Decadence After Dark: The Complete Collection (Dark Romance box set) : Owned, Claimed, Ruined, Lie With Me, Elicit (Decadence After Dark )

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by M Never


  “Yes, Kayne,” I answer obediently.

  With that he steps away—his erection standing tall and proud—and disappears inside. I know I’m in trouble. A delicious kind of earth-shattering trouble that’s going to both push my limits and send me soaring.

  I clean up quickly, placing the dishes in the sink and covering the fruit and pancakes; I know Kayne will house them later. The man eats like he’s a growing teenage boy.

  I hurry up the stairs and into our bedroom. It’s cleanly decorated in creams and whites with bold pops of color. It has a tranquil, airy feel, like an island escape.

  I drop to all fours before I enter the playroom. Kayne is already waiting for me, leaning up against the bondage horse wielding his weapon of choice—a riding crop.

  He hits it against the palm of his hand, watching me intently as I crawl across the room and kneel right at his feet.

  “So here we are,” he states. “Is this what you wanted, kitten?” He uses the end of the crop to lift my face.

  “Yes,” I squeak, then clear my throat and answer again more confidently. “Yes.”

  “Kitten, kitten, kitten. You love to be punished as much as I love to punish you. What a pair we make.”

  I smile up at him. “Is there anything wrong with being made for each other?”

  “No, baby. Not a damn thing.” He holds my face in place.

  “What’s your safe word, Ellie?”

  “Cupcake.”

  Kayne nods. We go through this ritual every time. In the four years we’ve been married, I have never used my safe word, no matter how far he’s pushed me. And there were times it was pretty far. But every experience has brought us closer together. I don’t think today will be any different.

  “On.” He smacks the horse with the crop and the crack echoes throughout the room.

  What makes Kayne so skilled at enlivening my emotions is the element of surprise. I never know what he’s going to do or what direction he’s going to turn. We don’t use the horse very often. Truth be told, I don’t get punished a whole lot. The last time was a few months ago. We’ve shifted more toward kinky sex than anything else, but every so often, our beasts demand to be let out.

  I climb onto the black padded contraption with restraints on all four legs. Straddling it, I rest on my stomach as Kayne fastens my wrists first and then my ankles. The cuffs are tight and barely leave any wiggle room. He did that on purpose. In this position, my ass and back are completely vulnerable. The leather is cool against my cheek, but my skin is on fire. My breathing quickens.

  “Comfortable, kitten?” Kayne runs the crop over my bare back. “Or are you beginning to regret ever being bad?”

  I always have a little bit of anxiety when I’m strapped down about to be punished. It’s what makes this experience so illicit. “No. I don’t regret it,” I force out.

  He leans over and rasps in my ear, “Such a brave little kitten even when she’s scared.” I shake with anticipation, excitement, and a small amount of fear. Then I hear the crop cut through the air and connect on my ass cheek. “Kayne!” I jump, but the ankle and wrist cuffs restrain me; I’m not budging an inch.

  “You wanted this, kitten,” he reminds me as he lands another blow.

  “Ouch!” My behind stings.

  Kayne rubs the inflamed skin until it tempers. He doesn’t utter a sound, knowing the silence is killer. Then, without warning, he whacks me on the opposite cheek. My body tenses all over again, my muscles gripping at the butt plug while my clit rubs against the unforgiving leather.

  “Those were just warm-up shots.” Kayne walks around the horse until he’s standing in front of me. His blinding erection right in my face.

  “Pick your head up. Open your mouth,” he directs. I do as he says; my head the only part of my body I can move. As I open my mouth, he pulls his shorts down, springing himself free. He then grabs the back of my head, gripping a handful of hair, and slides his cock in until it feels like it’s touching my tonsils. “Good girl. Now swallow me.” He pumps shallowly, keeping eighty percent of his erect length in my mouth. I fight to keep my jaw open and not choke on my spit as he pummels me. My eyes start to water and I pull against the restraints as he purposely gags me. He was never going to spank me. This was always going to be my punishment. I went down on him this morning when he told me not to, and he ended up coming rampantly in my mouth. Then I added fuel to the fire at the table outside by deliberately disobeying him.

