“Let’s see how much.” He withdraws, then rolls my clit between his fingers; I nearly convulse. He quickly pulls away.
“Not yet, kitten, not even close.” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but the tone of his voice sends an ominous shiver down my spine.
Kayne grabs my hip with one hand, clamping down as hard as he can. With the other he keeps a tight grip on my leash, the collar straining against my neck.
“Don’t take your eyes off that screen.” He pumps the head of his cock against my entrance but never fully penetrates me. I’m dying, I need him so bad it feels like I’m going to tear in two. He just rocks lightly, slipping only a quarter of his erection inside me. I try to move my hips to gain more of him, but he holds me steady with his hand and the firm grip he has on my leash, pulling harder every time I move, the collar constricting me.
“Kayne, please.” His shallow pumps do nothing but crank my arousal with no offer of relief in sight.
“When I say you’re ready.” He withdraws completely, just as the woman on the screen climaxes, the man pounding into her relentlessly as he extracts every drop of her desire. I’m about ready to combust.
Then Kayne slams into me without any warning. “Oh!” I cry out, as the collar stops me from jutting forward. The tip of his cock hitting me exactly where I need, in the deepest, most tender part of my body. He thrusts again and again, sending me soaring.
“Kayne, please may I come!” I cry out as my orgasm breaks loose.
“No,” he denies me.
“Kayne, please!” I beg as he picks up his rhythm, as if trying to drive me mad.
“I have to come!”
“Don’t you dare.” He slams so deep inside me that I implode, losing all control.
I feel him everywhere, through every cell and every synapse in my body. The extreme release is heaven sent. Then, right in the middle of my highest peak, he pulls out, deflating the rigorous orgasm that threatened to destroy me.
“No, why!” I collapse, nearly crying.
“Because I didn’t give you permission.” He yanks on the chain. I want to murder him. I’ve never felt so high then crash so low in my entire life.
“Lie down,” he growls. I drop to my side, my body quivering from the starved arousal still snaking its way through my system. “Bad girl.” He spanks me hard. The sensations inside me rattle. He pushes me onto my stomach while the sounds of exaggerated sex still fill the room. His breathing increases from behind me, and I immediately recognize the sound. He’s jerking off. A few hellish moments later, he comes on my ass. I feel the spurts and hear his grunts all at the same time. I’m livid as my core throbs, demanding what he just afforded himself.
“Stay.” His voice is hard and for some reason it makes me feel ashamed. Why?
“Go to bed,” he instructs after he wipes himself off of me. I lift myself up off the floor.
“I don’t remember granting you permission to stand,” he snaps. He’s being so mean!
I glance at him over my shoulder before I sink back down onto all fours. He eyes my every move with a cold expression. I crawl across the room toward the bed. Then climb on it once I reach it. If I had a tail, it’d be between my legs. I kneel on the mattress as Kayne stalks into the table of torture room. My anxiety spikes. God only knows what he’s getting out of there. He returns with a pair of handcuffs.
“Lie down.”
I lie on my back.
“Put your hands over your head.”
I put my hands up, never taking my eyes off him. He cuffs me to the vining iron. “So you can’t touch yourself,” he informs me.
My eyes water. Cruel bastard. He repositions my leash after that, locking it to the front of my collar then securing it back to the headboard.
Shackled doesn’t even begin to describe me.
Kayne gets dressed, shoving his legs into his pants and jerking his brown pinstripe button up over his head.
He then comes to stand over me. “This is a lesson, kitten. I control your pleasure.” He circles the tip of his finger around my inflamed clit. I push my hips off the bed and moan insufferably. I need to come so bad, my head is pounding and my body is shaking.
“Kayne, please,” I beseech one last time.
“Sorry, Ellie, you have to learn. Would you rather I whip you instead?”
