I hear the top pop. “When you’re in a committed relationship with your hand for a year, yes.” He drizzles the sticky substance over my tiny little hole. I glance back to see Kayne naked and fully erect, rubbing his length down with the lube as well.
“I’m going to stretch you with only my cock, Ellie. No fingers. We’ll go slow.”
He lines up behind me, and I feel the head of his erection poking against my tight little rose bud. I haven’t had anal sex in over a year, and it’s only ever been with Kayne. He penetrates me with the tip of his cock, the lube helping to ease it in, and the pain is immediate. I lunge forward, but he grips my hips and pulls me back.
“Don’t. Take it.” He pushes harder, and I whimper as he slowly rips me open. I claw at crumpled sheets, the bed a messy sea of white from last night.
Kayne relentlessly works himself into my behind, every inch a battle, every tear a victory. I heave air as he rocks in and out, the pain gripping me like a vice. I moan in agony as my body tries to reject the foreign object plunging its way into me.
“Let it out,” he grunts with a firm thrust, and my eyes spill over with tears. I press my face into the mattress and sob with his cock halfway inside me. When he pulls out, it only gives me one second of relief before he’s pushing back in, deeper than before. When he bends over me and grabs my collar, I know I’m done for. There’s no more reprieve, no more withdrawing, only a straight shot of hard cock directly into my ass. Kayne yanks at my collar as he thrusts, using it almost as leverage to bury himself to the hilt, reducing me to nothing but saggy bones and uncontrollable sobs. He takes over my body exactly the way he wanted—he invaded, enslaved, and then conquered it.
“I love your tears, Ellie.” His voice is rough, and his hips are relentless as I cry helplessly on the bed, letting the tears fall freely because I know that’s what he likes, what gets him off. I remember all too well, Kayne’s favorite things are pleasure, pain, and pushing me to my limit. Seeing how far he can take me before I finally crack.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he strains. “I missed getting strangled by your tight little ass.” His thrusts become jerky and erratic. “Touch yourself, Ellie. Touch yourself now.” He slams into me, and I cry out. With my face still planted on the mattress, I slide my shaky hands between my legs and do as he says, massaging my clit until my pussy relaxes.
“That’s it, baby.” He moves freely now, my burning ass completely stretched to accommodate his long length and wide girth.
“I wish you could see it,” he groans as he fluidly slides all the way in and then pulls all the way out like he was always made to fit me. “How you swallow me whole.” He sinks himself inside me again. “And fuck, it’s so good.” He slaps my ass so that my muscles clench around him. “Finger yourself. I want you to come. I want you to come with me.” He starts to pump fast, and I have to bite my lip to absorb the discomfort, the tears a steady, constant flow. But even with all he’s put me through, the need for release is still as strong as ever. I need him to fuck me; I want him to fuck me. I sink my middle and ring fingers inside my now soaking wet pussy and press my palm to my clit. I rub and finger myself all while Kayne uses my body for his wicked pleasure, the three acts swirling together to become the perfect storm of desire. My orgasm comes on like a high-speed turbine, all pressure and velocity, intensely working its way through my system until I can’t contain it anymore.
“Please, may I come?” I scream out at the very last second before I seize, my muscles grinding like steel brakes as my insides splinter.
Kayne doesn’t respond, he just repeats ‘mine, mine, mine, mine’ like a broken record as he’s sucked down with me, stabbing into my ass so deep I swear I can feel my heart beating against the head of his cock.
He pins me against the mattress as we both collapse to our knees, breathing harder than I think we’ve ever breathed before. When he withdraws, I feel like an overused rag doll who has been taken off her stick. I am sore, battered, and I think half dead. I cry some more. I’m not even sure why, I think just for some cathartic relief. The past day and a half has been the most taxing of my life. Being denied orgasm after orgasm and then broken open like a coconut has depleted my mind and my body.
Kayne wraps his arms around me and licks my face the same way he has all the other times I’ve cried in his presence.
“Your body and your tears are the closest to heaven I will ever get.” He burrows his face between my shoulder blades. “You’re the purest thing in my life.”
“There’s nothing pure about me, anymore,” I giggle and sniffle all at the same time.
“Your love is pure.”
I glance at Kayne out of the corner of my eye. The ferocity of his gaze is what makes me love him so much. It’s always drawn me to him. His presence is all empowering. That stare tells me I’m his entire fucking world, and he would do anything to protect it. To protect me.
How do you walk away from something like that?
Someone like that?
The answer is simple. You don’t.
KAYNE PLACES ME IN Asteaming hot tub, and my muscles whistle like a kettle. Oh, that feels so good.
He climbs in right after me, situating himself underneath me. The tub is quite large and looks out over the lagoon. There isn’t one lousy view from any room. Kayne massages my back, rubbing firm, hard circles over my spine as our bodies slip and slide together from the bubbles.
“You feeling okay?” he asks as he kisses my neck and holds me close.
“There’s a pain in my ass,” I reply drily.
“And I bet you love it.” He nips at me.
“Maybe just a little.” I rub up against him, the water sloshing, and slip my tongue between his lips. I suddenly break our kiss. “Oh! What did Jett want?”
Kayne frowns. “You’re kissing me passionately and thinking about Jett?”
That does kind of look bad.
“Not in the sexual,I want you to own me, rule over me, spank me kind of way.”I flutter my eyelashes at him.