  He buries his cock all the way down my throat and we both have our own reaction. He shivers with lust, and I whimper helplessly. He then pulls out spontaneously, breathing erratically. “Going to think twice before putting your mouth where it’s not allowed?”

  I sputter then grin deviously. “Maybe,” I pant.

  “Maybe, your ass,” he mocks, repositioning himself behind me and landing another blow with the crop. Oh, shit.

  The kinetic energy in the room electrifies as I feel Kayne move about. I hear one of the drawers to the chest open and close before I feel the warmth of his body behind me once again. A second later, the distinct sound of the lubrication top pops.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard, Ellie.” The distance is blatant in his voice, the overpowering arousal taking over, making him blind with need.

  “Kayne.” My response is timid, hesitant.

  “You asked for this, kitten.”

  He’s right, I did. I want it. Doesn’t mean I’m not scared.

  I hear his inconsistent breaths as he inserts one finger into my entrance.

  “Get wet for me, baby.” He pumps his hand fast then adds a second finger and then a third. Before I know it, I’m grinding my clit against the hard leather, sprinting after an orgasm I didn’t even see coming.

  “Keep rubbing, kitten.” Kayne continues to finger me as he yanks the tail from my ass. My body locks up because I know what’s coming. He spanks me, and I let out a shrill cry. He hits me again and again, with all three fingers buried inside me. I don’t know which is torturing me more, the pleasure or the sting of pain. I reach the precipice fast and hard.

  “Kayne, please may I come?!” I wail, my pussy clenching and my clit aching.

  “Come, kitten. Come.” There’s turmoil in his voice. Just as I let go and begin to freefall, Kayne withdraws his fingers and smears my arousal up into my pulsating buttonhole. He then plunges every inch of his concrete cock into my ass at once. I yelp like a wounded dog as his erection and my orgasm tear me right in two. The pain as shocking as the pleasure.

  I cling to the wave of my climax for as long as possible while Kayne fucks me with reckless abandonment until he reaches his own peak.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come.” He grunts, pulling on my hair. “Baby, you feel so good, you’re going to make me come.” He slams into me and I jerk forward in the restraints, my ankles and wrists straining, the tears flowing freely.

  “Kayne!”

  With one more deafening blow, he unleashes, coming deep inside my exploited ass and limp body.

  In the aftermath, there’s nothing but static, sunlight, and the sound of our tattered breathing in the now stormless room.

  “Hey.” Kayne kisses me softly, licking up the tears that are still flowing steadily down my cheeks.

  “Hey.” I sniffle, looking up at him in my peripheral vision.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah.” I smile, and I am.

  “I love you,” he whispers, still licking and kissing my face.

  “I know.” I close my eyes serenely. “And no one loves you more than I do.”

  “Only by the grace of God.”

  He’s trying to be funny, but Kayne’s funny always has a bit of truth behind it. In this case, anyway. He still feels like he doesn’t deserve me, and I came to terms a long time ago that it’s just a character flaw we both have to live with. Doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying to drill it into his head that he is loved and more deserving than he believes.

  Kayne kisses me one last tim
e before he withdraws himself from my body. My taut little butthole relaxes for the first time today. I breathe more easily as all the tension uncurls itself from my limbs.

  “Hang tight, kitten. I’ll clean you up.” Like I have any other option. Kayne returns from the bathroom with a damp washcloth and caringly wipes away the sticky remnants before he unfastens each restraint; rubbing my wrists and ankles as he goes. When I’m finally free, he urges me to sit up then lifts me into his arms.

  Lethargically, I mold myself to him, resting my head on his chest. He tightens his hold, keeping me close.

  I’m nearly asleep by the time he places me in bed and curls up beside me.

  I snuggle up next to him, placing my ear over his heart, letting the strong, steady sound soothe me like it always does.

  “Did I hurt you, Ellie?” he asks with a hint of worry as he runs one finger through my hair.

  “You utterly ruined me.” That’s always my response after a bout of rough sex. It’s my way of telling him no one will ever compare to the way he loves me, physically or emotionally.

  “Good.” There’s contentment in his voice. “You’re such a naughty little kitten.”

