“What? Does he tell you what we do in here?” I flush crimson.
“Not graphic details, but I know some things. It’s not much different than when we talk.”
I think I’m going to die. “It’s completely different!”
“How so?” Jett questions.
“It just is!” I spring off the bed and retreat to the bathroom. It’s one thing for me to talk about Kayne with Jett, it’s a whole other thing for Kayne and Jett to talk about me! Images of my panties around my thighs, my collar chained to my ankles, and a gloating Kayne makes me turn beet red. I can feel the heat actually scorching my skin. I wish there was a door to the bathroom, I’d lock myself in.
I take a quick shower, eat some breakfast, and then am further tortured with downward dog and flying crane. I would never admit this out loud, but I secretly enjoy spending the day with Jett, even if I am naked and mortified half the time. He’s funny, easy to be around, and always tries to cheer me up. On some jacked-up level I see him as a friend.
I take another shower—because really what else do I have to do? A nice long hot one that helps ease the tension in my muscles. As I wash my hair I wonder ruefully what compromising position Kayne will put me in tonight. I half dread it, half crave it. Two nights together and my body is already calling out to his.
I dry off, pull my damp hair up into a bun, and walk into my room fully expecting to find clothes laid out for me. Alright, really just a new pair of underwear. But Jett just hooks my collar back on and leads me to the bed.
“Hang out, sweet thing,” he says as the padlock clicks.
“Like I have anywhere else to go,” I answer snidely, pulling at the chain.
Jett just snickers at me and taps me on the nose. “See you in the morning.”
Then he takes his leave, and I am once again a puppy left waiting to be played with. Night has fallen and moonlight is shining brightly through the large wagon wheel window. My owner is late.
When I hear the door click, I pop onto my knees. Kayne’s footsteps command the room. “How’s my kitten?” He makes quick work of unlocking my leash from the bed.
“A downward dog expert,” I reply flatly.
Kayne pauses. “Excuse me?”
“Jett made me to do yoga today.”
Kayne’s lip twitches. “Did he?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl.” He rubs me under my jaw. He unhooks the chain from the front loop and re-clasps it to the one on the back of my collar. Red flags fly up.
“Go kneel on the floor. Make sure you face the TV.” I scramble off the bed and into the middle of the room. I fall to my knees, look down, and rest my hands on my thighs. I’m breathing heavily, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I hear him shed his clothes then click on the television. The familiar sounds of sex fill the room. Only one thing plays on that flat screen—porn.
“Fours, Ellie.” I feel him yank on the chain. I lean forward on my hands and knees as Kayne straddles me, the leash pulled so tight in his hand that the collar is forcing me to look up. On the television, two people are heavily engaged in intercourse. A man and a woman going at it on a white leather couch. The camera is at the perfect angle displaying every thrust of the man’s large cock into the woman’s bare pink pussy. My heartbeat quickens and my core throbs the longer I’m subjected to the erotic display. I’ve never watched porn before and its effects are startling.
“I hear you breathing, kitten. Like what you see?” Kayne asks lewdly.
I stay silent. I don’t want to answer. I don’t want to say yes. I don’t even know if yes is the right answer. All I know is my body is responding indecently to the visual stimulation.
“Kitten?” Kayne yanks my chain, provoking a response.
“Yes, Kayne.” I can barely expel the words.
“Good, kitten,” he replies smugly.
I don’t know how long we watch, but it’s well into the night. Couple after couple partaking in explicit, untamed sex. Kayne just stands over me, holding my leash as my arousal winds tighter and tighter around me.
I’m close to begging when he finally moves, kneeling behind me. I rock lightly, as he massages my backside with a taut grip on my leash. He runs his finger from the top of my ass along my slit and tickles my clit. I’m so over-stimulated, his touch feels like pins and needles. I pant like the pet I am.
“Need me, baby?” He inserts one finger into me and my body electrifies.
“Yes, Kayne.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
