Kayne kisses me one last time before he withdraws himself from my body. My taut little butthole relaxes for the first time today. I breathe more easily as all the tension uncurls itself from my limbs.
“Hang tight, kitten. I’ll clean you up.”Like I have any other option.Kayne returns from the bathroom with a damp washcloth and caringly wipes away the sticky remnants before he unfastens each restraint; rubbing my wrists and ankles as he goes. When I’m finally free, he urges me to sit up then lifts me into his arms.
Lethargically, I mold myself to him, resting my head on his chest. He tightens his hold, keeping me close.
I’m nearly asleep by the time he places me in bed and curls up beside me.
I snuggle up next to him, placing my ear over his heart, letting the strong, steady sound soothe me like it always does.
“Did I hurt you, Ellie?” he asks with a hint of worry as he runs one finger through my hair.
“You utterly ruined me.” That’s always my response after a bout of rough sex. It’s my way of telling him no one will ever compare to the way he loves me, physically or emotionally.
“Good.” There’s contentment in his voice. “You’re such a naughty little kitten.”
“I know. You made me that way.” I look up at him.
“I know. Do you hate me for it?”
“Does it seem like I hate you?”
“No.”
“Then there’s your answer.”
Kayne hugs me tighter as I stare up at him, and then glance away immediately once our eyes meet.
I feel his energy shift. “Ask me, Ellie.”
Shit. Kayne has told me repeatedly that I can’t hide anything from him, and as hard as I try to conceal what I’m thinking, one evasive glance always gives me away.
I nibble on my lip, hesitant to go down this road.
“Ellie . . .” Kayne nudges me, urging me to talk. He gets agitated when he knows that I’m deliberately keeping something from him. I chew on my lip harder.
“I want to be more naughty,” I state timidly.
“More naughty?” His eyebrows shoot up.
I nod cautiously, knowing this conversation could be world war three in the making. “I want to know what it’s like to be with two men.”
There, I said it, and should now probably take cover.
The severity of Kayne’s silence tells me everything I need to know. I just pissed him off big time. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s frightening. I think I just pierced my tongue with my incisor. I never should have said a damn thing.
Kayne suddenly expels a heated breath. “Do you really want to be with Jett that badly?”
“I really want to be with both of you that badly,” I clarify. “It isn’t just about Jett.”
He stares up at the ceiling. I know he’s at war with himself.He wants to give me what I want without losing himself in the process. The last time Jett, London, Kayne, and I fooled around, we took it further than we ever have before. For the first time, I was sexually intimate with Jett. I don’t even know how it happened, natural progression maybe, but my lips ended up around his dick. I sucked him off, while Kayne fucked me from behind, and London sat on his face. That was only a few weeks ago, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Haven’t stopped thinking about Jett and Kayne sandwiching me together and taking me at the same time.
“I know you didn’t hate watching me with him. You fucked me the exact same way you do when I’m with London.”
“How’s that?” he questions.
“Recklessly.”
His lips twitch. “It wasn’t so bad watching you suck another man’s dick.”
