“Please, what?”
“Please.” I can barely say the words.
“You want to come baby?
“Yes, please.” I breathe heavily.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you until you come.”
I swallow hard. I’ve never talked like that before.
“Say it, Ellie.”
“I want you to fuck me until I come.” My voice is a whisper.
“You’ll have to do better than that, kitten.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and frustrated. “You need to learn to control your urges. And you’re going to have to start talking dirty, baby. I like it.” He leans over and sucks my clit. I nearly die.
“What do you say when I tell you to bend over so I can fuck you?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl. Turn around and grab your ankles.” I obey his command like the good little pet I agreed to be. I turn, bend, and grab my ankles. My leg muscles scream. Kayne gets up and moves around the room. In this position, I can’t see what he’s doing, leaving me raging with anticipation and an overdose of fear. He could have taken me as soon as I bent over, but instead he’s shuffling around the room. I tremble from the need and the unknown. When Kayne returns he grabs my hips, and grinds his hard-on firmly against me. I moan. So does he. Then he bends and grabs the chain dangling from my collar. He winds it around my right ankle and locks it in place. Holy shit. Then he attaches another chain to my collar, mirroring his actions on the other ankle. I can’t stand up straight. He’s literally restrained me bent over. I start to hyperventilate. “Kayne?”
“Shush, Ellie. You look fucking amazing like this.” He slaps my ass, and I have no choice but to accept the pain. I’m trapped. I can’t lift my head, and every time I try the chains restrict me. I hear him undo his zipper, and see his trousers drop to the floor. My hearts is fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. “Relax.” He rubs my backside gently. Then he slaps me again. My whole being tenses.
“I thought no more punishments.” I grit my teeth.
“Only if you behave. And spanking isn’t off the table completely.” He hits my bare behind hard again. I clench my teeth. I didn’t realize there was fine print on our agreement. “Mouth closed, legs open.” He rubs the head of his erection against my entrance. “My sexy girl. Who do you belong to?”
“You, Kayne.”
“That’s right, baby, all mine. No one else’s.” He slips his cock inside me. Taking my body quickly, inch by combustible inch. In this position he’s able to get deeper than he did last night. He fills and stretches me to my breaking point. “Kayne” I whimper, as he completely controls my body.
“How do I feel baby?”
“Big.”
He laughs. “Any other description you want to use?” He pumps easily, my muscles tightening around him involuntarily. “I think I feel good. You’re squeezing the shit out of me.” He digs his fingers into my hips as he starts to move faster.
“Fuck you’re so wet, so tight.” I’m completely at Kayne’s mercy, bent over with my black lacy panties around my thighs, my legs spread wide and my collar chained to my ankles. He tied me up like he owns me, because he does.
He relentlessly slides in and out, hitting my core in the same spot over and over. My orgasm burning brightly within me. “Kayne,” I moan insufferably as our hips clash together.
“Ask permission.” He slams into me ruthlessly. “Ask me if you can come.”
Desperate for the release, I do. “Please, can I come!?”
“I own you, Ellie; don’t forget that.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer willingly, trying to keep my orgasm from ripping me to shreds.
“Come, baby. Right fucking now.”
And I do. As soon as permission is granted I let go, becoming nothing but sensation, and Kayne’s living, breathing sex toy. My climax nearly buckles my knees. But Kayne’s tight grip keeps me upright. I suck in air greedily as he pounds away at me, finally finding his own release. He pulls out and ejaculates on my ass, moaning and groaning as he spurts hot come all over my backside. My legs are screaming, my pussy is throbbing, and I’m pretty sure Kayne left fingerprints on my hips.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he sighs, the physical gratification evident in his voice. I guess I should feel flattered, but all I feel like is a dolled-up pretzel, twisted for his pleasure.
After a minute, I feel him wipe himself off me with the cloth napkin from dinner.