  “I know. You made me that way.” I look up at him.

  “I know. Do you hate me for it?”

  “Does it seem like I hate you?”

  “No.”

  “Then there’s your answer.”

  Kayne hugs me tighter as I stare up at him, and then glance away immediately once our eyes meet.

  I feel his energy shift. “Ask me, Ellie.”

  Shit. Kayne has told me repeatedly that I can’t hide anything from him, and as hard as I try to conceal what I’m thinking, one evasive glance always gives me away.

  I nibble on my lip, hesitant to go down this road.

  “Ellie . . .” Kayne nudges me, urging me to talk. He gets agitated when he knows that I’m deliberately keeping something from him. I chew on my lip harder.

  “I want to be more naughty,” I state timidly.

  “More naughty?” His eyebrows shoot up.

  I nod cautiously, knowing this conversation could be world war three in the making. “I want to know what it’s like to be with two men.”

  There, I said it, and should now probably take cover.

  The severity of Kayne’s silence tells me everything I need to know. I just pissed him off big time. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s frightening. I think I just pierced my tongue with my incisor. I never should have said a damn thing.

  Kayne suddenly expels a heated breath. “Do you really want to be with Jett that badly?”

  “I really want to be with both of you that badly,” I clarify. “It isn’t just about Jett.”

  He stares up at the ceiling. I know he’s at war with himself. He wants to give me what I want without losing himself in the process. The last time Jett, London, Kayne, and I fooled around, we took it further than we ever have before. For the first time, I was sexually intimate with Jett. I don’t even know how it happened, natural progression maybe, but my lips ended up around his dick. I sucked him off, while Kayne fucked me from behind, and London sat on his face. That was only a few weeks ago, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. Haven’t stopped thinking about Jett and Kayne sandwiching me together and taking me at the same time.

  “I know you didn’t hate watching me with him. You fucked me the exact same way you do when I’m with London.”

  “How’s that?” he questions.

  “Recklessly.”

  His lips twitch. “It wasn’t so bad watching you suck another man’s dick.”

  “You liked it?”

  Kayne maintains his silence.

  “Did you like having threesomes with Jett?”

  “I like threesomes, period. But I always used to lean toward me being the minority. Jett used to like sharing his woman. Engulfing their senses, he used to say.”

  That doesn’t sound so bad to me.

  “You wouldn’t want to engulf my senses?”

  “I thought I already did.” He frowns.

  “You do . . . I mean . . .” Oh shit, I think I just insulted him.

  Kayne smiles down at me, clearly amused by my stupidity. “It’s okay, kitten.” He yanks me by the collar, forcing my face close to his. “You can have both of us under one condition.”

  “What’s that?” I swallow roughly, caught up in the power of his gaze.

  “You remember who you belong to when it’s over.”

  “Like I could ever forget. Your palm print is permanently stamped on my ass.”

  “Damn straight.” He spanks me hard, causing me to jerk. “Now lie on your stomach.” He flips me over, still keeping a firm grip on my collar. “All this talk about threesomes and head and engulfing your senses has made me hard.” He keeps my face planted on the pillow with one hand on my collar and pulls up my hips with the other. I instantly liquefy.

  “Now fucking scream my name, kitten. So I know you’ll never forget.” With that, he slams into me, bucking me forward. “Oh!” I grab onto the edge of the mattress as his cock hits me square in my center, causing my muscles to coil around him like a snake.

  “Who owns you, Ellie?” he asks as he beats into me from behind, my body completely subdued by his hold on my collar and hand clamped on my hip.

  “You!” I exclaim as my pussy floods with forced arousal.

  “And who am I?” he demands as our skin slaps together.

  “My life, my love, my happiness!” I spout as he ruins me in the most delicious kind of way.

  Kayne halts, buried deep inside me. “That’s right, kitten.” He leans over and murmurs in my ear, “Who else am I?”

  I look up at him through the corner of my eye. “My owner. You own me.” I speak the words he wants to hear.

  “That’s right, baby. Till death do us part.”

  I nod.

  “Now tell me you love me.”

  “I love you,” I proclaim with no hesitation. “Only you.”

