by M. Never
Kayne stirs in his sleep as the early-morning sun brightens the room and the glorious view on display before us. He couldn’t have picked a dreamier destination. I could lay here all day and just admire the tranquil turquoise-blue of the water.
“Mmmm.” Kayne stirs again, this time sliding his hand over my stomach, pulling the hem of my dress up as he goes. “You stayed.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Don’t know. I guess I expect the worst.”
I put my hand over his, lacing his fingers with mine. He hugs me tighter, digging his erection into my back, making my blood flow increase in speed.
“What would help ease your mind?” I ask softly.
“Knowing last night made a difference.” He skims our entwined fingers down my bare thigh, and kisses me behind my ear.
“It did.” I tilt my head, giving him better access to my neck.
“Good.” He sucks hard on my skin, spurring my whole body to come alive. I let go of his hand as it explores my body, sliding from my hip to my torso then straight up to my breast. He squeezes it roughly over the fabric, pinching my nipple until it pebbles.
“Ellie,” Kayne utters my name painfully, and I know there’s no turning back now. Not that I want to. “I need you so much.”
“I need you, too.” I turn in his arms, desperate for him just to kiss me. And kiss me he does. Like a starving man who’s never tasted sugar before, he invades my mouth, sucking my tongue, forcefully pushing my head into the pillow.
I’m drowning already, and he’s barely even touched me. Kayne breaks our kiss just long enough to rip the lacey panties off my body then reclaims my mouth. I meet him roll for roll and thrust for thrust as our tongues tangle together. “I want to show you,” he says between kisses. “I want to show you how much I missed you.”
Before I even have a chance to respond, he’s repositioning us, sliding off the bed and onto the floor, dragging my lower body with him until my legs are dangling over the side of the mattress. He pulls me up into a sitting position and situates himself between my knees. This is a first, Kayne kneeling before me.
Kayne sucks on his lower lip as he gazes at me, his eyes hungry and his body ready. He takes both thin straps of my dress between his fingers and slowly lowers them down my arms, exposing my breasts. The hunger in his eyes quickly morphs into famine as he drinks in my naked chest, my nipples hardening just from his stare. He leans forward, and I brace myself for his touch, for his lips to find my skin, his mouth to find my aching points. But he only grazes his teeth against my neck and runs his hands up the outside of my thighs. “Can I touch you, Ellie?”
“Yes.” I drop my head back and moan as he kisses my neck and massages my breasts.
“Can I taste you, baby? Can I put my mouth on your pussy and lick you until you come?” Kayne swirls his tongue against my skin mimicking exactly what he would do if I say yes. I’m panting before I know it, his words as illicit as his actions. “Can I?”
“Yes.” I force out the word as he rolls my rock hard nipples between his fingers. God, the effect this man has on me. It’s inhuman and maddening and utterly blissful. Kayne kisses his way down my body, sucking on each of my breasts and stopping short just below my navel. I’m so tuned up I can barely stand it. I almost beg, but I refrain. Anticipating his next move, I watch engrossed as he hooks his arms around my thighs and spreads me wide, locking my legs in place.
“Lean back, Ellie.” He pulls my lower body closer to the edge of the bed just so a bit of my ass is hovering off the side. Resting back on my hands, I grab onto the sheet for support, the two of us breathing raggedly as we stare into each other’s eyes. “I want you to watch. I want you to see how much I missed you.” Kayne tightens his arms and drops his head, and all I can do is hold my breath as his tongue darts out to take its first taste. The contact feels electric as Kayne launches a full-on assault, making sure I see every circle and every thrust. Pink flesh meeting pink flesh, both glistening with my arousal.
Kayne moans against me as he sucks vigorously on my clit.
“You really do taste like cupcakes.” He laps me up like sugary frosting, and all I can do is quiver uncontrollably. He isn’t wasting a moment pushing me to the brink.
“Kayne.” I moan his name, close my eyes, and drop my head back as the sensations completely take over.
