I stare back at him like he’s downright nuts.
Jett winks, and then coils the strand of crystals resting between my naked breasts around his index finger. “Kayne is going to love this.”
“How do you know?” I inquire.
“Because I know what he likes. I know what all men like.”
“A blow job?” I reply dryly.
“Yes, definitely that.” Jett laughs. “And a woman who’s all their own.”
TWO HOURS LATER I’VE CHANGEDinto a new button up shirt and dress pants, per the request of Jett. I have no idea what he has planned, and I have no idea how this night is going to turn out, but a large piece of me hopes well. I want so many things from Ellie that sometimes I wonder if I’m asking too much. Actually, I know I am because I do want her to be both.My lover, and my pet.
I arrive back at Ellie’s door precisely one hundred and twenty minutes later. When I walk inside her room, I find her exactly where she should be. Perched on her knees, naked and chained to her bed. Her honey brown hair is falling down over her bare chest and now part of her face, too. She cut, what are those things called? Bangs, I think. I stand in front of her and notice something sparkly around her waist. “Look at me, Ellie.” I put my finger under her chin and she sweeps her head up. Her eyes are lined with thick dark pencil, her cheeks are pink and so are her lips. Jett played dress-up. Her hair is cut into chunky layers, and she’s wearing diamond body jewelry. A thin string of crystals is attached to her collar, which run along her front, between her naked breasts, and belts around her waist. Her panties are a white, see-through material with garters holding up matching pantyhose. White patent leather stilettos finish her unbelievably sexy, temptress look. She’s fucking to die for; my cock is banging inside my pants already, begging to be set free.
“You look stunning.”
“Thank you, Kayne,” she replies in a lackluster tone. Her submission usually turns me on, but tonight I just want Ellie. I want the girl who shared her cupcake with me. Who used to laugh and ramble.Who used to want me.
I unlock the chain from her collar, drinking her in a few seconds more. “I’m sorry if I hurt you last night. Are you in pain?” I want to touch her but refrain. I don’t want her to think I’m just here for sex.Treat her like the tin man and you get a steel heart.
“No, Kayne.” Her voice breaks a little bit, and so does my newly functioning heart.
“Get up, Ellie.” I draw her off the bed. She eases up with grace, even though I see the agony she’s trying to hide on her face. I lead her over to the table hand-in-hand, no chains tonight. Jett put out a spread. There’s enough food to keep us locked up for three days. I wonder if that was his intention. I sit in the chair and Ellie kneels on the floor between my legs. She’s such a good girl. I let her stay for just a second before I pull her onto my lap. “Sit on me, Ellie.”
She blinks curiously but remains silent.Speak only when you are spoken to.
“How do you feel? Answer honestly.”
She looks up into my eyes with her head still bowed. “I’m hurting.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it that far.”
“What happened last night?” Her voice strains. The sound nearly kills me.
“Just a situation I have no tolerance for.”
“So you took your frustration out on me?”
“I did. And I’m sorry.”
She looks at me surprised, maybe because my apology is genuine. Maybe because I apologized at all.
“I like it rough, but I didn’t mean for my anger to translate.” I put my hand on her lower stomach. I know she had to feel it deep in her core when I slammed into her that first time.
“Why are you telling me this? Why do you even care? You made it very clear what I’m here for.” There are tears brimming in her eyes.
“I’m telling you because I want you to be able to trust me. To be able to talk to me.”
She shakes her head incredulously at me. “How am I supposed to talk to you, when you don’t allow me to speak? Or look at you, or touch you?”
“I am trying to figure that out.” I grab one of her breasts and start massaging it. I can’t be this close without touching her. Her nakedness and her sultriness makes me pine for her, even when she’s just an inch away. “But I want to know when you’re hurt or upset or lonely. I want you to be able to confide in me. Find comfort with me.” I drop a kiss on her shoulder. She smells amazing; whatever soap Jett makes her use is intoxicating.
“How am supposed to be open and submissive at the same time? We can barely have this conversation without you groping me.”
“I can’t help it. I won’t lie. I want you all the fucking time. Even now, I wish we were having this conversation with you riding me. If you weren’t in so much pain I’d plant you on my cock.”
“Kayne,” she admonishes.
