Claimed

by M. Never

  “KAYNE!” Jett’s voice breaks us from our kiss.

  “Go.” He spanks me with blatant irritation. I slide off him quickly and scurry into the bedroom. “Jett, this better be important or I’m going to rearrange your face.” I hear Kayne yell from somewhere inside the bungalow.

  I quickly wipe off the cum dripping down the inside of my leg with a damp washcloth, then position myself exactly the way Kayne wants me—bent over with my ass in the air and my hands placed firmly on the mattress. I shake, still wanton with need and slightly distressed. I know what’s coming, and it’s going to hurt just as much as it’s going to be pleasurable.

  “Fine,” I hear Kayne say loudly, and Jett laughs.

  I can’t imagine what they’re talking about. A minute later, Kayne walks into the bedroom. I’m facing the headboard so I have to look slightly over my shoulder to see him.

  “Damn.” He slows his pace as he walks over to me.

  “Everything okay?” I ask.

  “Fine,” Kayne answers oblivious, solely fixated on my bare, wide open ass.

  “What did he want?”

  “Nothing.” He caresses my left butt cheek. “We can talk about it later.” He squeezes, and I wince.

  “Jesus, Ellie. You don’t know how many times I dreamed about you just like this.” He runs his finger along my ass crack, putting slight pressure against my hole. I hold my breath.

  “Ellie, I love you.” It’s a statement, like a reassurance.

  “I know.” I peer at him.

  “Good. Because this is going to be intense. It’s going to hurt, and I’m going to like it.” He stares at me with manic lust.

  Oh, shit.

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Cupcake,” I automatically answer.

  “Good girl. Stay.” He walks into the bathroom, and a few seconds later, returns with what I recognize as a very tiny bottle of lubricant. In that small fraction of time my anxiety has spiked through the roof.

  “Another thing you never leave home without?” I ask shakily.

  I hear the top pop. “When you’re in a committed relationship with your hand for a year, yes.” He drizzles the sticky substance over my tiny little hole. I glance back to see Kayne naked and fully erect, rubbing his length down with the lube as well.

  “I’m going to stretch you with only my cock, Ellie. No fingers. We’ll go slow.”

  He lines up behind me, and I feel the head of his erection poking against my tight little rose bud. I haven’t had anal sex in over a year, and it’s only ever been with Kayne. He penetrates me with the tip of his cock, the lube helping to ease it in, and the pain is immediate. I lunge forward, but he grips my hips and pulls me back.

  “Don’t. Take it.” He pushes harder, and I whimper as he slowly rips me open. I claw at crumpled sheets, the bed a messy sea of white from last night.

  Kayne relentlessly works himself into my behind, every inch a battle, every tear a victory. I heave air as he rocks in and out, the pain gripping me like a vice. I moan in agony as my body tries to reject the foreign object plunging its way into me.

  “Let it out,” he grunts with a firm thrust, and my eyes spill over with tears. I press my face into the mattress and sob with his cock halfway inside me. When he pulls out, it only gives me one second of relief before he’s pushing back in, deeper than before. When he bends over me and grabs my collar, I know I’m done for. There’s no more reprieve, no more withdrawing, only a straight shot of hard cock directly into my ass. Kayne yanks at my collar as he thrusts, using it almost as leverage to bury himself to the hilt, reducing me to nothing but saggy bones and uncontrollable sobs. He takes over my body exactly the way he wanted—he invaded, enslaved, and then conquered it.

  “I love your tears, Ellie.” His voice is rough, and his hips are relentless as I cry helplessly on the bed, letting the tears fall freely because I know that’s what he likes, what gets him off. I remember all too well, Kayne’s favorite things are pleasure, pain, and pushing me to my limit. Seeing how far he can take me before I finally crack.

  “Fuck, I missed this,” he strains. “I missed getting strangled by your tight little ass.” His thrusts become jerky and erratic. “Touch yourself, Ellie. Touch yourself now.” He slams into me, and I cry out. With my face still planted on the mattress, I slide my shaky hands between my legs and do as he says, massaging my clit until my pussy relaxes.

