She smiles up at me. “You can tell me as many times as you want.” She rocks her hips, inviting me inside her.
“That could take a lifetime.” I slide easily into her.
Ellie wraps her arms and legs around me. “We have an entire one to share.”
I love the sound of that.
“ELLIE, WAKE UP.” I FEELsomething cold run over my lips, and I flinch. “Kitten, wake up, I can’t watch you sleep anymore.” The cold wetness drips over one of my nipples, and my eyes fly open.
“Morning,” Kayne smiles hedonistically as he massages the ice cube against my clit. I suck in a sharp breath from the freezing sensation.
“How long have I been sleeping?” I rub my legs together and glance out the door. The sun is already setting.
“A while.” Kayne pops the ice cube into his mouth and stares down at me with ravenous blue eyes. It’s a gaze I recognize immediately.
“You’re wearing me out.” I smirk.
“I haven’t even begun to wear you out. Up.” He pulls me by my hands, and my body willingly goes. “Go to the bathroom and then come right back.” There’s authority in his voice. The kind that reduces me to just sensitive nerve endings.
I hurry up and do my business—my butt still so sore from last night—and immediately return to the bedroom. Once standing in front of him, Kayne runs his fingers reverently up my neck, over my collar, and then threads them into my hair. Controlling my head with a firm grip, he tilts my face up and spears his tongue into my mouth. I melt against him as the kiss consumes me.
“Kitten,” he says once he pulls away. It isn’t a question; it’s a statement, a fact. Part of our foundation. “Do you still want to marry me?” he asks so vulnerably.
“Of course, I do. Nothing will ever change that. I’m yours,” I reassure him.
“Good.” He drops a chaste kiss on my lips. “Because I’m dying to play.” His eyes burn bright and so does my core. This is what I’ve been missing, what I’ve been craving. Kayne in complete control—control of my mind, control of my body, control of my pain, and my pleasure. Am I crazy? Maybe. But isn’t that what love is? Insane. I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t snooping. I found the collar exactly the way I said I did, by accident. As soon as I saw that little silver heart, I knew it was mine. The first time Kayne fastened a collar around my neck, I hated it—I hated him. But after a while, things changed. I changed. And once I held it in my hand again, felt the leather under my fingertips and read the inscriptions on the tag—one side Kayne’s Kitten, the other side, Loved, Collared, and Owned by Him—I couldn’t resist. It was like I found a missing part of me.
I never knew that second inscription existed. Maybe if I had, things might have ended differently. Regardless of past outcomes, it’s the truth of the present that’s important now.
And the truth is Kayne has always owned me, since day one. I’m pretty sure I would have done anything he asked whether I was wearing a collar or not. That’s the claim he has on me—the power, the authority, the domination. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. I love every part of him—the Dom, the thrill-seeker, and even the broken man—I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried.
I breathe heavily with anticipation. He hasn’t even touched me yet and I’m already coming undone. Kayne pushes me back until I’m crushed between his hard body and one of the bedposts. “Put your hands up and hold on.”
I raise my arms and grasp the square post with both hands. Kayne steps back and looks greedily at my scantily covered form. I’m dressed in only his soft white undershirt and black collar, my nipples sharp as nails under the cotton material.
“Stay,” he commands, and then leaves the room. I wait anxiously as I grip the bedpost trying not to combust.
Kayne returns with a small bundle of zip ties of various sizes and a silk tie. I look at him curiously, but don’t say a word.
“Some things you just don’t leave home without,” he says haughtily as he pulls out several plastic ties. My heart rate speeds up as I watch Kayne fasten one zip tie around the top beam of the canopy bed directly above me. Then he connects another to that, and so on, until he’s constructed a plastic chain link. Finally, he takes the maroon silk tie and wraps it around my wrists. “So it won’t leave any marks.” He winks as he binds my hands with a zip tie, tightening it so my wrists crush together. Once secure, he pulls my arms up until I’m forced to stand on my toes, and attaches my bound wrists to the hanging zip ties.
“Perfect.” He admires his handiwork. Me, hung like a fish on a hook, helpless and gasping for air.
Kayne takes advantage of my defenseless state, cupping my pussy and groping my breasts until he has me moaning.
“Don’t get too wound up, kitten. No more orgasms for you.”
I frown.
“At least for a little while.” I swallow hard, trying to keep my balance on my tippy toes. “Baby, I want you to understand. I’m going to punish you, tease you, and fuck you so hard . . .” Kayne outlines my lips with the tip of his thumb. “But I’m going to love you even harder.” He then shoves his thumb into my mouth forcing me to suck on it energetically. I moan, unhinged.
“Good girl.” He removes his finger from my mouth then grabs my chin. “Now hang out and think about what it means to be a good little kitten. I’ll be back.”
With that, he leaves the room and me dangling.
Anticipation is always what gets me. The waiting, the solitude, and the fear of the unknown are the worst kind of mind games and the most powerful kind of arousal. Kayne playing me perfectly each time.
After way too much time alone with my thoughts, Kayne returns wearing only a pair of white linen pants that hang loosely on his hips. No shirt, no shoes, but definitely ready to be serviced. I can’t help but stare at my demonic angel who’s capable of being as bad as he is good. I shiver from just the thought of what he can do.
