“What are you trying to tell me?” He steps forward and takes my face in his hands, wiping away my tears with his thumbs.
“Being with you changed me.” I look up at him. Now that he’s a little calmer, it’s easier for me to talk. “You made me want things. Things I could never want with anyone else.”
“Things?” There’s surprise in his voice.
I nod, pressing my cheek into his palm.
He stares silently for several long moments. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?” Fire ignites in his eyes and burns straight through to my core.
I nod again.
“Ellie,” he breathes my name, and it sounds excruciating. “I don’t know.”
“Please.”
“If I open Pandora’s Box, I don’t think I’ll be able to close it again.”
“You won’t have to.”
“I’m not sure I want to take that chance. I swore to myself I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t give you another reason to leave me. I don’t know if I could survive losing you again. You mean too much.”
“You won’t lose me. I want it as much as you do.”
He shakes his head, clearly torn.
“Guarantee me,” he demands. “Guarantee me that if we do this you will still be here, you’ll still want me.”
“I promise. I need you.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “I need you to own me.”
“Why?” He searches my face intensely. I shrug.
“Maybe you’re not the only one with a beast inside you.”
“Shit, baby, that could be a dangerous thing.”
“I know, and I don’t care.”
I’m being reckless, I’m fully aware, but Kayne is my drug of choice and I can’t wait to get high. He looks me in the eye, hesitant to act.
“I told you, I want all of you. All your sides.” I try to reassure him. Coax him. I thought he would jump at this opportunity, but his reluctance only makes me want him more, care about him more. It tells me how precious I really am to him. How he really meant those words he spoke back in that room, my luxury prison.
“Beg me.”
I smile. “Please, please.” I lean in and try to kiss him, but he stops me, trapping my head with his hands that are still clutching my face.
“I didn’t give you permission to move,” he growls, and I shiver. That voice. That stern, commanding, all-encompassing voice that makes my insides flip-flop.
“Yes, Kayne,” I reply obediently, and that seems to stir something inside him.
“Fuck,” he mutters to himself like he knows he’s in trouble. Like he just gave in. “Kneel. Now.”
I drop in front of him, surrendering complete control, pressing my forehead to the wood floor attempting to get as low as possible.
“Good kitten.” At the use of my pet name, I literally liquefy. My panties drench with want and my pussy pulsates with need.
“Stay,” he orders, and then I hear his heavy footsteps move around the room. I’m shaking; I’m so anxious, nervous, and excited.
A few moments later, he returns to me. “Ellie, look up.”