  “That’s it, baby.” He moves freely now, my burning ass completely stretched to accommodate his long length and wide girth.

  “I wish you could see it,” he groans as he fluidly slides all the way in and then pulls all the way out like he was always made to fit me. “How you swallow me whole.” He sinks himself inside me again. “And fuck, it’s so good.” He slaps my ass so that my muscles clench around him. “Finger yourself. I want you to come. I want you to come with me.” He starts to pump fast, and I have to bite my lip to absorb the discomfort, the tears a steady, constant flow. But even with all he’s put me through, the need for release is still as strong as ever. I need him to fuck me; I want him to fuck me. I sink my middle and ring fingers inside my now soaking wet pussy and press my palm to my clit. I rub and finger myself all while Kayne uses my body for his wicked pleasure, the three acts swirling together to become the perfect storm of desire. My orgasm comes on like a high-speed turbine, all pressure and velocity, intensely working its way through my system until I can’t contain it anymore.

  “Please, may I come?” I scream out at the very last second before I seize, my muscles grinding like steel brakes as my insides splinter.

  Kayne doesn’t respond, he just repeats ‘mine, mine, mine, mine’ like a broken record as he’s sucked down with me, stabbing into my ass so deep I swear I can feel my heart beating against the head of his cock.

  He pins me against the mattress as we both collapse to our knees, breathing harder than I think we’ve ever breathed before. When he withdraws, I feel like an overused rag doll who has been taken off her stick. I am sore, battered, and I think half dead. I cry some more. I’m not even sure why, I think just for some cathartic relief. The past day and a half has been the most taxing of my life. Being denied orgasm after orgasm and then broken open like a coconut has depleted my mind and my body.

  Kayne wraps his arms around me and licks my face the same way he has all the other times I’ve cried in his presence.

  “Your body and your tears are the closest to heaven I will ever get.” He burrows his face between my shoulder blades. “You’re the purest thing in my life.”

  “There’s nothing pure about me, anymore,” I giggle and sniffle all at the same time.

  “Your love is pure.”

  I glance at Kayne out of the corner of my eye. The ferocity of his gaze is what makes me love him so much. It’s always drawn me to him. His presence is all empowering. That stare tells me I’m his entire fucking world, and he would do anything to protect it. To protect me.

  How do you walk away from something like that?

  Someone like that?

  The answer is simple. You don’t.

  KAYNE PLACES ME IN A steaming hot tub, and my muscles whistle like a kettle. Oh, that feels so good.

  He climbs in right after me, situating himself underneath me. The tub is quite large and looks out over the lagoon. There isn’t one lousy view from any room. Kayne massages my back, rubbing firm, hard circles over my spine as our bodies slip and slide together from the bubbles.

  “You feeling okay?” he asks as he kisses my neck and holds me close.

  “There’s a pain in my ass,” I reply drily.

  “And I bet you love it.” He nips at me.

  “Maybe just a little.” I rub up against him, the water sloshing, and slip my tongue between his lips. I suddenly break our kiss. “Oh! What did Jett want?”

  Kayne frowns. “You’re kissing me passionately and thinking about Jett?”

  That does kind of look bad.

  “Not in the sexual, I wa
nt you to own me, rule over me, spank me kind of way.” I flutter my eyelashes at him.

  “Well, thank God for that.” Kayne rolls his eyes, the brown lightning bolt prominent in bright sunlight.

  I kiss him again. Hard, but playfully. He tickles me, sending more water over the edge of the tub.

  “Hey!” I squeak.

  “That’s what you get.”

  “For asking about Jett?” I laugh and squirm as his fingers dig into my side.

  “For asking about Jett while you’re naked and wet!”

  “I’m sorry!” I screech. “It just happened! Kayne!” I try to claw my way out of the tub, but he pulls me back and kisses me, wrapping one leg around mine.

  “Forgiven. Don’t do it again.” He spanks me, but the hit is broken by the water so I barely feel it.”

  “Yes, Kayne,” I purr anyway.

  “Good kitten,” he patronizes.

