“Forgive me.” He drops his head. “Forgive me for every wrong I have ever done to you.”
The request sidelines me. Forgive him? Forgive him for kidnapping me? Forgive him for forcing me into sexual slavery? For beating me and humiliating me? For not protecting me and letting some scumbag accost me?
Forgive him for penetrating my heart, because even after everything, I want to remain his?
“I forgive you,” I say delicately.
He heaves a sigh of relief. Then places a soft chaste kiss right below my belly button. It feels almost reverent. This man is so complicated and intriguing and frustrating and exciting. One minute he’s an ice cold Dom, the next his affection could warm Antarctica. I’ll never understand.
Kayne suddenly drops, his entire body falling to the floor at my feet. He places a light kiss on my ankle, then on the inside of my calf, my thigh, my stomach, both of my breasts, my neck then finally my mouth. He kisses me firmly, but affectionately, like he’s trying to communicate something.
“You own me as much as I own you,” he sighs against my lips. His eyes closed, his voice woeful. There are a million conflicting emotions spiraling through me. I should hate him, but I don’t. I should want to run, but I won’t.
“Kayne ...”
“Shhhh, baby. No more talking. There’s been enough said.”
And before I can make any leeway, he puts me right back in my place.
I FINISH GETTING DRESSED WITHmy kitten watching me in her cage. She’s tethered, clamped, and collared. I don’t think anything is hotter. I button my shirt and slide my belt through the loops. Dressed solely in white, per Jett’s request.
Tonight everything changes.
My life as I’ve known it for the last six years.
I never take my eyes off Ellie. As much as I want to stick a plug in her ass and fuck her delirious in that cage, I’m refraining.
I almost told her everything.
I almost told her I love her.
I almost told her she was free.
I don’t know how I’m going to handle it if she walks away.
If?
When.
She says she’s forgiven me. But I know once the curtain falls, the past will be our biggest obstacle. The truth will derail everything, and I’m dreading that unavoidable moment.
My phone beeps and I check the message.
Jett: Go time. It’s been a pleasure serving with you.
I chew the inside of my cheek. Sentimental motherfucker.
“Time to go, kitten.” I turn to Ellie with the most sorrow I have ever felt in my life. I keep my expression stoic, but the emotion reaches all the way from the tips of my fingers to the bottom of my soles.
I unclasp Ellie from her binds and rub her wrists. Then kiss her lightly on the lips. She’s regarding me quizzically. I know I’m acting all kinds of weird, but I feel like a short-circuiting television. Cutting in and out between protection, duty, obligation, and love.
“Best behavior tonight, kitten.” I buckle each of her crystal wrist cuffs. Then I grab both her leash and the newly added chain dangling through her collar’s ring and yank lightly. She groans as the clamp tugs on her clit. My dick stirs. The clamp will keep her in line and aroused until I’m ready for her. “Head down, walk behind me, and only speak when spoken to.”
“Yes, Kayne,” she pants, and it revs my sex drive like a turbo engine. I will never get tired of hearing Ellie say those words. I will dream about them when I’m asleep and long to hear them when I’m awake.
I lead Ellie out of my room, loving the fact she was in my space. I fantasized about her sleeping in my bed, with a secret hope she’d become a permanent fixture one day. I have a foreboding feeling though, ‘permanent’ will never be an option with Ellie.
As we approach the staircase, the distinct sound of dance music floats up around us. Jett went balls to the wall for this party. Go big or go home, right?
