his eyes a smoldering blue. My breathing slows. He positions the end of the crop under my chin and lifts my face. “I will ask you a question. You will provide me with the correct answer.”
“And you won’t hit me?”
“No. You’re getting spanked regardless. But as soon as you answer all the questions correctly, the spanking will cease.”
I quiver. Seeing the crop in his hand is terrifying. This is so bad.
He vanishes from my sight and the tears spill.
Whack!He hits me without any warning and I cry out. It stings and bites my bare skin all at the same time.
“Who owns you, Ellie?”
“You do,” I answer rapidly.
“Scream, kitten, so the whole house hears. I want everyone to know who owns you.”
Whack!
“You do!” I scream like he ordered me to.
Whack!
“When I tell you to kneel, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I yell.
Whack!
“When I tell you to lie down and open your legs, what do you say?”
