“I don’t want to lose you either,” I reply, unable to stop the words even if I wanted to. I am truly owned by him.
“You won’t. Even if you push me away,” he assures me resolutely. He then kisses me, causing my body to sway in the restraints. I tighten my fists and stiffen my limbs in an attempt to not lose my footing. The little chain Jett wrapped around my fingers clinks, spurring Kayne to glance up. He reaches for it, unraveling it from my hand.
“Fucking, Jett.” He plays with the shiny string.
“What is it? Another present for you?”
“It’s more a present for us.” His blue eyes flash with venturesome lust as he dangles the strand in front of my face. It’s long with a tiny clamp on the end.
“What’s that for?” I ask cautiously.
“I can’t wait to show you. Open your legs.”
I do as I’m told. Kayne threads one end of the chain through the loop on my collar, the other end he slips into my dainty panties, then, using his fingers, spreads my folds wide. There’s a sudden bite of pain as he pinches my clit with the clamp. “Oh God!” I gasp. Then he pulls on the chain and my knees go weak as a bolt of stinging ecstasy spirals through me.
“So you behave.” He kisses my cheek lightly.
A ravenous urge builds within me as he repeatedly yanks on the chain commanding the clamp.
“Kayne, please.”
“Please what, baby? Stop or go on?” he taunts me.
“I don’t know.” I drop my head back as my body depletes of energy. The sensations are much too much.
“You have no idea how sexy you look,” Kayne breathes against my neck. “You have no idea what your body does to me.” He grabs my ass and grinds his erection against my aching clit. I groan as the clamp pokes and prods at me, making me dizzy with desire. “You have no idea what I would do to keep you.” He nips at my skin.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he says tortured, grabbing my face in his hands. “I ... I ...” He searches my eyes, desperate and afraid.
Afraid of what, I can’t begin to imagine. “... I want to watch you come.” He cops out.
Reaching down, he slides my thong over to the side, and then inserts one finger into my throbbing core.
I moan uncontrollably as he strikes the right spot over and over.
“Shit, you’re wet baby.”
“You’re going to make me come.” I pull on the restraints as my body seizes, the clamp working the sensations double time. I buck in the shackles with my climax just out of reach.
“Kayne, please!” My voice is hoarse and my body is trembling.
“Not yet, kitten.” He slows his rhythm, and I nearly combust into tears.
“Why?” I plead.
“Because I want you to remember who controls your pleasure. No matter where you go or who you’re with. You’ll always be mine.” He leans into my neck, and I realize too late that he has the chain to the clit clamp between his teeth. Before I know what’s happening, he slips another finger inside me and jerks his head. The dual sensations cause me to spark, splintering my existence into a thousand tiny pieces as Kayne commands my pleasure. His words echo like the threat they are. And the promise. My body gives way as every muscle strains, leaving me demolished in the restraints. My arms feel like they are going to dislocate, but I can’t bring myself to stand. I’m destroyed once again. My mind, my body, my soul, my heart. They all feel like they’re bleeding.
“Remember my words, Ellie.” He hoists me up.
“Yes, Kayne,” I reply, like I’m doped up on something. Like I’m doped up on him.
“My kitten.” He smoothes his hand over my hair. “Recuperate and I’ll clean you up.”
He leaves me hanging, literally, and disappears into the bathroom. Kayne returns with two folded hand towels and a small bowl of water. He drops to his knees in front of me and removes my lacy thong. With the first towel, he wipes between my legs. With the second, he dips it into the bowl and proceeds to wash me. The water is warm and fragrant with something I can’t place. It feels incredible as he moves up the inside of one thigh and down the other. His touch is so skilled and wonderfully tender. When he’s through, he pats me dry; remaining on his knees he gazes up at me with an idolizing expression. The moment is surreal and also oppressive. The weight of his stare is almost too much to endure, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t bring myself to turn away.
“Can I ask one thing of you?” Kayne places his hands gently on my hips.
“What?”
