I press the head of my cock against her entrance and she juts her hips back begging for it. “Stay,” I order, and she stops moving.
I reach over her shoulder and grab the thin chain attached to the clamp, drawing it behind her. Then I tie it to the loop on the back of her collar, making sure there’s no slack. She’s breathing savagely with wild eyes.
This is going to be intense.
I lace my hands behind my head and stand steadily with my legs spread apart. Ellie watching me idly through the mirror.
“Go on, kitten. Move. Take your pleasure. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
She stares at me silently. I’ve never given her control before and by the look on her face, she has no idea what to do with it.
“Fuck me, Ellie.” I nudge my hips infinitesimally.
She trembles, steeling herself on her hands. And after an elongated beat, she impales herself onto my cock and cries out, her head snapping back as her body ingests all of me. She’s soaking wet and fucking on fire.
I watch, entrapped, as she begins moving urgently, pumping her pussy hard against me. I don’t budge, even though the need to grab her hips and pound into her is suffocating me. She doesn’t last long, a few heated seconds, before the orgasm eating her alive grabs hold. Ellie claws at the blue granite as she screams through her soul-sucking climax, the physical exertion visible on her pretty face as she saturates me with her arousal. My little kitten, in the throes of ecstasy? nothing is more powerful or stimulating.
My cock twitches and my heart hammers as the urge to fuck her senseless takes over.
She collapses forward after the tremors pass. Damn, that clamp is no joke.
I lean over her and kiss her behind the ear.
“My turn.”
“Kayne,” she cries, with her cheek pressed against the cool stone. Soft sobs wracking her body. “Cupcake.”
Instantly, everything inside me feels like it’s freefalling. All at once I withdraw from Ellie, spin her around, and plop her on the counter in front of me. I wrap her legs around my waist and slide back into her delicately. She shudders. She’s still sensitive and hot as a fever.
“What happened, Ellie?” I hold her face in my hands, dropping soft kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, anywhere and everywhere I can get my lips. She looks up at me with a harrowing expression.
“I just need to touch you.” The anguish in her voice rocks me. It’s the first time she’s ever invoked cupcake, and I know exactly what she needs.
Me.
A connection.
Sometimes I forget Ellie isn’t accustomed to this life. She endures everything I throw at her, no matter how taxing. Her strength seduces me, constantly spurring me to push both our limits.
I rip my shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. She places her hands on my chest, her right one landing directly on top of the intricate compass tattooed on my pec. She explores my body, touching my face, my arms, and my stomach all while I’m nestled snugly inside of her.
“I’m yours, Ellie. Every single inch.” I want to assure her. I want her to know she can have me if she wants.
She eyes my torso, brushing her fingertips over words inscribed on my ribs.It takes a certain kind of darkness for the stars to shine.
“What does it mean?” she asks.
I swipe my thumb across her cheek. “It’s a reminder that sometimes you have to do bad things for good reasons.”
Ellie creases her brow as I feather soft kisses against her lips. “I hope one day you’ll be able to understand.”
“Understand what?” she asks a little dazed.
“Me.” I shift inside her and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“Take it off,” she pleads, rocking her hips. I instantly remove the clamp and she winces, breathing through the pain as blood rushes to her clit.
“Better?”
