“Ouch!” My behind stings.
Kayne rubs the inflamed skin until it tempers. He doesn’t utter a sound, knowing the silence is killer. Then, without warning, he whacks me on the opposite cheek. My body tenses all over again, my muscles gripping at the butt plug while my clit rubs against the unforgiving leather.
“Those were just warm-up shots.” Kayne walks around the horse until he’s standing in front of me. His blinding erection right in my face.
“Pick your head up. Open your mouth,” he directs. I do as he says; my head the only part of my body I can move. As I open my mouth, he pulls his shorts down, springing himself free. He then grabs the back of my head, gripping a handful of hair, and slides his cock in until it feels like it’s touching my tonsils. “Good girl. Now swallow me.” He pumps shallowly, keeping eighty percent of his erect length in my mouth. I fight to keep my jaw open and not choke on my spit as he pummels me. My eyes start to water and I pull against the restraints as he purposely gags me. He was never going to spank me. This was always going to be my punishment. I went down on him this morning when he told me not to, and he ended up coming rampantly in my mouth. Then I added fuel to the fire at the table outside by deliberately disobeying him.
He buries his cock all the way down my throat and we bothhave our own reaction. He shivers with lust, and I whimper helplessly. He then pulls out spontaneously, breathing erratically. “Going to think twice before putting your mouth where it’s not allowed?”
I sputter then grin deviously. “Maybe,” I pant.
“Maybe, your ass,”he mocks, repositioning himself behind me and landing another blow with the crop.Oh, shit.
The kinetic energy in the room electrifies as I feel Kayne move about. I hear one of the drawers to the chest open and close before I feel the warmth of his body behind me once again. A second later, the distinct sound of the lubrication top pops.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Ellie.” The distance is blatant in his voice, the overpowering arousal taking over, making him blind with need.
“Kayne.” My response is timid, hesitant.
“You asked for this, kitten.”
He’s right, I did. I want it. Doesn’t mean I’m not scared.
I hear his inconsistent breaths as he inserts one finger into my entrance.
“Get wet for me, baby.” He pumps his hand fast then adds a second finger and then a third. Before I know it, I’m grinding my clit against the hard leather, sprinting after an orgasm I didn’t even see coming.
“Keep rubbing, kitten.” Kayne continues to finger me as he yanks the tail from my ass. My body locks up because I know what’s coming. He spanks me, and I let out a shrill cry. He hits me again and again, with all three fingers buried inside me. I don’t know which is torturing me more, the pleasure or the sting of pain. I reach the precipice fast and hard.
“Kayne, please may I come?!” I wail, my pussy clenching and my clit aching.
“Come, kitten. Come.” There’s turmoil in his voice. Just as I let go and begin to freefall, Kayne withdraws his fingers and smears my arousal up into my pulsating buttonhole. He then plunges every inch of his concrete cock into my ass at once. I yelp like a wounded dog as his erection and my orgasm tear me right in two. The pain as shocking as the pleasure.
I cling to the wave of my climax for as long as possible while Kayne fucks me with reckless abandonment until he reaches hisown peak.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” He grunts, pulling on my hair. “Baby, you feel so good, you’re going to make me come.” He slams into me and I jerk forward in the restraints, my ankles and wrists straining, the tears flowing freely.
“Kayne!”
With one more deafening blow, he unleashes, coming deep inside my exploited ass and limp body.
In the aftermath, there’s nothing but static, sunlight, and the sound of our tattered breathing in the now stormless room.
“Hey.” Kayne kisses me softly, licking up the tears that are still flowing steadily down my cheeks.
“Hey.” I sniffle, looking up at him in my peripheral vision.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile, and I am.
“I love you,” he whispers, still licking and kissing my face.
“I know.” I close my eyes serenely. “And no one loves you more than I do.”
“Only by the grace of God.”
He’s trying to be funny, but Kayne’s funny always has a bit of truth behind it. In this case, anyway. He still feels like he doesn’t deserve me, and I came to terms a long time ago that it’s just a character flaw we both have to live with. Doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying to drill it into his head that he is loved and more deserving than he believes.