“Don’t take your eyes off me, Ellie.” He halts all movement, and I snap my head up. “I want you to see. I want you to watch me make you come.” His stare is sharp as a knife and dark with desire. I know that look. It’s his unyielding need for control—his dominant side waking from a yearlong slumber. It makes me shiver in all the right ways. It’s such a fucking turn on that I almost hate myself for loving it. But it’s his dominance that made me realize what we were both capable of. I drop my gaze as Kayne leans back down, trapping my swollen clit between his teeth and gently bites. I try to buck my hips as a zap of pleasure courses through my body, but his hold has my lower half restrained.
Oh God, I’m so close—watching him, feeling him, succumbing to him.
“Kayne, please,” I cry out as he brushes his tongue over the entire length of my slit, driving me mad.
I’ve had just about all I can take when he finally decides to take pity on me and apply the pressure I need. Forced to watch as he fucks me with his mouth, stabbing my entrance repeatedly with his masterful tongue, everything south tightens and tingles. “Oh God, please.”
I gasp. “Please, Kayne, may I come?”
As soon as the words leave my lips, the energy in the room changes. He looks up at me as I stare down, my heart pounding in my ears as he slows his strokes.
“Ellie, you just made me hard as fuck, but you don’t have to ask my permission anymore,” he says gruffly, between licks. “You’re free to come whenever you want.”
Embarrassment washes over me like I have never known, deflating my orgasm like a vented hot air balloon, and suddenly all I want to do is escape.
“Come for me, baby.” He continues to lick me, but I grab his hair.
“No. Stop. Let go. Stop.” I fight to jerk my legs out of his iron tight hold.
Kayne releases me, thankfully, with a worried expression.
“Ellie?” He tries to touch me, but all I want to do is disappear. I bolt up and retreat into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Such a fucking idiot! I asked his permission!
I kick away my dress that is now pooling at my feet and turn on the shower, wanting to scrub the last five minutes away. I step into the freezing cold spray and bury my face in my hands.
“Ellie?” Kayne bangs on the door as I slowly die of mortification. “Ellie, please let me in.” I can’t tell the frame of mind he’s in over the running water. On some level, I’m afraid he’s mad and will want to punish me. On another, I know that’s ludicrous given the conversation we had last night. My head is just too screwed up to think straight, and it’s all thanks to Kayne.
“Ellie!” He bangs on the door harder, and I jump.
“Can you just give me a minute?” I snap.
This reunion is going spectacularly. For the first time, I strongly believe I made the wrong decision coming here. Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I’ll never be ready. Maybe I’ll always believe I’m nothing more than just a slave.
Just as I turn under the showerhead to wet my hair, I catch Kayne climbing through the window.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask as he drops his pants, shrugs out of his stained shirt and steps into the shower with me.
“Your minute is up.” He stalks forward and pins me against tiled wall.
“Kayne,” I protest not meeting his eyes.
“Ellie.” He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “Let’s get a few things straight. First, no more running from me. That shit’s over. You’ve had over a year to come to terms with everything. I’m done waiting. You run, and I’ll come after you.”
I stare into his eyes silently, my chest heaving, wate
r dotting my face as the stream ricochets off his body. Part of me wants to fight him, to tell him to fuck off, and the other wants to melt into his arms and submit. It’s a constant tug-of-war battling inside me.
“Second,” his voice turns velvety soft, “if you want to ask my permission to come, be my guest. It makes me fucking hard as a rock.” He pushes his erection against my belly.
“I don’t want to ask your permission. I never want you to control me again.” But even as I say the words, I know they’re only partly true. Kayne’s dominance is what makes him so seductive, what draws me to him like a dancing flame, and that’s exactly the problem—one tiny touch and I get burned.
“I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do, but I’m not going to let you walk all over me, either. I want to be with you, Ellie, however I can have you,” he repeats his words from last night. The same ones that won me over. One simple sentence that sealed my fate.
I take a deep breath and pull myself together. I want to be here, with him.
