“When I tell you to kneel, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I grate as he pulls on the other binder clip. The sensation shooting through my breast like a bolt of lightning.
“When I tell you to lie down and open your legs, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne.” I sag in my restraints.
“When I tell you go bend over so I can spank you, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“What do I want from you, Ellie?”
I look straight into his eyes. “My obedience.”
“And?” He lightly twists the clamp on my clit.
“My submission,” my voice pitches.
“And?” He does it again and every one of my muscle fibers constrict.
“My body.”
“Do I have those things?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“What about your heart? Do I have your heart?”
“Yes, Kayne. It’s yours,” I say exhausted.
“Good. No one will ever protect it better than me.”
“I know.” I smile weakly as he steps back and takes a long sip of his drink sitting on the nightstand.
He swirls the brown liquid while he gazes at me with piercing eyes, starving with desire and glowing like bright-blue orbs.
“I never had the chance to appreciate you, Ellie. To really take you in like I would have if things had been different.” He finishes the last bit of his bourbon, and places the glass aside. He then proceeds to just stare, absorbing every single clamped, tethered inch of me. It’s oppressive, uncomfortable, and highly erotic as he begins to stroke himself while looking at me.
“Fuck, Ellie.” He steps closer so our bodies are touching. I can feel the stroke of his hand against my abdomen as he jerks himself off. “See what your body does to me? All I need to do is look and you make me want to come.” He yanks himself harder, grabbing one of my tender breasts forcing a loud, torturous moan out of me as the clamp bites my nipple. True to his word, he loves my agonizing sounds, squeezing my breast again and again, using my strain, struggle and torment to get himself off.
“I’m going to come,” he heaves in my ear. “You’re going to make me fucking come.” A moment later, a warm blast of semen coats my stomach as Kayne lets go. I can’t do anything but hang there as he marks me, my arousal turning up a notch as I watch him explode.
With a few deep breaths, he composes himself, wiping off the ejaculation on his palm across my thigh like I’m a hand towel as he nuzzles my neck right above my collar.
“Time to get clean, kitten. But first.”
He leans in and kisses me, swiping his tongue roughly against mine as he simultaneously unclamps my nipples. I whimper and kiss him harder as all the blood rushes to the surface causing the sensitive skin to thump with returned feeling. He then unclamps my clit, and I bite down on his lip as it pounds and throbs with a dull pain.
“Easy.” He rubs between my legs gently, easing away the discomfort.
“Please don’t stop,” I sigh desperately as I drop my forehead to his chest, an orgasm so achingly close.
“Sorry, Ellie.” He removes his hand, and I nearly weep. “Only when I say.”
I slump in my restraints. Kayne gives me a few minutes to decompress—or so he thinks, my orgasm nowhere near tapering off—before he picks up the switchblade from the bed and cuts me loose, catching me before I hit the floor. My body is completely limp from dangling so long. He unties my wrists, then lifts my dead weight into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He doesn’t put me in the shower or run a bath; he merely places me in the tub and turns on the water.
“Hands and knees,” he says as he sits on the edge. I frown at him.
