by M Never
My kitten never disappoints.
I make sure to lick Ellie clean before I kiss my way back up her body. She’s flushed and panting by the time I get to her face.
“How was that? Did I hurt you?”
“No, Kayne,” she answers a little starry eyed.
“Good girl.” I grin upside down at her. She smiles back.
I pull Ellie up. “Hungry?”
“Yes, Kayne.” Her answer is more playful than serious. I like that tone so much better.
I sit down in the chair and haul Ellie onto my lap. I tug on her little diamond chain with approval. “I think I’ll keep this on you.”
“Jett said you would like it.” She lifts her shoulder to her cheek, half flirty, half shy.
She’s never responded to me that way before. It makes my insides flip.
“Jett knows me pretty well,” I divulge.
“I’m discovering that.”
I feed Ellie a decadent dinner of duck a l’orange. She in turn feeds me back. I’ve never had a woman feed me before, and Ellie looks like she’s enjoying it just as much as I am, giggling when I nip her fingers and moaning when I French kiss food from her mouth.
“Tell me one of your dreams, Ellie.”
“I want to see paradise,” she answers as I kiss her shoulder. Then her demeanor altogether changes—she withdraws and looks away. Shit.
“Hey.” I draw her face back to mine. I know what’s made her upset. She thinks she’s owned and her freedom is gone. It’s the truth. And that’s the way it has to stay, for now.
“It’s only ever going to be a dream,” she says, her voice small and discouraged.
“Don’t, Ellie,” I respond sterner than I mean to. “Don’t ruin tonight,” I beseech her.
“Yes, Kayne,” she submits.
I shake my head. I don’t want to lose playful Ellie. I cup her face firmly, meaningfully. “Cupcake,” I whisper against her mouth, right before I claim it.
When I’m done licking, kissing, and sucking her, I lift Ellie into my arms.
“Bed.”
She doesn’t protest. She looks beat, which is totally my fault. I lay her down, unroll her thigh highs, and remove her shoes. I leave on the diamond jewelry. Then I hook her back on her leash. Every time I see her lying here collared and chained to the bed, it does insane, indescribable things to me. My loins actually throbs.
I crawl next to her and rest my head on her chest, wrapping her tightly in my arms.
“Are you staying?” She sounds surprised. I know why that is. It will be the first time I spend an entire night with her.
“If you don’t mind.” I nuzzle my face against her soft skin.
“No.” She yawns softly, snuggling up to me. Just like she did that night at Mark’s party. It felt good then, it feels even better now.
“Sleep,” I instruct.
And in no time at all, she is.
I WAKE UP TO KAYNE wrapped snugly around me and sunlight pouring into the room. Morning already.
I try to decipher exactly what happened last night. Did we actually establish an emotional safe word? A word that represents more? I like the idea. I like not feeling empty.
The door clicks and Jett comes to a screeching halt when he realizes what he’s walked in on. Or what he thinks he’s walked in on. Which is nothing really, but Kayne sleeping soundly on top of me. He backtracks out the door with a smirk on his face.
I lie there silently listening to Kayne breath, inspecting his beautiful features, desperately trying to figure out what makes this complicated man tick. I trace the thick black barbed wire tattoo dripping with blood lightly with the tip of my finger. I’ve never had the chance to touch him freely before. Kayne stirs ever so slightly, then again. He runs his hand over my body until he reaches one of my breasts.
“Mmmm.” He squeezes with his eyes still closed. Then he shifts, digging his erection into my thigh.
“Put your hands over your head.”
I do as I’m told. Kayne’s eyes pop open, the blue a shock of intensity. He smiles wickedly at me, and then wraps my leash around my wrists, somehow securing me to the bed with it. Boy Scout. Then he starts licking his way down my body. “How do you feel?” He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, and the sensation shoots straight to my groin.
“Better.” I sigh, completely at his mercy.
“Good. Because I really need to fuck you.”
