by M Never
It took a little while, but Jett and I finally cleared the air. My ego was bruised and so was my knee, but he never stopped pushing—for some reason he wanted to be friends with me. That was a tough concept. I was a loner. Still sort of am I guess. I didn’t have the most favorable upbringing; I bounced from foster home to foster home my entire life. Trust is hard to come by when you’re verbally and physically abused, starved and locked in closets at seven years old. Most of the time it felt like I was living with a wild pack of wolves. Everyone out for themselves, survival of the fittest. And even though Jett grew up with a loving mother and stable home, his life wasn’t much easier. He was a target; a black sheep because of the business his family was involved in. Growing up he fought for his life every day. In and out of hospitals, being treated for concussions and broken bones, after seven guys would gang up on him after school, smashing bottles over his head or breaking two or three of his fingers.
Seven to one? Those are some seriously fucked-up odds.
We had torture in common, and the same torment in our eyes. Except he was the trusting human and I was the untamed animal. He definitely helped shape the man I am today. He taught me about discipline and control. He opened my trust with loyalty, my mind with books, and my body with women. I was a virgin until I was nineteen. No lie. When I said I had trust issues, I wasn’t kidding. Especially when it came to women. Having your birth mother promise to come back and save you from the hell you’re living in, and then never hear from her again kind of fucks with a little boy’s head. So much so it ripples into adulthood.
Jett introduced me to the BDSM lifestyle and was my mentor in all aspects of sexual exploration and dominance. He is not just a business partner or good friend. He’s my brother, and the only true family I’ve ever had.
“Speaking of other things,” Jett hints. “Where is our Mexican house guest?”
“Slithering around the mansion like the snake he is.” I have eyes on him at all times. I know where he goes and whom he’s with, making sure he doesn’t slither within a mile of Ellie’s room. He asks about her every night.
“How’s your whore Kayne?”
I ignore him.
“When she’s ready I want a taste,” he antagonizes me.
Drop fucking dead, I want to say. Instead, I bite my tongue till it bleeds.
“What’s mine is mine,” is my only reply.
“Has he indicated when the meeting with El Rey will take place?” Jett inquires.
“No. He’s still feeling us out. He’s not stupid.” I cross my arms. “We just have to go on like normal and hope he finds everything kosher.”
“Well I hope he hurries up, and then slithers right into some oncoming traffic.”
“If everything goes as planned, amigo, he will.” We bump fists.
MY OBEDIENCE TRAINING HAS CONTINUED the last five nights. It’s always the same. Kayne comes to me as soon as the sun goes down.
He feeds me dinner with his fingers while I kneel between his legs. That’s why there’s only one chair at the table. He quizzes me with commands, making me roll over and sit up repeatedly. He forces me to lay down at his feet to rest. When I don’t obey or move quickly enough, he punishes me.
At times he’s ruthless. Other times he’s tender. Regardless of his mood, the night always ends the same. He ties me up and makes me come, afterwards asking if he can fuck me. When I refuse, he jerks off and marks me. He allows me to clean up then puts me to bed.
This is the vicious circle my life is becoming. Alone all day, misused at night. I’m nothing more than a pet to play with.
I hear the door click, and I immediately jump to my knees. He’s training me whether I want to admit it or not. My body reacts in spite of my brain’s objections.
“Evening, kitten.” He scratches me under my chin. “How was your day?”
“Boring.” I’ve learned the hard way he wants an honest answer to this.
“That’s a shame. We’ll have to do something to make up for that. Bend over I want to spank you.”
“Kayne, why?” I protest, and instantly know I fucked up. Shit.
He shakes his head at me, vastly disappointed. “That was a test kitten, and you failed. Miserably.”
“I’m sorry,” I immediately respond.
“Me too. But not really,” he gloats. He likes hurting me. The other night he chained me to the bed by the collar. Strategically placing it high enough so I was strained on all fours. Then he proceeded to spank me until I cried. Immediately after, he laid down, put his head between my legs and forced me to come. I was a limp nothing by the time he was done.
“Come, kitten. I’m going to teach you a lesson that will stick tonight.”
I balloon with fear. I watch, removed, as he unlocks my chain then drags me into the circular room. The one with the table of torture. We’ve never been in here before. I know tonight is going to be bad.
“Kayne, please,” I beg as he positions me between the stirrups of the table. He turns me around, smacks me hard on the ass then fastens each of my wrists in the straps. He’s so quick, and they’re so tight, the tears form before I even realize what’s happening.
“You don’t have to do this.” I tug, bent over.
“You need to learn to do as I say, without question, without hesitation.” He kisses my shoulder softly, sliding my hair over to one side.
“I’ll be good. I’ll behave,” I whimper.
“I know you will once I’m through with you. I’m going to quiz you so you don’t mess up again.” He squeezes my stinging behind. I think it’s been permanently stained red. “Then I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll pass out.”
