“Yes, come, now.” I’m close to combusting myself. My heart rate spikes, as she crunches up and makes herself come all over my cock. So fucking good. As soon as Ellie drops down on to the bed, I cover her with my body. She’s somewhere far away as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. The sounds of over-the-top sex still constantly streaming from the TV. I begin to rock, pulling all the way out then driving as deep as I can back in. She moans emphatically as I work both our bodies.
Ellie feels like nothing else in this world. Soft, wet, warm, and all fucking mine. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
“Fuck, Ellie, your pussy is so sweet.” I thrust my hips as my climax intensifies, Ellie’s muscles squeezing all the blood to the head of my erection, making me crazy.
“Open those fucking legs,” I nearly snarl. Ellie immediately drops her knees and spreads her thighs. I fasten my arm underneath her back as I piston into her.
I lose all control being with Ellie, feeling her bare skin flush against mine, and her soaking wet pussy engulfing every inch of my rock hard cock. The sensations skyrocket my body and my mind.
It consumes me, changes me.
“Kayne!” She cries my name, and I know just what she needs. The exact same thing I do. To come.
“Ellie, let go. Let go and come with me.”
She flutters her eyes open and for a split second just stares. The look is invasive. I feel it permeate all the way to my soul. My rhythm dies down, and I slide in and out painstakingly slow.
“Ohhhh...” Ellie closes her eyes, bows her body, snaps her head back, and comes. Every single inch of me hums as she saturates me with her arousal, and for the first time in my life the euphoric look on a woman’s face spurs me to break. I still at the tail end of Ellie’s orgasm, my whole existence screeching to a grinding halt as I spill inside her. My entire body is ablaze and Ellie is the cause of the inferno. I drop down on top of her once the ensnaring sensations let go and wrap her in my arms.What the fuck is happening to me?She feels so perfect, so right, like she really is meant solely for me. An unnamed emotion suddenly surges within me and I grab her by the collar.
“I want you to understand something.” She looks up at me with a penetrating stare. “Every morsel of food you eat, every breath of air you take is because of me. Because I allow it.” Her eyes widen. “You live because of me. You liveforme. Remember that when you fall asleep with my come inside you.”
Ellie focuses on me silently. A mountain of power shifting between us.
“Yes, Kayne,” she succumbs, and suddenly so do I. I kiss her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips for a few elongated minutes, lulling her to relax. She inhales a deep breath with her eyes closed on the brink of falling asleep. I, on the other hand, feel like I can run a marathon. The beast is pacing inside me, like a caged animal demanding to be set free. Once never seems to be enough when it comes to Ellie. I want her all night and every second the shrouded darkness can afford us. I’m wildly tempted to fuck her again, but I don’t. Instead, I withdraw from her gingerly just before she dozes off. She winces then frowns, tightening her arms. She’s so close to passing out that I wonder if she even realizes she did it. On some absurd level I convince myself she really wants me to stay.Keep dreaming dickhead.
I lie wrapped in Ellie’s arms a little longer than I should. For the first time in my life, I want to stay tangled in a woman’s embrace. In Ellie’s embrace. What would it be like to fall asleep next to her? To wake up and have her be there instead of an empty side of the bed. It’s such a dangerous curiosity on all accounts, but compulsory all on its own. It spurs me to remove Ellie’s arms from my neck and climb off the mattress. I can’t get close. Ishouldn’tget close.
I turn off the television then dress quietly; all the while watching my kitten sleep.What is she doing to me?She’s affecting me in ways I don’t understand. Burrowing herself deep within a part of me that I never knew existed.
I grab the door handle with one last glance at Ellie’s sleeping form; naked and vulnerable, yet passionate and strong. Everything she is, is everything I’ll never be.
With all the will I have, I open the door to leave and run right smack into Jett. It’s early morning now, and I know he’s come to check on her. He looks at me with questioning eyes as he tries to slip past me into her room.
“Let her sleep,” I say authoritatively as I step into the hallway, closing the door behind me. It clicks, locking her inside.
“Is she okay?” Jett asks concerned.
“She’s fine.”I think.Jett gazes at me impassively. I know he wants to check on her. I also know she needs her rest. It’s been a long night for everyone.
“How’s Spice?” I ask.
Jett responds with a pissed off expression. “She’s been better.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.” He folds his him arms crossly. This living situation sucks for all of us.
I sigh as I settle myself against Ellie’s thick wooden door.
“Going to stand there all day?” Jett asks irritably.
I shrug. “Maybe.”
Probably.
I’m just not ready to leave her yet.
I’VE TAKEN UP READING, BECAUSEreally what else do I have to do when Jett isn’t stretching me into next week with yoga or Kayne isn’t tying me up and fucking me into oblivion. I’m particularly intrigued—but mostly disturbed—by my current title. Almost all of the dirty adult books on the shelf are mindless sex stories. If you need to get in the mood you read one of those, but this one is different. It’s about a girl who was abducted at a young age and sold into sexual slavery to numerous buyers. To say it doesn’t strike a chord would be lying. The thought of Kayne selling me never occurred to me until this very moment. It’s a terrifying realization. I’m an object, not a person. My rights and identity have been stripped away and my sole purpose for living is to serve another. I haven’t forgotten Kayne’s assertionYou live because of me. You live for me. A chill runs down my spine. I want to take the book and chuck it across the room, but I keep my head and continue reading, morbidly engrossed in this girl’s horrific story of rape, torture, and forced servitude. She addresses all of her owners as Master. It’s creepy. I thank God for small favors that Kayne doesn’t make do that.
