“Aren’t you going to take a bath with me?” I ask.
“Nope. I’m cleaning my dirty kitten. That’s all. Now get on your hands and knees.”
I do as he says with a sulk. Kayne chuckles. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I do, too. He’s re-establishing roles. Master and slave. I suppose it has to be done for the order of things. It doesn’t mean I have to like it any more now than I did then, but he’s the only one who can give me what I want, what I need. And he’s making damn sure it’s clear I understand that.
Kayne lathers me up, not missing one single spot on my quivering body. His touch feel good and so does the warm water. He washes my back and my front as I stay situated on my hands and knees like I’m a dog at the groomer.
Kayne works his sudsy hands over my ass and I tense. Not because it’s still sore, which it is, but because he presses the tip of his thumb against my back entrance.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here, Ellie.” He pushes in and penetrates the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh,” I moan over the running water. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it doesn’t exactly feel good, either. Not until he fingers my ass several times do my muscles relax and then tense up again in a completely different way.
“Mmm.” I push back into his hand as my orgasm starts to rapidly grow.
“You like that?” he asks as he slides his middle finger into my pussy and simultaneously fucks both holes. “It feel good?”
“God yes, please don’t stop.” I’m so fucking close to the explosion I desperately need I can practically taste it.
“That’s all you get, kitten.” He withdraws his fingers, and my body deflates.
“Kayne!” I whine. I need to fucking come!
He slaps me hard on the ass, and I yelp.
“Are you complaining, kitten?” he chastises me. I don’t have a chance to respond because he goes on. “You’re wearing my collar. And that means you do as I say. And I say when you come, understand?”
I shrink, “Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl.” He spanks me again, and I clench my jaw. My backside is still overly tender. “Next time you talk back, I’m using the belt. And my dick won’t be in you when I’m done.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer softly as he rinses me off. I know I should feel embarrassed or put off that he scolded me, but it just makes me want him more. Want to please him more. I don’t understand it, and I don’t think I ever will. All I know is that I have an erotic compulsion to obey him. To make him happy.
Kayne rinses me, then turns off the water. The ends of my hair are wet and so is the rest of my body, except for my face and neck. He didn’t wash me there because he never removed my collar.
He helps me to stand, and once I’m out of the tub, Kayne dries me off, still feeling like a windup toy ready to race.
“There. All clean.” He drops the towel into the hamper. “But I’m not sure for how long.” He smiles wickedly.
I stare up at him, trying not to give away how needy I am. It’s his fault, by the way. He created the insatiable monster.
“Now stay.” He grabs my chin and lifts my face, dropping a small kiss on my lips, then walks out of the bathroom, with me completely naked and a soft breeze from the wide-open window caressing my skin. I have a feeling clothes are a thing of the past, at least for the time being. Kayne returns holding a leash, a thin chain with a light pink satin ribbon braided through it that matches the color on the inside of my collar.
“I told you I had no premeditated intention when I bought these, but since we’re embracing the moment, I figure I’ll use it.” He hooks the leash to the front ring of my collar. “No locks, okay? No locks ever again.” He runs his hand down the chain and I nod.
“You always have a choice, Ellie,” he reminds me.
“Always?” My lip twitches.
“Yes.”
“Then I choose for you to fuck me.”
Kayne laughs. “I love when you talk dirty, but that’s not how it works. You chose to wear that collar, you choose to obey me. House rules. I tell you what to do, you say, yes, Kayne. You will please me. End of story.”
I just had a bout of déjà vu.
“So, are we doing this?” He yanks the chain.
