I want it rough.
I want him to punish me.
I want him to fuck me so hard that we’re both launched far, far away.
“Kayne!” I scream as I let go, pulling his hair as my orgasm cripples me. He licks harder and pumps the plug faster until he squeezes out every possible drop of my arousal.Oh god, I needed that. Desperately.He then lifts his head and looks up at me over my heaving chest, his eyes a sharp, piercing blue in the sunlight, the brown patch bold and dominant. Just like my ‘Master.’
“You are a very bad little girl,” he says as he shifts, pulling me down the table and placing me on my feet.
“I know,” I respond with satisfaction.
“How many lessons do I have to teach you before one sticks?”
“Many. I’m a slow study.”
“I’ve noticed. Clean up breakfast then come upstairs,” he orders resolutely.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer obediently.
With that he steps away—his erection standing tall and proud—and disappears inside. I know I’m in trouble. A delicious kind of earth-shattering trouble that’s going to both push my limits and send me soaring.
I clean up quickly, placing the dishes in the sink and covering the fruit and pancakes; I know Kayne will house them later. The man eats like he’s a growing teenage boy.
I hurry up the stairs and into our bedroom. It’s cleanly decorated in creams and whites with bold pops of color. It has a tranquil, airy feel, like an island escape.
I drop to all fours before I enter the playroom. Kayne is already waiting for me, leaning up against the bondage horse wielding his weapon of choice—a riding crop.
He hits it against the palm of his hand, watching me intently as I crawl across the room and kneel right at his feet.
“So here we are,” he states. “Is this what you wanted, kitten?” He uses the end of the crop to lift my face.
“Yes,” I squeak, then clear my throat and answer again more confidently. “Yes.”
“Kitten, kitten, kitten. You love to be punished as much as I love to punish you. What a pair we make.”
I smile up at him. “Is there anything wrong with being made for each other?”
“No, baby. Not a damn thing.” He holds my face in place.
“What’s your safe word, Ellie?”
“Cupcake.”
Kayne nods. We go through this ritual every time. In the four years we’ve been married, I have never used my safe word, no matter how far he’s pushed me. And there were times it was pretty far. But every experience has brought us closer together. I don’t think today will be any different.
“On.” He smacks the horse with the crop and the crack echoes throughout the room.
What makes Kayne so skilled at enlivening my emotions is the element of surprise. I never know what he’s going to do or what direction he’s going to turn. We don’t use the horse very often. Truth be told, I don’t get punished a whole lot. The last time was a few months ago. We’ve shifted more toward kinky sex than anything else, but every so often, our beasts demand to be let out.
I climb onto the black padded contraption with restraints on all four legs. Straddling it, I rest on my stomach as Kayne fastens my wrists first and then my ankles. The cuffs are tight and barelyleave any wiggle room. He did that on purpose. In this position, my ass and back are completely vulnerable. The leather is cool against my cheek, but my skin is on fire. My breathing quickens.
“Comfortable, kitten?” Kayne runs the crop over my bare back. “Or are you beginning to regret ever being bad?”
I always have a little bit of anxiety when I’m strapped down about to be punished. It’s what makes this experience so illicit. “No. I don’t regret it,” I force out.
He leans over and rasps in my ear, “Such a brave little kitten even when she’s scared.” I shake with anticipation, excitement, and a small amount of fear. Then I hear the crop cut through the air and connect on my ass cheek. “Kayne!” I jump, but the ankle and wrist cuffs restrain me; I’m not budging an inch.
“You wanted this, kitten,” he reminds me as he lands another blow.