“I just hate that I’m conditioned,” I tell him honestly.
Kayne smirks and cups my face in his hand. “Well, we’ll just have to recondition you.” He closes his mouth over mine, flicking his tongue against my teeth. “Starting now.” He embraces me more urgently, pressing his big body flush against mine. There are so many promises in that kiss; it’s like a swear, an oath, an affirmation.
“How do you want me to make you come? Do you want me to lick or fuck an orgasm out of you?”
My worried thoughts become nothing but a haze as he manipulates my mind with his profane words.
“Ellie, tell me,” he urges gently, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
I search for my voice, finding it behind the searing need shooting through my system. “Both?” I struggle to answer.
I feel Kayne smirk against my cheek. “That’s my girl.” He doesn’t waste a second kissing his way down my body until he’s settled on his knees. “Hang on, baby.” That’s my only warning as he hooks his arms under my thighs and hoists me right off the ground.
“Oh!” I steady myself with one hand against the wall as Kayne buries his face between my legs and licks until I’m writhing and moaning, fisting his hair, and squaring off with the orgasm that eluded me just a short while ago. “Oh God, oh God.” My voice pitches as I slump in his arms, my climax grabbing hold and yanking me down into a spiraling black abyss.
I come around cocooned in Kayne’s arms, the warm spray of the shower tickling my skin and the even hotter caress of his lips traveling down my neck.
“Welcome back.”
“Mmm.”
“How was your trip?”
“Too short.”
“We can go again.” He squeezes me in his arms, his erection digging into my thigh. “I need you so bad, Ellie,” he says strained.
“You can have me,” I reply without even opening my eyes. At this very moment, he could do anything he wanted to me and I wouldn’t protest.
Kayne growls in my ear. “Turn around. Put your hands over your head.”
I do as he says, placing my hands against the wall. A moment later, he’s pinning my wrists together with his fingers, like a zip tie. He splays his free hand on my lower abdomen and juts my hips out. I’m stretched and tethered and in seemingly familiar territory.
Kayne teases my pussy with the length of his erection, skimming through my wet folds before he fully penetrates me. I know what he’s doing, drawing out my desire until I’m desperate again. He plays that game so well.
I moan as he grazes my sensitive slit, winding me up.
“I thought you said you needed me?” I rock against his steel-hard erection.
“I do, I just want to make sure you need me back.” He keeps up the leisurely pace between my legs.
“Do you? Do you need me, baby?” he rasps in my ear, and as much as it pains me to admit it, I do.
“Yes, I need you,” I whisper.
“I need you, too.” With that, he thrusts into me, filling me to the brim. His fingers tighten around my wrists as my muscles clench around his cock. Kayne groans, burying his face in my neck while stalling inside me for a few heat-induced seconds. “Fuck,” he spits as he starts to move, pulling all the way out then driving back in, each thrust a little more urgent than the last. “God, I missed you.” He picks up the pace, keeping me positioned exactly how he wants me, hands pinned, hips out. Hitting my sweet spot over and over until everything inside me gravitates to the pulsing sensation between my legs. The ache is unbearable, but at the same time so deliciously good.
“Ellie, come with me,” he grinds out as he slams into me so hard he lifts me right off the ground. “Come.”
“Oh God!” I’m almost there, barreling down the last lengths, as Kayne clouds my mind the same way the steam is clouding the shower. When he drops his hand from my abdomen and circles my swollen clit with his finger, I detonate, crying out and coming hard all over his cock.
Kayne pulls out at the tail end of my orgasm and jerks off all over my ass, warm semen coating my skin as he groans like a dying man. He drops his head onto my shoulder and breathes the word ‘mine’ so softly I don’t think I was meant to hear; but I did, and the declaration sends chills down my spine and hot lava through my veins.