My breathing is ragged, but as fearful as I am, the thought of Kayne’s mouth on me makes me instantly wet. My body altogether loves him and hates him. The past few days have broken down so many barriers it’s becoming harder and harder to refuse him. The things he can make me feel, the pleasure he can dispense, is unequivocal. And he’s only just used his fingers and tongue. I can’t begin to imagine what he can do with his body. He wants inside me. It’s no secret. But he’s never forced himself on me, or forced me to touch him. It’s bizarre and maddening all at the same time; it’s the ultimate mind game. Because he knows the moment I willingly surrender, I’ll truly be his. Irrevocably.
Kayne peels the white lacy panties Jett dressed me in down to my thighs.
My head spins.
I can’t see behind me, but I hear the crack against his hand from whatever object he’s chosen to use.
“Let’s review.” He walks in front of me holding the crop, his eyes a smoldering blue. My breathing slows. He positions the end of the crop under my chin and lifts my face. “I will ask you a question. You will provide me with the correct answer.”
“And you won’t hit me?”
“No. You’re getting spanked regardless. But as soon as you answer all the questions correctly, the spanking will cease.”
I quiver. Seeing the crop in his hand is terrifying. This is so bad.
He vanishes from my sight and the tears spill.
Whack! He hits me without any warning and I cry out. It stings and bites my bare skin all at the same time.
“Who owns you, Ellie?”
“You do,” I answer rapidly.
“Scream, kitten, so the whole house hears. I want everyone to know who owns you.”
Whack!
“You do!” I scream like he ordered me to.
Whack!
“When I tell you to kneel, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I yell.
Whack!
“When I tell you to lie down and open your legs, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne.” I suck in a deep breath.
Whack!
“When I tell you to bend over so I can spank you, what do you say?”
“Yes, Kayne!” I choke out through sobs.
Whack!
“What do I want from you, Ellie?”
“My obedience.”
Whack!
“And?”
“My submission,” I cry uncontrollably.
Whack!
“And?”
“My body,” I wheeze, my legs nearly giving out.
I hear Kayne drop the crop then feel him wrap his arms around me delicately from behind.
“Shhhh, baby.” He kisses my hair as I sob. “You did so good.”
I tremble in his arms. My face is soaked and I swear my backside is broken and bleeding. My ass feels so raw. I hate him more in this moment than I have ever hated anyone in my entire life.
He holds me securely, raining soft kisses all over my face and neck until my sobs taper off. It doesn’t happen quickly. When I’m calm, he reaches over and opens one of the drawers beneath the table. I watch distantly as he pulls out a tiny silver bullet with a chain attached to the flat end.
“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he rasps, then brings the plug to my lips. I shiver, half with fear, half with lust. “Open.” I open my mouth. “Suck.” I close my lips around the cool metal and do as I’m told. When he tugs on the chain, I release it. He then kneels down behind me, spreads my cheeks, and licks my secret little buttonhole. I jerk forward.
“Ellie,” Kayne warns, and I know right then not to test him. When I feel the pressure at my back entrance, my head becomes light and my breathing becomes erratic. No one has ever touched me there.
“Relax, Ellie,” he coaxes as he takes his time inching the plug into me, my body battling against the foreign sensation. It feels like decades have passed by the time he’s done inserting it. The object is small, but it feels like it’s filling me completely, the pressure hitting me right in the core every time I move.
“Fuck. Good, kitten.” He kisses my sore behind, and then shifts around me on his knees until his hot breath is tickling my sensitive flesh. He has no idea how much I need this. To escape.
He lightly licks between my folds and I moan, desperate for the mental break. I spread my legs wider, my panties ripping, crazy for him to get closer and press harder. Kayne groans as he slashes his tongue against me repeatedly. I pant uncontrollably as I ride his face while he fucks me with his mouth. The feeling is unparalleled.
“Please may I come?” I beg. I don’t even care what I sound like, I just need the release; I need to get away.
“Say my name.” He grips my thighs tightly, stabbing my throbbing entrance with his tongue over and over. Everything inside me builds, my climax urged on by the spine tingling pressure of the plug and Kayne’s expert mouth. I can’t hold back much longer.
“Kayne, please may I come!” I implore desperately. Writhing against this face.
“Come, baby.” He sucks my clit. “Come as many times as you want.” His fingers dig into my skin and I let go. My orgasm blasting through me like dynamite. My mind is blank for a few blissful seconds. There’s no pain or chains. Nothing confining me. In the midst of my climax, Kayne yanks out the butt plug and another wave of ecstasy thunders through me. I scream, falling forward as my limbs give out. I’m wrecked. This man demands every ounce I have, and then leaves me with nothing.
“Good girl.” I feel him wipe his face on the inside of my leg. Once again smearing my arousal on my own skin.
As he moves from underneath me, I hear him unfasten his belt and unzip his fly. I know what comes next.
“Can I fuck you, Ellie?” he asks, his voice rough and unsteady.
“No.” Yes! I breathe shallowly, bent over the table.
My ass is bruised, my pussy is swollen, my limbs are as heavy as lead, and he’s not through with me yet.
I hear him moan behind me, as he strokes himself. Rubbing my back with jerky movements while my face is pressed against the thin pad of the table and my wrists are bound.
