“Still hanging around, kitten?” He stands in front of me holding a rocks glass with bourbon in it. I know this because I recognize the smell. It’s Kayne’s drink of choice.
“You haven’t given me much of an option,” I respond.
Kayne arches his eyebrow at me with the glass close to his lips. “Getting sassy are we?”
“No. Just stating a fact.” I wriggle in my restraints. My body is starting to ache from its overstretched position.
“How disappointing.” Kayne takes a sip of his drink then places it on the end table next to the bed. He then opens the drawer and pulls out what looks like a pocketknife. I jump as he flips it open and holds the blade up in front of my face. “Something else I never leave home without,” he says as he runs the tip of the knife down my neck. Holy shit. I know Kayne likes pain, but I’m not sure I’m prepared for this. I hold my breath as he continues to run the tip over my collarbone and down to the center of my chest right above the line of my shirt. He presses lightly, digging the blade into my skin until it pinches. I whimper as my heart completely stops.
“Trust me?” he asks.
I nod unsurely because, up till this moment, I have trusted him, but now I’m not so sure.
“Good.” With a quick flick of his wrist, he slices my shirt open, the fabric ripping right down the middle. I nearly pass out.
“Relax, Ellie. I’m not really into knife play unless I’m stabbing it into the heart of someone who deserves it.”
“Good to know,” I swallow hard, breathing heavily.
“I do, however, like to inflict a little pain.” Kayne reaches into his pocket and pulls out three little blackthings.It takes me a second to realize what they are.
“Binder clips?”
“Second rule of survival. Utilize your surroundings. I told you I didn’t come prepared for kink so I had to use my imagination.” He pinches one of the clips with his fingers. I think I go pale. “I found these in the workstation desk. I’m getting my money’s worth at this resort.” He smiles. I don’t see the humor, only little chomping metal clips with a death grip.
“You look worried, Ellie. Don’t think you can handle it?”
I shake my head.
“I think you can.” Kayne begins stretching the clips, testing them on the tip of his finger several times before he’s satisfied. “That should do. Now be a good kitten and stand still.”
Like I have any other choice!
Kayne leans down and sucks my left nipple into his mouth, pulling on it hard with his teeth until it stiffens into a firm pebble. I can’t contain the moan from the feel of his mouth and how he can make my insides spiral. Then, without warning, he clamps my engorged nipple. “Oh, God!” My whole body goes rigid.
Kayne tsks me. “Didn’t we have this conversation? Oh, Kayne,” he reminds me. “I’m your maker now, Ellie.”
I’ll never forget that conversation or that situation. Strapped to a table while Kayne clamped my nipples, very much like he’s doing now. I’ll also never forget the orgasm he gave me. I still feel it in my dreams. Even sometimes when I’m awake. “I think we need a refresher course.” He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, repeating the process. The second clamp is just as severe as the first. I’m panting heavily trying to channel the pulsating pain.
“Kayne,” I protest.
“I love that sound.” He leans in close to my ear. “That tortured plea.”
I look down to see him adjust himself, the head of his erection peeking out the top of his pants. “I’ve barely touched you, and I already want to fuck your brains out.” He circles my clit with the tip of his finger.
“Yes, please,” I mewl feebly, my head dropping back.
“Much better, kitten. You’re starting to remember your manners.” Kayne drops to his knees. “But this isn’t about pleasure. At least not yours. Not yet anyway.” He runs his tongue between my folds, lashing at my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. I groan noisily as my body tightens and a knot begins to grow in my stomach.
“Kayne, please.” My nipples throb, my arms strain, and my pussy clenches.
“Sorry, kitten,” he says as he clamps my inflamed clit, and I cry out. Holy shit!
“Perfect.” He tugs on the binder clip, and I nearly see stars. By the time he stands, I’m gasping for air, my whole body is on fire, and there is an ache growing inside me faster than the speed of sound. “Now let’s review.
Who owns you, Ellie?” He yanks on one clamped nipple.
“You do,” I draw in a sharp breath.