Kayne releases my wrists and grabs onto my waist. I rest my hands on the shower wall, thankful for the reprieve, and peek at him over my shoulder. I’m still slightly bent over, and he’s still slightly lust drunk. He rubs his come into my skin, making small circles down my behind until he’s cupping one of my ass cheeks in his hand. I tense as he squeezes it, not hard enough to hurt, but in a way that tells me he’s tempted to spank me. I brace myself for the blow, but it never comes. Instead, he just looks up into my eyes. “I needed that,” he says sedately, right before the corners of his mouth curve up into a devilish smile.
“So you said,” I mock, and the heavy energy between us cracks as we both start laughing.
Kayne hauls me into his arms with happiness radiating from his body.
“I also need you.” He kisses me sweetly as he positions me under the spray washing away his sticky remnants from my backside.
“So you said.” I sigh, kissing him back.
“I’ll say it as many times as I have to until you believe it.”
KAYNE’S PHONE BUZZES ON THE nightstand. I ignore it the first time, but it persistently vibrates for several minutes while I lay in bed—Kayne’s bed—recuperating and processing the events of the morning. I glance around our vacation bungalow. The one with a view of Bora Bora to die for, expensive furnishings, and glass floors where fish swim beneath us. This is definitely paradise, and he’s spared no expense.
His phone goes off again, and now I think it might be important. I grab the towel off the floor, wrap it around my naked self, and then pick up the phone. I walk into the bathroom to find him standing in front of the sink brushing his teeth. I pause in the doorway and just watch. Kayne catches me staring through the mirror. He spits, wipes his mouth, and then asks, “What’s up, Ellie?”
“Oh, um.” I snap out of my suspended state and walk over to him. “Your phone kept buzzing. I thought it might be important.”
Kayne pulls me against him while he takes the phone. “Why were you looking at me funny before?” He glances at his screen with his arm securely around my waist.
“I’ve never seen you brush your teeth before,” I admit. “It’s so . . . normal.”
Kayne laughs. “I’m not an alien, Ellie,” he says as he types something with his free hand.
“To me you are,” I giggle. “Ever since I met you, you’ve always had this persona that felt way bigger than me. First wealthy businessman, and then . . . well . . . you know,” I fidget and blush. The controlling Dom. “Then undercover super spy.”
Kayne laughs dropping his face closer to mine. “I’m just a man, Ellie. I put my pants on one leg at a time just like everyone else.”
Yeah, right! Kayne
is way more than just a man. He can try to convince me, and himself, and the world that he’s just like everyone else, but that’s so far from the truth it’s actually comical. He’s a force, half angel, half demon, wrapped up in a package of male perfection. No, he’s no alien; he’s a predator. He entices you with his charm, lures you with his appeal, traps you with his will, then pounces on you when you least expect it, ready to kill.
Just a man, my ass.
Kayne’s phone buzzes in his hand again.
“You’re popular,” I comment.
“Not really.” He looks down at the screen and frowns.
“Everything okay?”
“Fine.” He pastes on a fake smile. “Just work.”
“Just work?” I repeat. He refers to his job so nonchalantly, like he’s a computer programmer instead of an international man of mystery.
“Yes, work. And it’s fine.”
“So fine you have to use an alias?”
He looks at me slyly. “The alias is just for precaution. You don’t take down one of the most dangerous drug lords in the world and not take necessary steps to protect yourself.”
“Are you in danger?” I ask concerned.
“No, at least none that we know of.”
“We?”
“Yes, I have a twenty-four-hour surveillance team scanning for threats. And there aren’t any that we’re aware of at the moment.”
“But there could be?”
“There’s always a possibility of retribution.”
“Kayne—”
“Ellie,” he interrupts me, “I will tell you this. You have nothing to worry about. I would die before I let something bad happen to you.”
“I don’t think it’s me I’m worried about.”
Kayne smiles. His facial expression is endearing, but his eyes tell a completely different story. They’re deadly and cold, and actually scare me. “Baby,” he says almost threateningly. “If someone is stupid enough to come after me, they better have their funeral arrangements made. Got me?”
“Yes.”