  “So really, what did he want?” I ask again.

  Kayne sinks deeper into the tub, locking his arm around my lower back crushing me to him. “He wanted to make sure we were both alive.”

  “What?”

  Kayne nods. “Since he couldn’t get ahold of me all day yesterday, he wanted to check in. I think he was more concerned about you than me.”

  “Me? Why?”

  Kayne shrugs. “You were one of his girls once. For Jett, that doesn’t just go away. You were as important as any of them. Even more so.”

  “Oh. Does that bother you?”

  “No. I’m glad he cares. He’s the only other man I would ever trust you with.”

  “I sort of got that impression.” I smile and hook my arm around his neck. The man did wax me, bathe me, and dress me up like his doll. “Kayne? Speaking of being someone’s girl.” I bite my lip. “How come you never made me call you Master?”

  “What?” He eyes me surprised.

  “Well, in the books I read and the research I did, most submissives call their Dom Master or Sir. You never made me do that. Not even now.”

  “You did research?” He raises his eyebrows.

  “I was curious. Being with you made me curious.” I blush.

  “I guess that’s understandable. I did expose you to a lot of things in a short amount of time.” That’s putting it mildly. “Why didn’t I make you call me Master?” he considers. “To be honest, it felt too impersonal. I wanted us to have a connection, even if I couldn’t tell you that. I thought letting you call me by my name would somehow humanize me, even if I wasn’t acting very human.” He brushes his hand lovingly down my back. “And as for why I don’t make you do it now? It still feels too impersonal. I like hearing you say my name. It’s reassuring, and I need that,” he says apprehensively.

  If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the very short time I’ve been with Kayne, it’s that he hates his vulnerability as much as he realizes it’s what makes him human. “I understand.”

  “Does it bother you that I call you kitten?”

  “No,” I answer honestly. “I like it. It makes me feel sexy.”

  “You are sexy. And smart and funny and loved. You are so fucking loved, Ellie.” Kayne kisses me feverishly as if trying to personify his affection, but he doesn’t need to bring it to life, I can already feel its warmth and fluttering heartbeat.

  AFTER A VERY LONG SOAK in the tub, until our fingers pruned and our muscles unfurled, Kayne and I lounged around the bungalow. It was a nice afternoon. Relaxing and stress-free.

  Now, I’m just about finished with my makeup, swiping blackest black mascara over my eyelashes. I’m starting to get the hang of this, I think, as I inspect myself in the mirror.

  Apparently, Kayne’s word wasn’t good enough for Jett because he insisted that he produce me at dinner tonight. If you ask me, I just think he and London miss us.

  I catch Kayne leaning against the doorway staring at me through the mirror. He’s wearing a light-brown button-up shirt, tan dress pants, and a scorching hot expression, like he wants to devour me right where I stand.

  “See something you like?” I ask him as I close the mascara and place it back in my makeup bag.

  “Maybe.” He strolls up behind me. “These are a bit short.” He tugs on the hem of my white shorts.

  “So?”

  “You know how I feel about you showing your body off to anyone but me.”

  I turn to look at him, placing my hands on his chest. The material of his shirt so incredibly soft.

  “I think we need to establish something,” I flirt. “The only place you get to tell me what I can and cannot wear is in the bedroom. Outside those doors, I’m my own woman.”

  Kayne’s eyes flash with something I’ve never seen before, nothing angry, but excited, perverted almost. “Oh, yeah? That’s good to know because I do want to dress you up. I want you to really be my kitten. I want to slide a pair of ears on your head and plug a tail in your ass and fuck you while you purr,” he says groping my behind. My jaw drops from the vivid image.

  “I didn’t realize you were into fetish,” I reply breathlessly as he kisses and tickles my neck with his warm breath.

  “I never really was, but being with you makes me want to . . . explore.” He looks at me with ravenous lust in his striking blue eyes.

  I’m trapped in place, my knees about to buckle. This man is going to be the death of me.

  “So, is that a yes, Ellie?” He rasps in my ear while unbuttoning my pants and dropping them to the floor.

