by M. Never
“Trust me?” he asks.
I nod unsurely because, up till this moment, I have trusted him, but now I’m not so sure.
“Good.” With a quick flick of his wrist, he slices my shirt open, the fabric ripping right down the middle. I nearly pass out.
“Relax, Ellie. I’m not really into knife play unless I’m stabbing it into the heart of someone who deserves it.”
“Good to know,” I swallow hard, breathing heavily.
“I do, however, like to inflict a little pain.” Kayne reaches into his pocket and pulls out three little black things. It takes me a second to realize what they are.
“Binder clips?”
“Second rule of survival. Utilize your surroundings. I told you I didn’t come prepared for kink so I had to use my imagination.” He pinches one of the clips with his fingers. I think I go pale. “I found these in the workstation desk. I’m getting my money’s worth at this resort.” He smiles. I don’t see the humor, only little chomping metal clips with a death grip.
“You look worried, Ellie. Don’t think you can handle it?”
I shake my head.
“I think you can.” Kayne begins stretching the clips, testing them on the tip of his finger several times before he’s satisfied. “That should do. Now be a good kitten and stand still.”
Like I have any other choice!
Kayne leans down and sucks my left nipple into his mouth, pulling on it hard with his teeth until it stiffens into a firm pebble. I can’t contain the moan from the feel of his mouth and how he can make my insides spiral. Then, without warning, he clamps my engorged nipple. “Oh, God!” My whole body goes rigid.
Kayne tsks me. “Didn’t we have this conversation? Oh, Kayne,” he reminds me. “I’m your maker now, Ellie.”
I’ll never forget that conversation or that situation. Strapped to a table while Kayne clamped my nipples, very much like he’s doing now. I’ll also never forget the orgasm he gave me. I still feel it in my dreams. Even sometimes when I’m awake. “I think we need a refresher course.” He sucks my other nipple into his mouth, repeating the process. The second clamp is just as severe as the first. I’m panting heavily trying to channel the pulsating pain.
“Kayne,” I protest.
“I love that sound.” He leans in close to my ear. “That tortured plea.”
I look down to see him adjust himself, the head of his erection peeking out the top of his pants. “I’ve barely touched you, and I already want to fuck your brains out.” He circles my clit with the tip of his finger.
“Yes, please,” I mewl feebly, my head dropping back.
“Much better, kitten. You’re starting to remember your manners.” Kayne drops to his knees. “But this isn’t about pleasure. At least not yours. Not yet anyway.” He runs his tongue between my folds, lashing at my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. I groan noisily as my body tightens and a knot begins to grow in my stomach.
“Kayne, please.” My nipples throb, my arms strain, and my pussy clenches.
“Sorry, kitten,” he says as he clamps my inflamed clit, and I cry out. Holy shit!
“Perfect.” He tugs on the binder clip, and I nearly see stars. By the time he stands, I’m gasping for air, my whole body is on fire, and there is an ache growing inside me faster than the speed of sound. “Now let’s review.
Who owns you, Ellie?” He yanks on one clamped nipple.
“You do,” I draw in a sharp breath.
“When I tell you to kneel, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I grate as he pulls on the other binder clip. The sensation shooting through my breast like a bolt of lightning.
“When I tell you to lie down and open your legs, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne.” I sag in my restraints.
“When I tell you go bend over so I can spank you, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne.”
“What do I want from you, Ellie?”
I look straight into his eyes. “My obedience.”
“And?” He lightly twists the clamp on my clit.
“My submission,” my voice pitches.
“And?” He does it again and every one of my muscle fibers constrict.
“My body.”
“Do I have those things?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“What about your heart? Do I have your heart?”
“Yes, Kayne. It’s yours,” I say exhausted.
“Good. No one will ever protect it better than me.”
“I know.” I smile weakly as he steps back and takes a long sip of his drink sitting on the nightstand.
He swirls the brown liquid while he gazes at me with piercing eyes, starving with desire and glowing like bright-blue orbs.
