“No.” I shake my head vigorously. He did this on purpose just to torment me. Punishment in one form or another.
He leaves me with my suffering and the porn still playing on the TV.
I SIT IN THE SHADOWSof my office, monitoring the security feed.
The house is quiet this time of night. Most everyone is asleep, except for Ellie. My frisky little kitten. She’s squirming uncomfortably handcuffed to her bed. I know she’s achy and miserable, just as she should be. Orgasm control, or denial in this case, is a fundamental technique used to bond dominant and submissive. Or with us, Master and slave. It creates intense arousal and physiological need. Need only I can fulfill.
It’s close to sunrise when I catch Spice leaving Javier’s room on one of the monitors. She’s crying, naked, and has whip marks all over her back. They look above and beyond the normal sexual role play. Son of a bitch is at it again. I stand, about to go to her, when Jett steps onto the feed. I swear, if I didn’t know any better, he was waiting outside that door all night. I watch as he gently puts his arm around her and she melts against him, sobbing as they walk off the screen. He has a way with women I will never understand. Each and every one in this house adores him. Me, they respect. But him? It’s just different.
I catch Ellie jerking and rubbing her thighs together on screen. She’s in agony.
So much for not becoming the one thing I’m fighting against. I may not pour hot wax all over her body, or whip or beat her until she’s bleeding, but I am torturing her in my own way.
I run my hands through my hair and groan. Time to go see my kitten. I love what I’m doing to her and I hate it. I know it’s wrong even when it feels so right, so good, and is so irresistible.
The sounds of explosive sex and Ellie’s heavy breathing circle the darkness as I sneak into her room. The dawn hasn’t quite peaked over the horizon, so the only light present is the glare from the television. It doesn’t offer much illumination considering the large expanse of the room.
“Please, please, please,” Ellie begs once she sees me. “I’ll control it. I’ll learn to control it.”
“Shhh.” I pet her head, then shrug off my clothes. It never fails, one look at Ellie chained up wearing my collar, and my arousal roars to life. I don’t even need to touch her. I grab the key to the handcuffs off the nightstand and crawl onto the bed, situating myself right between Ellie’s welcoming knees. “Don’t move,” I instruct as I release her hands. She grabs onto the white iron as I remove the handcuffs. “Need me, baby?” I ask while she whimpers feebly.
“Yes,” she responds with choppy breaths.
“Say it. Say you need me, Ellie.” I hoist her hips up.
“Kayne, I need you.” As soon as the sentence leaves her lips I drive my cock into her as deep as it can go.
“Ahh!” Her body twists with ecstasy as she grips the iron, her muscles clamping down around me like a metal trap.
“Shit,” I grind out, but don’t move as I succumb to the need of her body. Ellie is squirming desperately, but I steady her with a firm hold on her waist. “I want you to touch yourself.”
Ellie stills, staring at me like I just told her to jump off a cliff without a parachute.
“Touch myself?”
“Come on, kitten.” I encourage her with a tiny thrust. The way she moans you’d think I was fucking her mercilessly. All in good time.
“I’ve never done that before,” she squeaks out.
“Really? Never?” I question her.
She shakes her head.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” I reach for her hand and bring it to my lips. I suck two of her fingers into my mouth, making sure to get them nice and wet, then place them over her swollen clit. Ellie tenses. “Come on, baby, touch yourself. It will turn me on,” I encourage her.
“You’re already turned on.” She sucks in a deep breath. I pinch her ass cheek.
“Oh!”
“Remember who you’re talking to, kitten.”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl. Now, I want to watch you make yourself come.” I rock my hips and Ellie nearly fragments.
It takes several long seconds, but she finally starts to massage herself. Her movements are vapid at first, but after a few minutes, she closes her eyes and begins to explore herself with some enthusiasm. I watch and feel every gesture as her fingers slide easily between her wet folds and around her sensitive clit. She quickly finds a rhythm she likes and her breathing takes off, as does mine. Fuck, she feels amazing. I hold on to Ellie tightly, making sure to subdue her jerky hip movements so that all her pleasure is contained between her legs. She’s so close, panting hard while rubbing herself into an orgasm.
“Please may I come?” she nearly cries, her face tight with sexual tension.
