I try to decipher exactly what happened last night. Did we actually establish an emotional safe word? A word that represents more? I like the idea. I like not feeling empty.
The door clicks and Jett comes to a screeching halt when he realizes what he’s walked in on. Or what he thinks he’s walked in on. Which is nothing really, but Kayne sleeping soundly on top of me. He backtracks out the door with a smirk on his face.
I lie there silently listening to Kayne breath, inspecting his beautiful features, desperately trying to figure out what makes this complicated man tick. I trace the thick black barbed wire tattoo dripping with blood lightly with the tip of my finger. I’ve never had the chance to touch him freely before. Kayne stirs ever so slightly, then again. He runs his hand over my body until he reaches one of my breasts.
“Mmmm.” He squeezes with his eyes still closed. Then he shifts, digging his erection into my thigh.
“Put your hands over your head.”
I do as I’m told. Kayne’s eye pop open, the blue a shock of intensity. He smiles wickedly at me, and then wraps my leash around my wrists, somehow securing me to the bed with it.Boy Scout. Then he starts licking his way down my body. “How do you feel?” He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and the sensation shoots straight to my groin.
“Better.” I sigh, completely at his mercy.
“Good. Because I really need to fuck you.”
My heartbeat accelerates as he works his way down to my thighs, kissing the inside of each one. I moan, lifting my hips. I want him to lick me.Oh, did I really just think that?My body is a lecherous traitor.
He teases me with his tongue, never going near the pulsating spot between my legs.
The most I get is the tickle of his warm breath as he moves from one thigh to the other.
Why does he need to torture me? I find myself begging.
“Kayne, please.” I feel empty and exposed, my body pleading to be touched, to be filled. By him. What’s happening to me?
“Beg me. Beg me to be inside you.”
“Please, Kayne, please,” I whimper, as he sucks harder on my skin.
“Please what? Lick you? Fuck you? Beg for what you want, Ellie.”
“I don’t care! Either! Both! But please just touch me.”
God, when did I become so needy? When did this become okay?
Kayne nestles himself between my thighs forcing them further apart. He rests on top of me, pinning me under his body, the head of his cock pushing against my entrance.
“Open wider, Ellie,” he orders.
I inch my legs farther apart, as he slowly, mind numbingly, slides inside me. I let out a low moan as he works his hips languidly. Pushing all the way in and withdrawing all the way out. My muscles clench on their own accord, desperate to keep him inside.
“Wider,” he commands.
“I can’t,” I protest.
“Shhhh ... Don’t talk back and spread your legs.” He shifts one of his thighs so it presses against mine, forcing my already straining legs wider. I pull on my restraints as Kayne pushes the limits of my body. The wider my legs, the deeper he gets. It’s trying pain mixed with unbelievable pleasure. It feels like I’m tearing apart.
He grabs me by my collar as he thrusts harder, more erratic.
“Do you like the way I fuck you, Ellie?”
“Yes, Kayne.” I barely have any breath to speak, as an orgasm brews deep inside me. It comes on faster with every driving thrust while my wrists start to burn from fighting against the chains. I have no outlet for my restrained body to absorb the sensations, so it all concentrates between my legs, spasming up my center and punching its way into my stomach. This orgasm is going to rock me.
“Kayne, please may I come?” I ask desperately.
“Not yet.” He denies me.
“Please!”