“I never had the chance to appreciate you, Ellie. To really take you in like I would have if things had been different.” He finishes the last bit of his bourbon, and places the glass aside. He then proceeds to just stare, absorbing every single clamped, tethered inch of me. It’s oppressive, uncomfortable, and highly erotic as he begins to stroke himself while looking at me.
“Fuck, Ellie.” He steps closer so our bodies are touching. I can feel the stroke of his hand against my abdomen as he jerks himself off. “See what your body does to me? All I need to do is look and you make me want to come.” He yanks himself harder, grabbing one of my tender breasts forcing a loud, torturous moan out of me as the clamp bites my nipple. True to his word, he loves my agonizing sounds, squeezing my breast again and again, using my strain, struggle and torment to get himself off.
“I’m going to come,” he heaves in my ear. “You’re going to make me fucking come.” A moment later, a warm blast of semen coats my stomach as Kayne lets go. I can’t do anything but hang there as he marks me, my arousal turning up a notch as I watch him explode.
With a few deep breaths, he composes himself, wiping off the ejaculation on his palm across my thigh like I’m a hand towel as he nuzzles my neck right above my collar.
“Time to get clean, kitten. But first.”
He leans in and kisses me, swiping his tongue roughly against mine as he simultaneously unclamps my nipples. I whimper and kiss him harder as all the blood rushes to the surface causing the sensitive skin to thump with returned feeling. He then unclamps my clit, and I bite down on his lip as it pounds and throbs with a dull pain.
“Easy.” He rubs between my legs gently, easing away the discomfort.
“Please don’t stop,” I sigh desperately as I drop my forehead to his chest, an orgasm so achingly close.
“Sorry, Ellie.” He removes his hand, and I nearly weep. “Only when I say.”
I slump in my restraints. Kayne gives me a few minutes to decompress—or so he thinks, my orgasm nowhere near tapering off—before he picks up the switchblade from the bed and cuts me loose, catching me before I hit the floor. My body is completely limp from dangling so long. He unties my wrists, then lifts my dead weight into his arms and carries me into the bathroom. He doesn’t put me in the shower or run a bath; he merely places me in the tub and turns on the water.
“Hands and knees,” he says as he sits on the edge. I frown at him.
“Aren’t you going to take a bath with me?” I ask.
“Nope. I’m cleaning my dirty kitten. That’s all. Now get on your hands and knees.”
I do as he says with a sulk. Kayne chuckles. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I do, too. He’s re-establishing roles. Master and slave. I suppose it has to be done for the order of things. It doesn’t mean I have to like it any more now than I did then, but he’s the only one who can give me what I want, what I need. And he’s making damn sure it’s clear I understand that.
Kayne lathers me up, not missing one single spot on my quivering body. His touch feel good and so does the warm water. He washes my back and my front as I stay situated on my hands and knees like I’m a dog at the groomer.
Kayne works his sudsy hands over my ass and I tense. Not because it’s
still sore, which it is, but because he presses the tip of his thumb against my back entrance.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here, Ellie.” He pushes in and penetrates the tight ring of muscle.
“Oh,” I moan over the running water. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it doesn’t exactly feel good, either. Not until he fingers my ass several times do my muscles relax and then tense up again in a completely different way.
“Mmm.” I push back into his hand as my orgasm starts to rapidly grow.
“You like that?” he asks as he slides his middle finger into my pussy and simultaneously fucks both holes. “It feel good?”
“God yes, please don’t stop.” I’m so fucking close to the explosion I desperately need I can practically taste it.
“That’s all you get, kitten.” He withdraws his fingers, and my body deflates.
“Kayne!” I whine. I need to fucking come!
He slaps me hard on the ass, and I yelp.
“Are you complaining, kitten?” he chastises me. I don’t have a chance to respond because he goes on. “You’re wearing my collar. And that means you do as I say. And I say when you come, understand?”
I shrink, “Yes, Kayne.”
“Good girl.” He spanks me again, and I clench my jaw. My backside is still overly tender. “Next time you talk back, I’m using the belt. And my dick won’t be in you when I’m done.”
