My ass is bruised, my pussy is swollen, my limbs are as heavy as lead, and he’s not through with me yet.
I hear him moan behind me, as he strokes himself. Rubbing my back with jerky movements while my face is pressed against the thin pad of the table and my wrists are bound.
“You have no idea how bad I want you. How bad I want to slide my cock inside you and fuck you senseless.”
I think I do.
I hear his discomposed groan, and then feel the warm spurts of his climax shoot all over my back.
“Mine,” he declares as he comes.
Kayne leans over and grabs the collar around my neck, jerking it so I look at him out of the corner of my eye. “One day soon, kitten,” he licks my face. “I’m going to come in your hot little mouth, in your wet little pussy, and in your tight little ass all in the same night.”
I shake because I know he’s right. I’m so close to caving. Look at what happened tonight. He beat me mercilessly, and I still ached for his touch.
The last shreds of my resolve are fraying away. I’ll soon be his.
Kayne unbuckles my wrists from the table and eases me up. My whole body hurts. My butt especially.
“Go inside and lay on your stomach,” he says, kissing the shell of my ear gently. I do as I’m told—like the good little slave-in-training I am—and lie down on the plush white carpet in the middle of the room. I close my eyes and try to relax, but I’m still wound so tight. I feel another piece of myself disappear. Each night we spend together, more and more of me goes. Who will I become the longer he keeps me?
Kayne kneels down beside me, setting a bowl and towels on the floor. Watching in my peripheral vision, he dips one of the towels into the bowl and wipes between my legs, then over my back. The water is warm and soothing and smells like lavender. I inhale the scent as he cleans me.
“Baby, this is going to hurt a little bit.”
I blast my eyes open to find him holding a small jar. My body and mind lock up as he rubs some balm over my abused bottom. It’s so sore I don’t think I’m going to be able sit for a week.
“Go to bed,” he orders softly when he’s done. I do as I’m told. Yet another one of his commands.
I climb onto the bed and rest on my stomach. Kayne re-chains me to the headboard, the padlock clicking over my head. Back on my leash for the night.
He follows me onto the mattress, kneels next to me, and proceeds to rub my back, kissing my shoulders sweetly every so often.
As much as I hate to admit it, his hands feel good. Consoling almost.
I don’t understand how he can be so demonic one minute and so angelic the next?
I feel every whip mark over and over as Kayne massages me well into the night. It takes a long time, but he finally eases some my tension. I try to clear my mind and not relive every painful moment of tonight, or any other night since he took me. I concentrate on the dark and Kayne’s kneading hands until I’m finally lulled fast asleep. Into the darkness where nothing can hurt me.
“UH OH, SOMEONE WAS Abad girl last night,” Jett muses as he looks over my abused skin.
“Do you think you’re being funny? It hurts!” I snap
“I bet it does. But it doesn’t look so bad. He could have done way worse.”
Oh God. I smother my face in the pillow. “It was plenty bad for me!” My words are muffled.
“What happened?”
“He whipped me with a crop!”
“I see that, silly. I mean why?”
“He wanted to spank me, and I talked back.”
“That unreasonable motherfucker,” Jett scolds facetiously. This has become somewhat of a ritual for me and Jett. Kayne spends the night abusing me, and we talk shit about it the next day. I try not to giggle. It isn’t funny. I was brutalized last night! But Jett has become the tiny bit of light in my new dark world.
“How was the orgasm?” He pulls out a small jar balm from the nightstand and rubs some on my bruises.
