“Ever, Ellie. I’m never going to let you go. Ever!”
Whack!
“Ah!” I screech.
“I’ll kill you before I let that happen again.”
WHACK! He hits me again, and I wail like I never have before. My body is strung so tight it feels like my muscles may rip. I whine feebly as I hear the creak of the leather and prepare for another blow, but it doesn’t come. Only the feel of his erection pressing into my ass. The contact is brutal; my backside feels like he lit my skin on fire.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Are you wet for me, baby?” He slides one finger easily into my pussy. Shamefully, I am. I want this man so badly I endured brutality just so he’d fuck me freely, with no reservations, and nothing holding him back.
I nod zealously.
He grabs hold of the end of the belt around my neck and pulls it tautly, forcing my head to snap back. He’s going to ride me like an animal. Like his pet. I grab onto the edge of the table for dear life and brace myself. Good thing, too, because he slams into me violently, the dual sensation of his stabbing cock and stiff hips colliding with my abused ass makes everything inside me constrict to the point of almost painful.“Ohh,”I grate. Kayne said he was going to fuck me and that’s exactly what he does, beating into me over and over, pulling on the belt hard while my body bucks forward. I’m completely helpless, rendered his.
I claw at the table as his cock thickens inside me. Hitting me harder and deeper each time. My body tenses, as an all-consuming orgasm booms like thunder in my core.
When I moan, Kayne moans, when I gasp, Kayne gasps—like we’re in sync. He feels what I feel.
“Come, Ellie,” he grits out as his thrusts become erratic. “Come all over my cock and show me how much you need me.”
My head is twisting with conflicting thoughts, but my body, my body is reveling in the tyrannical way he takes me, the way he commands me. He feels so fucking good, I freely give into the sensations storming inside me, give into Kayne and to my fucked-up desires. I push my throbbing ass back against him and let go, screaming, crying, and moaning as my orgasm unleashes. Then, without any warning, Kayne snaps the belt against my ass cheek just at the height of my pleasure, and I let out a hoarse howl as my climax ratchets up several more notches, sending me flying. The world vaporizes as I get lost in the elongated seconds of extreme ecstasy; Kayne hammering away at me as I drench both of us with my uncontainable arousal.
“So good,” he chants, “so fucking good.” He slams into me one last time, his fingertips piercing into my hips as a sound so powerful and male escapes from him it shakes just a few more drops of pleasure out of me.
The two of us collapse forward, moaning feebly in the aftermath. Kayne’s large, hard body covering mine. After a few long wit-collecting moments, he begins kissing my shoulders; sweet, soft kisses that tickle my skin.
“Ellie?”
“Mmm?” I answer absently, still reveling in the lingering bliss.
“You know I would never kill you right?”
“I hoped you weren’t being serious.” I smirk.
“No.” He tightens his arms around me. “If you decide to leave, I’ll kill myself.”
My eyes pop open. “Kayne, don’t talk like that. No one is killing anyone, and I’m not going anywhere.” I crane my neck to look at him. His eyes are so raw. “I promise.”
We stare vehemently at each other before he wraps his hand around my throat and pulls me against him, crushing his mouth to mine. The kiss is awkward yet passion-filled all at the same time. Kayne is still buried inside me, and I feel him growing hard again. I moan freely, so ready for round two.
“I love you.” He pulls away and digs his face into my neck. “I love you, I love you.”
I smile. “I know. I lo—”
We’re suddenly interrupted by someone banging on the front door.
“Monsieur! Monsieur!”
Kayne and I both freeze. “The night concierge,” he tells me. “I’ll handle it.”
Kayne withdraws from me, and my body frowns. It misses him already. I watch over my shoulder as he pulls on his shorts and hurries down the stairs. I suppose I should do the same, but my body is so sore, and the thought of pulling my pants over my battered ass is distressing. I’m not going to be able to sit down tomorrow, I’m sure of it. Probably not the next day, either, so I just lie there spent.
I listen to the faint voices of Kayne and a very upset concierge. Then I hear something that shocks me. Kayne speaking French. Like fluent, beautiful French. It’s totally arousing. He’s full of so many surprises. And I love surprises.
“Ellie?” I hear Kayne jog up the stairs.
“Mmm hmm?” I answer still draped over the massage table.