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer softly as he rinses me off. I know I should feel embarrassed or put off that he scolded me, but it just makes me want him more. Want to please him more. I don’t understand it, and I don’t think I ever will. All I know is that I have an erotic compulsion to obey him. To make him happy.
Kayne rinses me, then turns off the water. The ends of my hair are wet and so is the rest of my body, except for my face and neck. He didn’t wash me there because he never removed my collar.
He helps me to stand, and once I’m out of the tub, Kayne dries me off, still feeling like a windup toy ready to race.
“There. All clean.” He drops the towel into the hamper. “But I’m not sure for how long.” He smiles wickedly.
I stare up at him, trying not to give away how needy I am. It’s his fault, by the way. He created the insatiable monster.
“Now stay.” He grabs my chin and lifts my face, dropping a small kiss on my lips, then walks out of the bathroom, with me completely naked and a soft breeze from the wide-open window caressing my skin. I have a feeling clothes are a thing of the past, at least for the time being. Kayne returns holding a leash, a thin chain with a light pink satin ribbon braided through it that matches the color on the inside of my collar.
“I told you I had no premeditated intention when I bought these, but since we’re embracing the moment, I figure I’ll use it.” He hooks the leash to the front ring of my collar. “No locks, okay? No locks ever again.” He runs his hand down the chain and I nod.
“You always have a choice, Ellie,” he reminds me.
“Always?” My lip twitches.
“Yes.”
“Then I choose for you to fuck me.”
Kayne laughs. “I love when you talk dirty, but that’s not how it works. You chose to wear that collar, you choose to obey me. House rules. I tell you what to do, you say, yes, Kayne. You will please me. End of story.”
I just had a bout of déjà vu.
“So, are we doing this?” He yanks the chain.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer taunting him. Bring it on.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees and crawl. No standing unless I give you permission.”
I sink to the floor, never taking my eyes off Kayne’s. His gaze morphs into a perverse approval. My arousal spikes as my hands touch the smooth wood. Jesus, this man makes me so hot my insides just sizzled to dust.
“Come, kitten. I want to pet you.” He jingles my leash, and then leads me out of the bathroom and into the living room. He picks up the back cushion of the chair and drops it onto the floor in front of the couch.
“Kneel there.” I climb onto the light cream pillow and kneel as I remember, with my feet tucked underneath me and my head bowed.
“Your refresher course in obedience training seems to be working well.”
I don’t know why, but I smile to myself. I like the praise in his voice.
I hear Kayne pour a drink, but I never lift my eyes to look at him. I just wait. Once he’s finished, he sits on the couch, making sure I’m situated right between his knees.
“Closer, Ellie.” He motions with his hand, and I immediately scoot closer, placing my head on his lap. Kayne smirks as he runs his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp as he sips on his drink. In some weird way, I feel closer to him like this than I do when we’re kissing or fucking or even making love.
“My kitten?” he asks as the sun sets, casting shadows around the room.
I nod as he lulls me. “You’re the only one who can make me purr.”
“HUNGRY, KITTEN?” KAYNE ASKS AS I crawl behind him out onto the sundeck.
“Yes,” I answer, but not for food.
“I figured. You had a long night,” he says with some amusement. Long is an understatement. I’ve been playing consensual sex slave for over thirty-six hours, and in that time, Kayne has licked, fingered, and fucked me, chained me to the bed and spanked me, and used my body as a canvas to paint with his cum, all the while denying me an orgasm. I’m about as fragile as a thin piece of blown glass. I need release so badly, I could shatter with slightest kiss of an island breeze.
And Kayne fucking knows it.
The table outside is set up with breakfast; room service is a miraculous thing. It’s how we’ve sustained nutrition the last day and a half.
