Apparently, Kayne’s word wasn’t good enough for Jett because he insisted that he produce me at dinner tonight. If you ask me, I just think he and London miss us.
I catch Kayne leaning against the doorway staring at me through the mirror. He’s wearing a light-brown button-up shirt, tan dress pants, and a scorching hot expression, like he wants to devour me right where I stand.
“See something you like?” I ask him as I close the mascara and place it back in my makeup bag.
“Maybe.” He strolls up behind me. “These are a bit short.” He tugs on the hem of my white shorts.
“So?”
“You know how I feel about you showing your body off to anyone but me.”
I turn to look at him, placing my hands on his chest. The material of his shirt so incredibly soft.
“I think we need to establish something,” I flirt. “The only place you get to tell me what I can and cannot wear is in the bedroom. Outside those doors, I’m my own woman.”
Kayne’s eyes flash with something I’ve never seen before, nothing angry, but excited, perverted almost. “Oh, yeah? That’s good to know because I do want to dress you up. I want you to really be my kitten. I want to slide a pair of ears on your head and plug a tail in your ass and fuck you while you purr,” he says groping my behind. My jaw drops from the vivid image.
“I didn’t realize you were into fetish,” I reply breathlessly as he kisses and tickles my neck with his warm breath.
“I never really was, but being with you makes me want to . . .explore.”He looks at me with ravenous lust in his striking blue eyes.
I’m trapped in place, my knees about to buckle. This man is going to be the death of me.
“So, is that a yes, Ellie?” He rasps in my ear while unbuttoning my pants and dropping them to the floor.
“Yes,” I gasp as he slips his hand into my panties and starts to finger me. “Oh God, yes.” My eyes roll into the back of my head. “If it will turn you on, I’ll do it.” He caresses me slowly, allowing me to feel every microscopic touch as he massages the walls of my pussy.
“Good girl. Shit, you’re wet. Looks like I’m not the only one the idea of fetish excites.” He presses his rock solid erection against my thigh.
“No,” I answer mindlessly, flinching as my orgasm flares like a wildfire. “Are you trying to make me come?” I breathe harshly.
“Maybe.” He fingers me faster. “Maybe not.” He withdraws from me completely, and I nearly topple over.
“Kayne,” I whine miserably.
“Sorry, kitten.” He slides his middle finger into his mouth and sucks off my remnants. I just watch with wide, transfixed eyes.
“Definitely sweeter than whipped cream.” He hums then fishes his hand into his pocket. He retrieves his switchblade and pops it open right next to my head. I jump.
“I would also like to establish something.” He runs the switchblade all the way down my body stopping at my hips. “I will always have some kind of say in what you wear.” There’s a loud tear as he slices through the spandex and lace of my underwear. “No panties tonight.” He repeats the motion on the other side, leaving me stunned. He picks up my mutilated underwear and discards it in the trash.
“Now what do you have to say about that?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer automatically like I’m conditioned to do.
“Good, kitten. Now hurry up and fix yourself, I don’t want to be late.” He makes for the door, his erection uncensored in his pants.
“God forbid,” I snark.
He leers at me while he adjusts then disappears into the bedroom.
Tease!
Pulling myself together like instructed, I blot between my legs with some toilet paper and pull up my shorts. I look in the mirror. I’m flushed and feel achy, and it’s all Kayne’s fault. I huff, throwing some of my hair over one shoulder as I leave the bathroom. He really is going to be the death of me.
Kayne opens the front door for me once I emerge from the bedroom.
“Our ride will be here any second.” We walk outside into the pleasant evening air fragrant with something sweet. Island flowers, maybe.