My heartbeat accelerates as he works his way down to my thighs, kissing the inside of each one. I moan, lifting my hips. I want him to lick me. Oh, did I really just think that? My body is a lecherous traitor.
He teases me with his tongue, never going near the pulsating spot between my legs.
The most I get is the tickle of his warm breath as he moves from one thigh to the other.
Why does he need to torture me? I find myself begging.
“Kayne, please.” I feel empty and exposed, my body pleading to be touched, to be filled. By him. What’s happening to me?
“Beg me. Beg me to be inside you.”
“Please, Kayne, please,” I whimper, as he sucks harder on my skin.
“Please what? Lick you? Fuck you? Beg for what you want, Ellie.”
“I don’t care! Either! Both! But please just touch me.”
God, when did I become so needy? When did this become okay?
Kayne nestles himself between my thighs forcing them further apart. He rests on top of me, pinning me under his body, the head of his cock pushing against my entrance.
“Open wider, Ellie,” he orders.
I inch my legs farther apart, as he slowly, mind numbingly, slides inside me. I let out a low moan as he works his hips languidly. Pushing all the way in and withdrawing all the way out. My muscles clench on their own accord, desperate to keep him inside.
“Wider,” he commands.
“I can’t,” I protest.
“Shhhh ... Don’t talk back and spread your legs.” He shifts one of his thighs so it presses against mine, forcing my already straining legs wider. I pull on my restraints as Kayne pushes the limits of my body. The wider my legs, the deeper he gets. It’s trying pain mixed with unbelievable pleasure. It feels like I’m tearing apart.
He grabs me by my collar as he thrusts harder, more erratic.
“Do you like the way I fuck you, Ellie?”
“Yes, Kayne.” I barely have any breath to speak, as an orgasm brews deep inside me. It comes on faster with every driving thrust while my wrists start to burn from fighting against the chains. I have no outlet for my restrained body to absorb the sensations, so it all concentrates between my legs, spasming up my center and punching its way into my stomach. This orgasm is going to rock me.
“Kayne, please may I come?” I ask desperately.
“Not yet.” He denies me.
“Please!”
“Wait.” His chest tightens as he moves inside me. “Now.”
With a solid strike of his hips, Kayne kicks me over the edge. I scream, tears pricking my eyes as he exploits the helplessness of my body, reaping every drop of my climax he can. Moments later he grips my collar strenuously as he comes violently inside me.
My small reprieve from physical pain evaporates. Everything is throbbing again; my legs, my arms, my stomach, my vagina.
I struggle to move as Kayne lies sated on top of me, his hand still gripping my collar.
“Where do you think you’re trying to go?”
“Nowhere while you’re laid out on top of me. I just need to shift.” I wince as I shimmy my butt and attempt to close my legs.
Kayne yanks on my collar. “Remember who you’re talking to. I’m the only one who says when you can move.” His tone isn’t threatening, but there is a shroud of reminder that he is still Master and I am still slave. No matter the understanding we came to last night.
Kayne lies on top of me for a while longer, kissing my neck while massaging my shoulders and breasts. I lay perfectly still, my hands still bound, powerless
, just the way he likes me.
“Are we ever going to have sex without you tying me up?” I ask.
“Doubtful,” he answers, squeezing my breast hard. “Only speak when spoken to,” he reminds me harshly. “Vanilla is nice, but kink is king in my world. And now yours, too.”
My heart sinks a little. This room, this fifty-by-fifty space, is my domain. Kayne is my ruler, collars and chains my boundaries.
A little while later, after he’s finished feeling me up and making me come a second time with his mouth, he releases my bound hands. “Over and drop.” He nudges me onto my stomach. I roll over and pull my legs up underneath me, my arms straight over my head. “I want to look at your ass while I get dressed.” He kisses my back with my forehead pressed to the mattress. I hear him pull on his pants and zip up his fly. When he finished ogling me, he orders me to my knees. I sit before him naked, sore and chained to the bed. He sighs contently, bringing my face up.