“You have no idea how bad I want you. How bad I want to slide my cock inside you and fuck you senseless.”
I think I do.
I hear his discomposed groan, and then feel the warm spurts of his climax shoot all over my back.
“Mine,” he declares as he comes.
Kayne leans over and grabs the collar around my neck, jerking it so I look at him out of the corner of my eye. “One day soon, kitten,” he licks my face. “I’m going to come in your hot little mouth, in your wet little pussy, and in your tight little ass all in the same night.”
I shake because I know he’s right. I’m so close to caving. Look at what happened tonight. He beat me mercilessly, and I still ached for his touch.
The last shreds of my resolve are fraying away. I’ll soon be his.
Kayne unbuckles my wrists from the table and eases me up. My whole body hurts. My butt especially.
“Go inside and lay on your stomach,” he says, kissing the shell of my ear gently. I do as I’m told—like the good little slave-in-training I am—and lie down on the plush white carpet in the middle of the room. I close my eyes and try to relax, but I’m still wound so tight. I feel another piece of myself disappear. Each night we spend together, more and more of me goes. Who will I become the longer he keeps me?
Kayne kneels down beside me, setting a bowl and towels on the floor. Watching in my peripheral vision, he dips one of the towels into the bowl and wipes between my legs, then over my back. The water is warm and soothing and smells like lavender. I inhale the scent as he cleans me.
“Baby, this is going to hurt a little bit.”
I blast my eyes open to find him holding a small jar. My body and mind lock up as he rubs some balm over my abused bottom. It’s so sore I don’t think I’m going to be able sit for a week.
“Go to bed,” he orders softly when he’s done. I do as I’m told. Yet another one of his commands.
I climb onto the bed and rest on my stomach. Kayne re-chains me to the headboard, the padlock clicking over my head. Back on my leash for the night.
He follows me onto the mattress, kneels next to me, and proceeds to rub my back, kissing my shoulders sweetly every so often.
As much as I hate to admit it, his hands feel good. Consoling almost.
I don’t understand how he can be so demonic one minute and so angelic the next?
I feel every whip mark over and over as Kayne massages me well into the night. It takes a long time, but he finally eases some of my tension. I try to clear my mind and not relive every painful moment of tonight, or any other night since he took me. I concentrate on the dark and Kayne’s kneading hands until I’m finally lulled fast asleep. Into the darkness where nothing can hurt me.
“UH OH, SOMEONE WAS A bad girl last night,” Jett muses as he looks over my abused skin.
“Do you think you’re being funny? It hurts!” I snap
“I bet it does. But it doesn’t look so bad. He could have done way worse.”
Oh God. I smother my face in the pillow. “It was plenty bad for me!” My words are muffled.
“What happened?”
“He whipped me with a crop!”
“I see that, silly. I mean why?”
“He wanted to spank me, and I talked back.”
“That unreasonable motherfucker,” Jett scolds facetiously. This has become somewhat of a ritual for me and Jett. Kayne spends the night abusing me, and we talk shit about it the next day. I try not to giggle. It isn’t funny. I was brutalized last night! But Jett has become the tiny bit of light in my new dark world.
“How was the orgasm?” He pulls out a small jar balm from the nightstand and rubs some on my bruises.
I stay silent.
“That good, huh?”
I turn my head.
“Imagine what fucking him will be like.”
I have. Although I’m not going to admit that to him.
“Is that something you fantasize about? Fucking Kayne?” I ask irritably.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I may paint nails and do hair, but my dick is gender specific. Lady love only please.”
I laugh. If I didn’t, I’d cry.
“What a
bout you? Ever partake in any lady loooove?”
I peek up at him from the gold pillow. “I kissed a girl in high school once.”
“And you liked it?” he leers lewdly.
I shrug. “I didn’t hate it.”
Jett smiles, his eyes sparkling like he’s intrigued. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises.”
“Not really,” I disagree.
“Same sex is an acquired taste, sweet thing. The fact that you didn’t hate it tells me there’s more to your sexual appetite than meets the eye.”
“If you say so,” I answer, not sure I’m buying his presumption.
“I do.” He rubs my ass a little harder and I groan. “You’ll come to learn, I’m always right.
I FINISH DRESSING IN A daze.
I fasten my sterling silver cufflinks, adjust my tie, and slip on my suit jacket. I have a meeting in the city, but in no way do I want to leave the mansion. Thoughts of Ellie cloud my mind. The vision of her in her room—alone, chained to the bed, waiting to be played with—teases me. I don’t know how long this situation is going to last. It depends on Javier. But every night I spend with her is pulling me deeper into a dark place. The lure of power is seductive. I love controlling her. I love punishing her. I love hearing her cry. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. The women I’ve been with in the past have all been willingly submissive. They all knew what to expect and vice versa. But with Ellie, it’s more than just dominance. The challenge of her will and fundamental breakdown of her mental faculty is addicting. It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong, but thrilling just the same. I crave my kitten every night. Like the gravitational pull of a lunar tide. My blood roils from just the mere knowledge I’ll be back in her room tonight.