I kneel, naked except for my collar and chain, on the pillow he put down for me next to his chair. It’s another perfect morning, the sun shining brightly, the temperature warm, and the water sparkling. But it’s Kayne’s eyes that have my full attention. They’ve been on fire ever since I slipped my neck jewelry back on. It’s that look—that acute, heated gaze that’s so hot it could set the Society Islands on fire. That’s the look I live for, lust for, endure for. Because I know for as much punishment he inflicts, he’ll match it with an equal amount of pleasure, possibly even more. What this man makes me feel is above and beyond just physical. He reaches further inside me than anyone else, stroking my mind and caressing my soul; consuming me to the point that all I’m aware of is him. The outside world ceases to exist; I’ve become his willing captive, and I love every second of it.
I watch transfixed as Kayne picks up a piece of fruit from his plate, an orange cube of cantaloupe. He brings it to my mouth and rims it around my lips. I go to bite it, but he pulls it away.
He shakes his head, moving his hand down my naked breast to massage my nipple with the cold piece of fruit; it hardens to a painful point. I’m over-stimulated, moaning inwardly as I try to control the ravenous need flaring inside me.
Kayne pops the melon into his mouth then feeds me a piece. He repeats the teasing and massaging on each of my breasts until all of the cantaloupe is gone, and I am a panting mess.
“Please,” I beg. I’ve had enough. I’ve reached my breaking point; I don’t even care what I sound like, what I look like. I just need to come. “Kayne, please.” The tone of my voice is pathetic, broken down and desperate. He smiles because he has me exactly where he wants me. Which is dependent on him. And I am. His reconditional training worked. I’m enslaved, his bonded servant, trained to obey.
“Okay, kitten. You’ve been a very good girl, time for a treat.” He picks up a large strawberry from his plate. I stare half mentally removed as he brings it to his mouth and licks it with his tongue the exact same way he licked cream cheese frosting off a red velvet cupcake. Holy fucking shit. “Hmm, sweet,” he muses then reaches down between my legs. I gasp as the chilled strawberry tip grazes my sensitive clit.
“I want you to come, kitten.” He rubs the strawberry firmly against me and
my need ruptures.
“Oh, God.” I sink my nails into my thighs as everything below my navel tightens. “Kayne,” I whimper as he rubs in a circular motion, making me crazy. I start to rock my hips as my orgasm takes on a life of its own, commanding me to climax.
“Who owns your pleasure, Ellie?”
“You do.” I suck in a ragged breath.
“Who owns your body?” he asks as he slips the strawberry into my pussy and fucks me with it.
“You do,” I moan deep in my throat.
“Who owns your heart?”
“You do!” I come so fucking hard and loud I’m pretty sure the neighbors hear as every ounce of pent-up frustration gushes out of me onto the strawberry and Kayne’s hand. Oh God, I’m destroyed. My body feels like Jell-O and I can’t hold up my head, but I stay kneeling until Kayne instructs me to move.
“Mmm,” I hear Kayne moan. I crack open my eyes just as he bites the last bit of the dark-red fruit. “You’re sweeter than whipped cream.” He licks his fingers, then plucks me up from the ground and straddles me on his lap. “Feel better?” He nudges my cheek with his nose and grinds his erection between my legs.
“Honestly? No,” I laugh. “I could use ten more of those.”
“Good.” Kayne slams both of his hands on my bare ass and I jump like a spooked cat. I’m still unbearably sensitive. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” He kisses me hard, spearing his tongue into my mouth and my arousal begins a countdown to launch.
“Go—” He starts to order me, but we’re interrupted by someone banging on the front door. Oh no, not again.
“Kayne!” We hear Jett’s voice. “Kayne, come on, man! Open up!”
“Shit,” Kayne mutters. “Next time, I’m taking you to a private island with no neighbors, no doors, and no interruptions.”
I giggle. “I’m in.”
“You don’t have a choice.” He yanks on my chain.
“Kayne!” Jett bangs again.
“Coming!” he barks so loud, I jolt. Jeez, he can be scary in so many different ways.
“Sorry.” He kisses me softly. “Go inside and clean up, then wait for me bent over the side of the bed.” He threads his fingers into the underside of my hair and grips tightly. “I want your ass, Ellie.” Then he kisses me again, deep and hard, and my body responds without delay.