“What are you doing in here, kitten?” Kayne asks suddenly from behind me. Shit. I immediately drop to my knees. I didn’t even hear him come in. It’s the middle of the afternoon; he never comes to see me during the day.
“Turn around. Face me,” he orders. Dom dickhead is back.
I shift sideways, still kneeling.
“Look up.”
I lift my head.
“Answer.”
“Just staring out the window.”
The room with the table of torture gives me a more panoramic view of the outside with its circular shape and large paned windows. Ironically, I don’t feel so trapped when I’m in here.
“I see.” He stares at me for a heartbeat, then commands, “Come.”
Since I’m still kneeling and he hasn’t ordered me to stand. I crawl on all fours, like he trained me to do. Like a cat. Like the pet that I am.
He watches me salaciously as I come to sit by his feet.
“Lie down.”
I drop to my side, stretching out my body, resting my head on my arm. I stare up at Kayne, as he stares down. The look on his face is indescribable; there are so many emotions showing. At the forefront arousal and satisfaction. His eyes are wild as he rakes over my naked form.
“I have something for you,” he says while still standing over me, the corners of his mouth turned up. He pulls something out of his pocket, a small silver charm. “Get on the table. Kneel in front of me.”
I get up and climb onto the table, kneeling submissively on the firm black cushion. Kayne lifts his hand and shows me the trinket. It’s a small heart on a clasp that reads ‘Kayne’s kitten.’
“Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to.” He fastens it to my collar. “Me.” Holy shit, I’m now tagged, collared, and owned by him.
“Mine.” He leans in and kisses me, trapping my face in his hands. He swirls his tongue around roughly, thrusting it in and out of my mouth. “I want to do that to your pussy.” He breathes heavily against my lips. Here we go. My body responds without delay, becoming instantly wet. I’ve lost all control.
“Lie down. Hands by your sides.”
On the table?!?The last time we utilized this room, he beat me, then nearly destroyed me with his sexual prowess. And it’s about to happen all over again.
I comply, the slave that I am. Kayne restrains both of my wrists in the cuffs with my pulse flying high. Then he moves to the end of the table and grabs one of my ankles. He deftly secures my leg to one of the stirrups with the thick black leather straps—one over my thigh, one around my calf, and one on my ankle. Then he does the same to my other leg. I’m tied down, helpless, and battling for breath.
“Mmm,” he expels as he drinks in my incapacitated state. He then rests his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes, causing the stirrups to click as he spreads me wide. One, two, three, four. My back is arching and my hands are fisting from the torturous stretch. “Ugh,” I heave, trying to channel the pain.
“Perfect.” Kayne licks his bottom lip as I pant. He loves working me out.
He walks around to my side, never taking that maniacal stare off me. The room is filled with bright sunlight, making me feel more exposed and more on display than ever before; my nakedness and tethered body at the forefront of my insecurity and fear.
“You are so beautiful, Ellie.” Kayne rubs my breasts, my shoulders, my arms. He leans down and kisses me, kneading small, firm circles into my biceps. I release a contented moan against his mouth as he lulls me into submission.
He pulls away once I’m relaxed, and then opens one of drawers. I startle my eyes open and track every move he makes, watching with morbid fascination as he pulls out a thin chain with two little clamps on each end. He dangles it front of my face, his expression carnal, hedonistic almost. I look quickly between his luminous eyes on fire with lust, and the tiny torture device he’s holding in his hand.
He grins wickedly, then leans over and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, lashing his tongue against the little pebble as it hardens. I release a heavy breath, then without any warning, he places the clamp on my nipple. It bites, shooting a sharp sensation straight to the apex of my over-stretched legs.Oh. Then he does the same thing to the other nipple, vibrating a moan against my breast, just to tease me. The clamp bites down and I groan in protest.
“Fuck, you look so hot.” He grabs both my breasts from underneath and squeezes them hard. The clamps pinch at the same time and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Oh, God.”
“Oh, Kayne,” he corrects arrogantly as he massages me, arousal flaring through my entire being. “I’m your maker now.”
Not just my maker—my captor, my owner, my ruler.
