“You have been such a good girl.” He gropes me. “But I’m dying to spank you.” He palms my ass and my heart rate accelerates.
“Yes, Kayne,” I respond immediately, remembering what happened last time he told me he wanted to spank me.
“I told you that lesson would stick,” he says haughtily.
He definitely remembers, too.
Kayne pulls me to my feet by my new leash. A thick chain with delicate pink ribbon threaded through the links. My legs are wobbly. My body hasn’t fully recovered from the other night, and I’m not particularly inclined to pain. It’s moments like these that bring blaring clarity to my situation. I can’t say no. There is no,no.Or stop. No amount of begging will change his mind. He’s only given me the choice once, with Sugar.
“On the bed. Get on all fours. Facing the headboard.”
I immediately do as I’m told. I walk over robotically with my heart jack-hammering in my chest, crawl onto the mattress, and position myself on my hands and knees.
I watch as Kayne picks up the shackled cuffs lying on the table of torture, and then another chain from one of the drawers. I try to breathe steadily, but my body instinctively reacts to what’s on the horizon. Kayne walks over to the bed and places the items next to me. He kisses my back, starting from the middle of my shoulder blades, down my spine until he reaches my tailbone. Then he sheds his clothes, shrugging his collared shirt off first, then his pants. Naked, he’s a god—tall, toned, the standard of excellence.
“Get up and grab the top of the headboard.” He kisses my neck, right above my studded collar.
I scurry up the gargantuan bed and reach as high as I can, my fingers not quite making it to the top. Kayne crawls up behind me and presses his hard body flush against mine, pinning me against the vining iron. He loops the cuffs through an opening then secures both of my wrists. If it weren’t for the pillows, I would be dangling by just my arms. Then he fastens the end of my leash to a high curve forcing me to look up. I’m panting now, in yet another unyielding position.
“Mmmm,” he moans as he takes advantage of my overstretched body. Touching me wherever he wants. Massaging my breasts, my ass, my thighs, my clit, jutting my hips out a little farther after he’s finished copping his feel.
“Ready?” he growls primitively in my ear and I hear the clink of the other chain. I panic. I don’t want the pain. At least not that much.
“Kayne, please don’t.” My voice strains from the pool of tears welling in my eyes. “Please don’t hurt me.” I tremble in my restraints as I await the first blow. But nothing comes. Except soft kisses across my skin.
“Shhhh, Ellie. I’ll never hurt you again.” I feel him fasten the other chain to the back loop of my collar, a second leash. “Unless you make me.” He says it flippantly, but there is still an undercurrent of menace in his voice. A warning. A message: don’t fuck with me.
He massages me gently, lulling me into submission, then tightens his grip on the chain. The collar strains in two directions and I can no longer move my head.
“Fuck, you look so hot like this.”
I whimper as he rubs his cock against me, then lands the first blow. A sharp smack right to my ass cheek that stings like a son of a bitch. My body tenses all over. He hits me again and I grit my teeth, absorbing the pain, unable to move. He rubs my heated skin, tempering the sting.
He hits the same spot again—the fleshiest part of my buttocks—and I cry out.
Oh, God what did I ever do to deserve this?
“You’re doing so good baby,” he coos, licking my neck. “Let’s see if you’re wet.” Kayne slips his finger between my legs and slides it through my folds. “Fuck, Ellie. You’re soaked.” He withdraws his finger and lines the head of his cock right at my entrance. I brace myself, for what I don’t know. Another hit? For him to take me hard and fast, like he usually does?
He rocks against me, entering me slow and controlled, the movement foreign to me. “God. Ellie you feel so fucking right.” His voice is thick with lust as he pushes himself all the way in. A drawn out moan escapes my lips. He’s so big for my little body. Every time, stretching me wide, and filling me to the point of almost bursting. I’m helpless under his strict command; my wrists tethered over my head, my body dangling, my neck strained. He fucks me leisurely, sliding all the way out, then driving his cock directly back in. I’m losing my mind, the pace is perfect. It’s sending me to another planet. Then he whacks me again and I jolt back to the here and now. My relaxed muscles clench hard causing him to groan.
“One more baby. Then that will be five. You’ve been such a good little kitten, it spared you from ten.” The last hit is the hardest of all. I scream his name in protest.
He drops the leash—it smacks my backside—and grips my hips with both hands. Digging his fingers into my flesh, he still continues to move slowly. Like he’s savoring me. He never savors. He always just takes. Takes from my body, takes from my mind. This is different. The way he touches me, the way he moves.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me, Ellie. How much I want to keep you.” He removes one of his hands and begins to rub my clit, circling it lightly. Mind-bendingly good.
“Kaaaayne,”I moan, as everything aches; my arms, my ass, my pussy.
“Do you like that, Ellie?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“Tell me the truth.”
My brain is on autopilot as he twists all of my senses. “I love it. I don’t ever want you to stop.”
My orgasm is arresting me, the same way my wrists are tied. It’s coming on strong, full force. But I need more of him to explode.