“You’re beautiful and sexy and all fucking mine. I vow to keep you safe.”
Thoughts of Javier come unwelcome into my mind. I fight back tears. That experience will haunt me forever. Kayne leans in and kisses me, soft and tender, licking the seam of my mouth before he pulls away.
“Cupcake,” he says gruffly. Then leaves.
“I NEED TO GET OUT of this room.” I splash in the tub. The aromatherapy soap Jett makes me use works wonders. The spa-like scent mixed with the hot bath literally uncurls the tension in my abused muscles.
“And where would you like to go? You’re a kept woman, remember?” he snarks from the bedroom.
“These walls and my body never let me forget,” I snark back. “I’d just like some fresh air. I’ve been stuck in here for ... how long have I been here?” I realize I have no concept of time.
“If you want fresh air, we’ll open the window,” Jett says as he walks into the bathroom, grabs the towel from the rack, and holds it open. Bath time is over.
“It’s not the same,” I gripe as I pull myself up reluctantly. I could soak all day. “Can’t you talk to him for me?” I plead with puppy dog eyes as he wraps me in the towel. “I would ask him myself, but I’m not allowed to address him directly unless he’s asking if I like the way he fucks me.”
Jett vibrates with laughter. “You’re terrible.”
“I only speak the truth.” I bat my eyelashes. “Please, Jett.”
“Those green eyes are lethal,” he huffs.
Jett pulls out his phone begrudgingly and adversely types away.
A few moments later his phone pings. He reads the message and snickers as he responds.
“What did he say?” I ask a little too hopeful.
“He said he’ll be here to walk you in a little while.”
I make a face. I don’t like the allusion one bit. But I’m dying to get out of this room. So I’ll deal with it. I’m close to scratching at the walls.
Jett dresses me for my outing. A black pair of lace panties with frilly ruffles on the butt, the black stiletto boots Kayne fucked me in, and a sheer black top that reminds me of a sexy beach cover up. The hem barely covers my ass and the plunging neckline barely covers my breasts. Why even bother? Complete with blingy body jewelry, my collar, and leash, I’m fit to be walked. Jett pulls my hair up into a messy bun, rims my eyes with black kohl liner and applies several coats of heavy mascara to finish off my dark sexy look. At least, that’s what he calls it.
As we emerge from the bathroom, Kayne walks into the room. I drop to my knees immediately, splaying my hands on my bare thighs while keeping my head bowed. Just like I’m supposed to. Kayne growls in approval as he stands above me; menacing, intimidating, domineering. All things Kayne. All things my proprietor.
“I love that you know what I like,” he says to Jett, pleased. Something inside me hiccups at his approval. He grabs my leash and commands me to rise. “Let’s go, kitten. I’ll show you the house.”
ELLIE LOOKS FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH to eat. When Jett text me asking if he could take her out of her room for a while, I was completely against it at first. I don’t want her to know or see too much. For Ellie, the dark is the safest place. But she’s been cooped-up in that room for almost three weeks and I knew the request was inevitable. The word no when it comes to Ellie is never an option, even if she’s unaware of it. I wasn’t going to let Jett be the one to take her though. My kitten. My responsibility.
I also wanted to be close in case Javier got any stupid ideas seeing her out of her cage.
I failed her once, I wouldn’t do it again. I wanted to kill him right on the spot. I wanted to tear out his fucking throat and watch him bleed the white carpet in Ellie’s room red. But that wasn’t an option. At least not right then. But soon. Very fucking soon.
I tug Ellie’s leash. It’s time to go. I lead her out of the room and down the hall. She’s walking two steps behind me with her head down, dressed in that fucking little outfit and those boots that drive me absolutely insane. But right now isn’t about me. It’s about Ellie and keeping her sane. But fuck man, does Jett know what he’s doing when it comes to dressing her.
