“I say we start practicing right now.” He grazes his teeth along my neck then bites my earlobe.
“No time like the present.” I moan as he caresses me between my legs, over the fabric of my jeans.
“Let’s go.” He hauls me off the ground, encouraging me to lock my legs around his waist. I grind on his cock the whole way to our room, expecting him to toss me on the bed, but he apparently has other ideas as he walks us into our playroom.
“Take your clothes off,” he orders as he drops me in front of the swing. My arousal skyrockets. His dominance will always bemy undoing. Kayne watches as I pull each piece of clothing off. My white gauzy shirt, my Capri jeans, and boy short underwear. The ones made entirely of hot pink lace. Almost immediately, I’m completely naked while he is still fully dressed.
He sighs appreciatively as he gropes my breasts, teases my nipples, and consumes my mouth, stretching it wide as he forcefully circles his tongue. I can’t help but whimper, knowing full well the assault he’s about to launch on my body.
He lifts me into the harness, two thick nylon straps supporting me, one under my butt the other behind my back. On each of the four straps hanging from the ceiling are wrist and ankle cuffs, which Kayne wastes no time buckling me into. Once tethered, he stalks around me, the spider inspecting his spun-up prey. I see the lust illuminating in his eyes as he runs one finger along the inside of my outstretched thighs.
I have no idea what he’s planning; the only thing I can be sure of is that this isn’t going to be a straight-up fuck. He wants to play. And I’m the toy.
“Comfortable?” He strums my clit.
“I’d be more comfortable with you inside me,” I tell him point blank. I want him to fuck me and fuck me right now. Those soft, light caresses are eliciting a slow burn from the inside out.
“Soon enough.” He walks away, out of sight. Kayne purposely keeps our treasure chest in a corner of the room I can’t see. He likes to surprise me. He likes to be in complete control. And I don’t just mean control of my body. He likes to mess with my mind and trifle with my desire. While I hang here helpless, the room suddenly goes black as Kayne ties a silk blindfold around my head. After he tightens it, he murmurs in my ear, “Beautifully bound, exactly how I like you.” I feel him tickle the diamond heart hanging on my choker. One of his many symbols of ownership over me. Maybe the most significant.
I then feel him nudge something against my entrance. It’s hard and thick and penetrates me fully. With a click, the vibrator hums to life, waking up every single one of my nerve endings. “Oh.” I shudder with need, but the soft buzz only teases me. There’s not nearly enough vibration to bring me close to the edge.
“Hang around, kitten. I’ll be back.” There’s amusement andexcitement in Kayne’s voice as I catch the sound of strange clicks in the darkness.
Strapped in the swing, I have no choice but to do as he says while my arousal slowly stifles me like smoke. The light buzz kindling my excitement while suppressing it all at the same time. I fuss helplessly, knowing Kayne will only return whenhe’sready. I try to concentrate on the shower running when I begin to smell a spicy blend of cinnamon, vanilla, and nutmeg in the room. I don’t know how long I’m alone, but the wait is excruciating as my need curls around my limbs and weighs me down.
“Miss me, kitten?” Kayne says suddenly.
“Yes,” I answer, wanting.
“Yes, what?” He snaps something against my nipple and I flinch.
“Yes, Kayne.” I grit my teeth.
“Good girl. Just because we are preparing for things to change doesn’t mean they have yet.” He flicks my nipple again with what I think is the towel, and it bites me harder this time. “Yes, Kayne!” My voice pitches from the pain.
“Mmm . . . those word from your lips.” I feel the straps by my hands strain and the weight of my husband against me. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say them. I’ll never get tired of hearing you beg. You will always be mine.” He nips at my bottom lip, but that’s all I get of him. “I’ll never, ever let you go.”
“I don’t ever want you to let me go,” I rasp, feeding off his energy.
“Good.” With that, I feel the first burn against my skin, a fiery line across my lower abdomen. I squeal in surprise. Wax, hot wax. That’s what the spicy smell was, a burning candle. It cools quickly, hardening on my torso. I only have a second of reprieve before I feel it again. This time the fiery trail moves upwards on my stomach, some drips are bigger than others, but they all light my body on fire the same way. I squirm when he covers one of my nipples, the little nub baking under the heat.
“Oh, god.” He does the same to the other breast, the wax dripping down my side, reaching all the way to my back. I’m caught between a constant state of kindle and flame. The vibrator tortures the inside of my body while the hot wax does anumber on the outside. I drop my head back as I feel him make his way up my chest and stop just below my necklace.
“Hold still.”
I do as he says, on the brink of disarray. A shutter sound, like a camera clicking, flutters through the room. He’s documenting this.
“Perfect. You’ve been a very good girl. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” I pant, my skin inflamed, my body desperate, my pussy aching and soaking wet.
“Yes, what, baby?” Kayne massages my inner thigh.
“Yes, please fuck me. Make me come.”
“Oh, I plan to.” He spreads my folds wide and pours some wax right onto my swollen, throbbing clit.
“Holy shit!” My head spins and I buck in the swing as the burn of the wax does something inexplicable, makes my arousal magnify and my adrenaline spike almost like a runner’s high.