  Kayne kisses my cheek affectionately then pulls out and repositions me on my back. “I love you, too.” He slides into me sweetly. “Only you.” He looks directly into my eyes as I spread my legs, inviting him inside. “That’s right, kitten, let me in.” He sinks deeply into my channel, penetrating all the way to my core.

  “Kayne,” I moan, as he splits me open.

  “Ellie.” He exhales my name, the same need evident in his tone.

  “Make me come,” I implore, as he fucks me leisurely.

  “You know I’ll give you anything you want. I can never say no to you.”

  And that’s the truth. Kayne would deny me very few things. An orgasm when I’m bad is one thing on that very short list, but right now, I could ask for the moon on a silver platter and he would find a way to bring it to me.

  “Mmm.” He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against mine as his cock thickens.

  I run my hands through his dark brown hair as he rocks in and out of me, both of us on a razor sharp edge about to topple over.

  “Kayne.” I whimper and shake as his body commands mine. “Kayne!” He thrusts in deep, shattering us both, the two of us moaning and panting and gyrating until the tumultuous ache subsides and all that’s left in the climatic aftermath is two stripped bodies and a pile of bare bones.

  Ruined . . .

  I’m most definitely ruined.

  IT’S DARK IN MY ROOM. The shadows on the wall look like blobs of moving ink as the clouds cover the moon and its white reflective light. Like every night, I wait anxiously for my owner. I sit on my knees chained to the bed, apprehensively expecting his arrival. I’ve fought him for so long, but tonight I will finally give in. Give in to him and the darkness. It will be my descent. The door creaks open and my body tenses. I keep my head down and listen to his footsteps. They sound different tonight. Lighter, but more ominous. When I look up, it isn’t my owner standing in front of me, but it is a man I recognize. A man with a cold,
calculating stare and unrepentant desires. A man who craves pain and delivers it explicitly. As soon as our eyes meet, I cower away, attempting to escape the impending doom. I know it’s a vain effort, as he overtakes me every time.

  “No!” I scream as he snatches my chain like lightning and yanks me toward him.

  “That word doesn’t exist in my world,” he sneers. It’s the same words every time. “Bite me and I’ll beat you unconscious.” Then I’m choking and crying and gagging all at the same time as he rams his cock mercilessly down my throat. Michael stands behind him laughing as I fruitlessly fight, knowing the torture is just beginning. Before I know it, I’m forced to my back, my throat raw and my voice hoarse from screaming. It just echoes around me, trapping me in. No one can hear me; no one can save me.

  The first thrust feels like a serrated hot poker stabbing between my legs. The second scars me permanently. I kick and flail, but no amount of resistance will stop him. I know this. I have lived through this horror many times before.

  “Stop!” I sob. “Stop! Stop!”

  He laughs maniacally, reveling in my pain.

  “Your pussy saves you every time.” Michael’s voice evaporates.

  “ELLIE!” Kayne shakes me.

  “Ellie, wake up!”

  I gasp as I open my eyes to meet Kayne’s worried blue ones. My stomach rolls. “Oh god, get off!” I push him then fly out of bed and into the bathroom, reaching the toilet bowl just in time. I throw up violently, purging the sickening feelings until my stomach is empty.

  Kayne kneels on the floor beside me, holding my hair and rubbing my back as I dry heave uncontrollably.

  When there’s absolutely nothing left, I slump next to the toilet.

  Kayne pulls me into his chest and presses my face against his warm skin.

  “Shhhh.” He pets my head and rocks me until I’m calm. I cling to him while the leftover bile burns my throat. “That hasn’t happened to you in a long time.”

  “I know,” I answer feebly as my body begins to relax.

  “Was it me? Did I trigger it?” he asks worried, no doubt believing it was our bout of rough sex that brought on the dream.

  “No,” I say truthfully. I haven’t had a violent nightmare about Javier and Michael in almost six months. But that doesn’t mean what they did to me has vanished from my subconscious. I used to have that same dream all the time. Sometimes five nights in a row. When the hospital discharged me, I lost a considerable amount of weight because I puked every time I startled awake. The exact same way I did tonight.

 

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