  “Yes,” I gasp as he slips his hand into my panties and starts to finger me. “Oh God, yes.” My eyes roll into the back of my head. “If it will turn you on, I’ll do it.” He caresses me slowly, allowing me to feel every microscopic touch as he massages the walls of my pussy.

  “Good girl. Shit, you’re wet. Looks like I’m not the only one the idea of fetish excites.” He presses his rock solid erection against my thigh.

  “No,” I answer mindlessly, flinching as my orgasm flares like a wildfire. “Are you trying to make me come?” I breathe harshly.

  “Maybe.” He fingers me faster. “Maybe not.” He withdraws from me completely, and I nearly topple over.

  “Kayne,” I whine miserably.

  “Sorry, kitten.” He slides his middle finger into his mouth and sucks off my remnants. I just watch with wide, transfixed eyes.

  “Definitely sweeter than whipped cream.” He hums then fishes his hand into his pocket. He retrieves his switchblade and pops it open right next to my head. I jump.

  “I would also like to establish something.” He runs the switchblade all the way down my body stopping at my hips. “I will always have some kind of say in what you wear.” There’s a loud tear as he slices through the spandex and lace of my underwear. “No panties tonight.” He repeats the motion on the other side, leaving me stunned. He picks up my mutilated underwear and discards it in the trash.

  “Now what do you have to say about that?”

  “Yes, Kayne,” I answer automatically like I’m conditioned to do.

  “Good, kitten. Now hurry up and fix yourself, I don’t want to be late.” He makes for the door, his erection uncensored in his pants.

  “God forbid,” I snark.

  He leers at me while he adjusts then disappears into the bedroom.

  Tease!

  Pulling myself together like instructed, I blot between my legs with some toilet paper and pull up my shorts. I look in the mirror. I’m flushed and feel achy, and it’s all Kayne’s fault. I huff, throwing some of my hair over one shoulder as I leave the bathroom. He really is going to be the death of me.

  Kayne opens the front door for me once I emerge from the bedroom.

  “Our ride will be here any second.” We walk outside into the pleasant evening air fragrant with something sweet. Island flowers, maybe.

  We see Matias driving a six-seater golf cart down the boardwalk, his white shirt and dark hair rippling in the wind.

  He stops in front of us with a wide smile, and we climb onto the ca
rt. I’m starting to get spoiled being chauffeured around like this. He takes off and stops at the large bungalow right next to ours where another couple is waiting. They’re a bit older and very well dressed, late forties I would say. When they see us, their looks are ones of curiosity, and I think disdain. I cuddle next to Kayne as they sit behind us, suddenly uncomfortable. He puts his arm around me and glances back at them. I’m certain he also feels the quiet hostility. The ride up to the main part of the resort is silent and quite uncomfortable, even with Matias’ best attempt at casual conversation. I’ve never been so happy to see a lobby in my life.

  Kayne gets off the golf cart hastily, extending his hand to help. As he does, the woman comments offhandedly, “Women deserve to be treated with respect.”

  Kayne and I both freeze as she pins us with her cold blue stare. If I was suspicious before, I’m confident now that these are the neighbors who called the concierge on us the other night.

  Kayne smiles, without showing any teeth, but it’s contradictory to the vicious look in his eyes.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” he responds evenly. “They also deserve to be fucked. Maybe you should let your husband try it sometime. Right in your opinionated mouth.”

  The woman gasps in horror.

  “Kayne!” I chastise as I jump out of the cart.

  “Young man!” The woman’s husband stands up outraged.

  “Let’s go.” I push him away before there is a brawl right before my very eyes. He steps backward, unable to remove his crazed stare from the couple.

  “What the hell was that about? You should have just ignored her,” I say once we’re safely inside the lobby.

  “I’m not going to let anyone accuse me of not respecting you. I respect you more than any other man ever will. What we do in our bedroom is our business. I won’t let anyone ruin that.”

  “It’s going to take more than one ignorant comment to ruin what we have.” I try to placate him, realizing something very important. Kayne will become aggressive when he feels threatened despite where we are or who we’re with.