I tow Ellie down the long corridor of doors. I put her in the very last room for a reason. I know she has questions, I know she’s remembering what she saw the last time she walked this hall and my threat to string her up and feed her to the wolves. That’s all it was too, a threat. I would never have done it. I would never let anyone else touch what’s mine.
The main staircase is a sweeping three-level butterfly affair made out of white, pink, and black marble. The decor at the mansion is over-the-top, ostentatious, and impressive. It’s supposed to be that way. The clientele who come here are top of the line, prestigious, and expect nothing less than luxury and complete and utter anonymity. I walk Ellie into the west wing and through a long, glass enclosed entryway that leads to the utmost back of the house. Once at the end, I unlock the lavishly decorated doors carved out of wood and push them open.
“Ellie, look up.” I jiggle her chain.
She raises her head and gasps. This is my favorite part of the mansion, a botanical garden that holds dozens upon dozens of exotic flowers and wild birds. We enter together and I watch as Ellie’s face lights up. I grab her hand and she jumps from the contact. Then she relaxes and gives me a small smile. It twists my heart. I stayed far away from Ellie for a reason. My life, my world, is dangerous. I never wanted to bring her into that. But when the opportunity presented itself, I couldn’t resist. Having her here these last few weeks, owning her, a slave to my bed, is my most vivid fantasy come to life. And, being the selfish bastard I am, I’m going to take advantage of every second I have with her. I’m going to push every limit, because when it’s over, I’m confident Ellie will never want to see me again.
“It’s not exactly paradise, but it comes damn close,” I say as we walk farther into the conservatory.
“I love it,” she replies as we stroll through a field of orchids sprouting purples, pinks, and whites out of the ground. Then she frowns and I know exactly what’s upset her. She still thinks she’ll never see paradise. She still thinks her freedom is gone. And for now, it is. I have to let her keep believing that. I squeeze her hand tighter as we make our way deeper into the gardens. Cranes dance by us and cockatoos display their colorful feathers as we come to the waterfall in the middle of the room.
“This is amazing,” she breathes as she watches the water trickle down and pour into the clear blue pond below.
After a while of standing hand-in-hand among the peaceful surroundings, I catch Ellie glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Ask me, Ellie.”
She turns her head. “I’m just trying to understand. This place, you.”
“All you need to know is that I’m an entrepreneur who owns you.”
“An entrepreneur who deals in women?” There’s a hard edge to her tone. I let it go, this time.
“Not everything is as it seems. You’d do best to remember that. And every
woman in this house is here of her own free will.”
She glares. “Except me.”
Shit, she’s got me there. “Except you,” I confirm callously. “And that isn’t up for discussion.”
She huffs with tears in her eyes. Those deep green, hypnotizing eyes. I yank her to me, capturing her in my arms. “Don’t make me bend you over and give you something to really cry about.”
She sucks in a breath, fighting the urge to unleash her emotions.
“Let’s not ruin the moment.” I dip my head and whisper in her ear. “Mine, Ellie,” I remind her.
She nods, composing herself, but the tears are still evident.
We spend the rest of the afternoon wandering the gardens in silence. I never let go of her hand, and she never tries to pull it away. It sprouts a small seed of hope inside me.
Once we leave, Ellie’s relaxed energy shifts as we climb the staircase toward her ivory tower.
Her attention catches when she hears music coming from one of the rooms in the hallway. She really is like a curious cat. I stop, licked with an idea. I drop Ellie’s hand and take her leash. Her anxiety spikes as I grab the door handle and turn the knob. She resists, but I yank, pulling her into the room. She flushes cherry red once inside. The room is occupied by two women and a man. One of the women is tied to the bed, arms and legs spread eagle. The man is straddling her head, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth while the other woman has her face between her legs. Ellie tries to look away, but I grab her chin and force her to watch. Her chest expanding and contracting swiftly as her breathing picks up.