When Ellie finally looks up at me, it’s with dejected green eyes. It liquefies my soul. I drop my lips to hers, kissing her softly, trying to ease the pain, the shock, the after effect. She grabs at my face and kisses me fiercely, as if I’m the only lifeline she has left.
I tighten my arms around her and allow her into my mouth, giving her what she needs; my body and my newly functioning heart.
“I’m sorry, Ellie.” I find my balls. “I’m sorry he touched you. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to stop him.” She blinks up at me naked, defenseless, and so utterly tempting. “I promise no one will ever hurt you again.” It’s a vow.
“Except you.” Her voice is small, but callous none the less.
Burn.
I drop my forehead to hers. “I won’t as long as you behave.”
“You promise?” She looks up at me with just her clouded eyes.
“Yes.”
“I’m trying,” she whispers weakly.
“I know. You’re a good girl.”
She closes her eyes as if surrendering. Giving up. Giving in. “Kayne, can you touch me?”
The question blindsides me.
“Is that what you want, Ellie?” I smooth my hand over her wet hair.
“Yes. Please. Take it all away.” She doesn’t even hesitate.
I would take every ounce of her suffering if I could.
I lift her face, brushing my thumb across her raw skin. Then I drop a light kiss against her lips. She darts her tongue out, and I know in that instance I have her. A butterfly trapped in my web. My web of lies, and my web of deception. My web of selfishness, because I’ve always wanted Ellie. And now I finally have her.She’s Mine.
I turn off the shower without a sound, pull Ellie’s listless body out, and then wrap her in a towel. When I lift her up and cradle her in my arms, she looks at me with hollow eyes. It feels like a piece of her spirit is broken, which is the last thing I ever wanted to happen.
In the bedroom I place her on her feet, and then strip the bed, sending the comforter and sheets flying to the floor. She’ll get new bedding tomorrow; that set is being burned. I dry her off in silence, skimming over her breasts and stomach, and rubbing between her thighs. Then I dry her hair, soaking up the droplets of water from scalp to tip. When I’m through, she’s left naked in front of me wearing only her collar. The thick leather around her neck makes me hard as fuck. It’s a symbol, a statement. It tells the world she belongs solely to me.
“Lie down,” I order. “On the carpet.” She steels herself, breathing heavily, and then walks to the center of the room.
“Look at me.” She turns and raises her head. She is so goddamn beautiful it hurts, with those sultry green eyes and light brown hair. “On your back. Spread your legs.”
Breathing erratically, she drops to her knees, and then lies on her back. Just like I taught her. My cock throbs. She props her feet up and opens her legs as wide as they can go. I nearly combust in my pants.
“Good girl.”
I stalk the seven steps it takes to get to her then unhook my belt, while standing above her. We never take our eyes off each other as I pull my wet shirt over my head and shed my pants. I’m completely naked, same as her.
I kneel down between her legs; her enticing little pussy wide open and on display. I moan deep and guttural in my throat as its soft pink folds call to me. Tease me. Tell me they’re finally mine.
I’m going to attempt to be gentle. I don’t exactly do gentle. But I can try for Ellie’s sake.
“Tell me again that you want me to touch you.” I kiss the inside of her thigh.
Ellie closes her eyes and grips the plush rug.
“I want you to touch me.” Her voice is raspy from fighting back tears.
“I have wanted you for so long.” And now that I have her, I’m going to make sure I bury myself so deep inside her, the only thing she’ll feel, taste, smell, breathe, or even think about is me. I know I’ve said I want her obedience, and her submission, and her body, but what I want most of all is her mind. I want to cloud it, consume it, rule over it. Have her thoughts only be of me. I never knew how deep my affections for Ellie ran until the night of Mark’s party. That first small kiss sparked it all. It ignited something between us, something that’s been smoldering ever since.
Ellie closes her eyes as I run one finger down her slit, shaking like a leaf as I circle the tip of my finger over her clit. Her body springs to life as I slide it inside her. She gasps, grabbing onto the rug tighter as I push all the way in. I finger her slow and deep, after a while adding a second digit then a third. She moans loudly, her body bowing from the pleasurable intrusion.
