“Ellie,” Kayne says more firmly, completely nestled inside me.
“I feel a little ... exposed.” I chew my lip.
Kayne smiles. Widely. “I like you exposed baby.” He withdraws, and then pulls up his pants that are still hanging on his hips. “Exposed and open and only for me.” He hoists himself onto the table and crawls up my body like the predator he is, his eyes sparkling with something dark and triumphant. “See, it says it right here.” He jingles my tag. “Mine.”
“Yes. We’ve established that numerous times,” I quip.
Kayne pulls at the nipple chain playfully and I wince. “Don’t sass me,” he says still smiling.
“I can’t help it, it’s reflexive,” I answer.
“You know what else is reflexive?” He drops his head and kisses me torridly, his tongue circling and owning my mouth. I moan softly, then strain as he releases my nipples from the clamps. I breathe through the abrasive sensation as the blood runs through my body. Subdued, little sounds escape my throat as he continues to kiss me through the pain.
Pleasure and pain. Pleasure and pain. Definitely two words synonymous with him.
Kayne slips his hand under my collar and strokes my neck lightly with his thumb. My arms are still strapped down and my legs are still buckled to the stirrups. I wonder if he plans to keep me here all day.
“Don’t ever feel ashamed or embarrassed with me, Ellie. Your body is perfect. You’re perfect.” He kisses me tenderly.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer, kissing him back.
“Good, kitten. Cupcake.”
I STARE AT MY SHINYnew jewelry sitting on the bathroom counter as I soak my sore muscles in a steaming hot tub. A tag for my collar, a delicate white gold heart with the inscription ‘Kayne’s kitten’. He gave it to me yesterday, right before he strapped me to the table of torture and fucked me senseless with clamped nipples.
I am collared. I am tagged. I am utterly owned by him.
The man is a sexual carnivore. His appetite insatiable. I have bruises on my hips from where he holds me, hickeys on my body from where he bites me, and handprints on my ass from where he spanks me. I look abused. I feel abused. I feel conflicted. My brain keeps telling me this whole thing is wrong. I’m a victim, a pet, a captive. But my body craves Kayne the same way it would crave water in the desert. It has quickly become the slave to him that he wanted, succumbing to all his devious desires and demands.
I take my time getting out of the tub, knowing Jett is in the bedroom ready to torture me with more yoga. It’s doing its job and stretching my muscles, which is pleasing Kayne to no end. It also helps loosen my stiff joints the morning after his brutal punishings.
You love it, don’t complain.I shove my subconscious into a dark closet.
I get out of the tub, dry myself off, and allow Jett to torment my body further with more downward dog and lord of dance poses. By the time we’re finished and he’s fed me, it’s late in the evening.
I notice thick chains and leather cuffs dangling off one of the stirrups on the table of torture in the other room.
“What are those for?” I ask as he fastens my collar and chains me stark naked back to the bed.
Jett shrugs. “Kayne requested them. He has something planned.”
My heart rate takes off. Jett leaves me with my racing thoughts. Always something new, always something kinky. Always something that leaves my body depleted and my soul stirring. Ever since we established cupcake, I’ve felt different. Yes, he’s a domineering prick sometimes. But when he touches me, when he’s inside me there’s an undeniable connection. The same connection I felt to him before. When we would steal a look or flirt privately in the conference room. The same red hot connection we had that night he took me.
The door clicks and I shoot to my knees. My sitting position. My submission. The heavy steps of Kayne’s presence makes my pulse pound and my most private places throb.
He lifts my chin with one finger so I can look him in the eye. The eyes that are crystal blue with a lightning bolt of brown. He tickles my tag with an arrogant smirk.
“Evening, kitten, how was your day?”
“I missed you.” The words just roll right out of my mouth. I stiffen and Kayne’s jaw drops. His sharp intake of breath is like a vacuum. Then a wide salacious smile spreads across his tantalizing mouth. The mouth that is capable of so many things. My thighs tingle just looking at it.
“I missed you too.” He squeezes one of my breasts. “And these.” He runs his hand down my torso and cups my pussy. “And this. But,” he leans in to kiss me, “I missed this most of all.” I moan as his tongue rolls slowly against mine and he pushes his middle finger deep inside of me.
“I hope Jett gave you carbs for dinner, because it’s going to be another all-nighter.” He breathes against my lips, almost apologetically.
“Come to think of it. He fed me pasta.” I sigh as he fingers me slowly. “Did you take another Viagra?”
He halts all movement. “How did you know I took Viagra?”
