“Yes, Kayne,” I answer taunting him. Bring it on.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees and crawl. No standing unless I give you permission.”
I sink to the floor, never taking my eyes off Kayne’s. His gaze morphs into a perverse approval. My arousal spikes as my hands touch the smooth wood. Jesus, this man makes me so hot my insides just sizzled to dust.
“Come, kitten. I want to pet you.” He jingles my leash, and then leads me out of the bathroom and into the living room. He picks up the back cushion of the chair and drops it onto the floor in front of the couch.
“Kneel there.” I climb onto the light cream pillow and kneel as I remember, with my feet tucked underneath me and my head bowed.
“Your refresher course in obedience training seems to be working well.”
I don’t know why, but I smile to myself. I like the praise in his voice.
I hear Kayne pour a drink, but I never lift my eyes to look at him. I just wait. Once he’s finished, he sits on the couch, making sure I’m situated right between his knees.
“Closer, Ellie.” He motions with his hand, and I immediately scoot closer, placing my head on his lap. Kayne smirks as he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as he sips on his drink. In some weird way, I feel closer to him like this than I do when we’re kissing or fucking or even making love.
“My kitten?” he asks as the sun sets, casting shadows around the room.
I nod as he lulls me. “You’re the only one who can make me purr.”
“HUNGRY, KITTEN?” KAYNE ASKS ASI crawl behind him out onto the sundeck.
“Yes,” I answer, but not for food.
“I figured. You had a long night,” he says with some amusement. Long is an understatement. I’ve been playing consensual sex slave for over thirty-six hours, and in that time, Kayne has licked, fingered, and fucked me, chained me to the bed and spanked me, and used my body as a canvas to paint with his cum, all the while denying me an orgasm. I’m about as fragile as a thin piece of blown glass. I need release so badly, I could shatter with slightest kiss of an island breeze.
And Kayne fucking knows it.
The table outside is set up with breakfast; room service is a miraculous thing. It’s how we’ve sustained nutrition the last day and a half.
I kneel, naked except for my collar and chain, on the pillow he put down for me next to his chair. It’s another perfect morning, the sun shining brightly, the temperature warm, and the water sparkling. But it’s Kayne’s eyes that have my full attention. They’ve been on fire ever since I slipped my neck jewelry back on. It’s that look—that acute, heated gaze that’s so hot it could set the Society Islands on fire. That’s the look I live for, lust for, endure for. Because I know for as much punishment he inflicts, he’ll match it with an equal amount of pleasure, possibly even more. What this man makes me feel is above and beyond just physical. He reaches further inside me than anyone else, stroking my mind and caressing my soul; consuming me to the point that all I’m aware of is him. The outside world ceases to exist; I’ve become his willing captive, and I love every second of it.
I watch transfixed as Kayne picks up a piece of fruit from his plate, an orange cube of cantaloupe. He brings it to my mouth and rims it around my lips. I go to bite it, but he pulls it away.
He shakes his head, moving his hand down my naked breast to massage my nipple with the cold piece of fruit; it hardens to a painful point. I’m over-stimulated, moaning inwardly as I try to control the ravenous need flaring inside me.
Kayne pops the melon into his mouth then feeds me a piece. He repeats the teasing and massaging on each of my breasts until all of the cantaloupe is gone, and I am a panting mess.
“Please,” I beg. I’ve had enough. I’ve reached my breaking point; I don’t even care what I sound like, what I look like. I just need to come. “Kayne, please.” The tone of my voice is pathetic, broken down and desperate. He smiles because he has me exactly where he wants me. Which is dependent on him. And I am. His reconditional training worked. I’m enslaved, his bonded servant, trained to obey.
“Okay, kitten. You’ve been a very good girl, time for a treat.” He picks up a large strawberry from his plate. I stare half mentally removed as he brings it to his mouth and licks it with his tongue the exact same way he licked cream cheese frosting off a red velvet cupcake.Holy fucking shit.“Hmm, sweet,” he muses then reaches down between my legs. I gasp as the chilled strawberry tip grazes my sensitive clit.
“I want you to come, kitten.” He rubs the strawberry firmly against me and my need ruptures.
“Oh, God.” I sink my nails into my thighs as everything below my navel tightens. “Kayne,” I whimper as he rubs in a circular motion, making me crazy. I start to rock my hips as my orgasm takes on a life of its own, commanding me to climax.
“Who owns your pleasure, Ellie?”
“You do.” I suck in a ragged breath.
“Who owns your body?” he asks as he slips the strawberry into my pussy and fucks me with it.
“You do,” I moan deep in my throat.
“Who owns your heart?”
“You do!”I come so fucking hard and loud I’m pretty sure the neighbors hear as every ounce of pent-up frustration gushes out of me onto the strawberry and Kayne’s hand. Oh God, I’m destroyed. My body feels like Jell-O and I can’t hold up my head, but I stay kneeling until Kayne instructs me to move.
