by M. Never
“Kneel,” he commands. My stomach rolls, my freedom fraying as I rise to my knees. I sit just the way he described. On my haunches with my hands splayed on my thighs. Right between his legs. An obedient pet. He groans approvingly. “My kitten.” He leans forward and fondles both of my breasts. Skimming his thumbs over my nipples until they are straining and hard. I breathe rapidly. I don’t want him to touch me, but my body responds involuntarily. The sensations networking straight to my burning core.
“You’re so perfect, Ellie.” He breathes hard as touches me. It seems my body isn’t the only one involuntarily responding. The bulge in his pants is undeniable.
“Another command. On your back. Lay down, bend your knees, spread your legs and place your hands over your head. Do it. Now.”
Kayne tracks my every move as I slowly lay on the floor and open my legs wide for him. I want to fight. I want to say no, but my stinging ass and the image of that woman from last night is a constant reminder of what will happen if I resist.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
He stares down at me for a very long time. His gaze feels heavy, and after what feels like forever, he gets up and walks into the semicircular room with the table of torture. My anxiety spikes tenfold as I hear the opening and closing of drawers. I almost get up and dart into the bathroom, but Kayne returns before I can force my limbs to move. He stands above my mostly naked body. Two pairs of handcuffs dangling in one hand.
“You’ve been a good girl. Time for a treat.” His breath is ragged as he drops to his knees. I squirm away, but he grabs my legs and fastens one handcuff to each ankle.
“Give me your hands.” I don’t move.
“Ellie.” He says my name harshly. “Do you want me to turn you over and spank you instead? Pleasure or pain. Your choice. It doesn’t matter to me either way. I like giving both.”
He reaches over me and grabs my right hand, securing it to the handcuff on my right ankle.
“Kayne, please,” I beg, as he repeats the motion with my left side. I’m bound.
Completely helpless.
No matter which way I move, the restraints act like marionette strings biting into my skin. Pulling one of my wrists up, my leg follows. Pull my ankle down, my arm gets yanked.
I’m gasping with fear.
Kayne hovers over me. My senses on overload.
I tremble as I stare up at him. His eyes are fierce, lustful, wanton, and unrepentant. I know exactly what he wants.
Me.
“Tell me you don’t want me to touch you,” he dares me.
“I don’t want you to touch me.” The words flow, but there’s no fire behind them.
“Are you sure, kitten?” He massages me over the thin fabric of my panties.
“Yes.” No.
“I think you do.” He slides my panties over and I squirm harder in the restraints. My heartbeat palpitating. The metal clinking as I shift. He circles his finger gently over my clit. I close my eyes trying to reject his touch. When he sinks his finger inside me, I gasp.
“You’re so fucking wet for me.” He slides his finger in and out, every so often spreading the slickness through my folds. My body tightens and aches, but I fight the urges he’s bringing forth. I will not come. I will not give this man my pleasure. Kayne works his hand faster, insistent. The sensations build and I clench my fists, fighting the orgasm he’s demanding. As if aware I’m resisting, he simultaneously rubs my swollen clit with his thumb while he fingers me relentlessly. I moan uncontrollably.
No! No! No!
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Just before I explode, Kayne removes his hand, and I nearly weep.
“Not yet, kitten. I didn’t give you permission.” If I wasn’t bound, I’d slap him. “I tell you when to come. Understand?” I’m panting beneath him, burning a hole through his head with my stare. He smirks arrogantly at me. Then leans down and whispers, taunting me, “Ask my permission.”
“No.”
“You’ll regret that.” There’s amusement in his eyes. This is all just a game. With no warning at all, he rips my panties. The thin material tearing right in two. I jerk, the metal cuffs cutting into my skin. He skims his tongue down the inside of one of my thighs, and then licks a slow hot drag over my slit.
“Fuck, you taste so good. Like cupcakes,” he pants. His specific description isn’t lost on me. A simple cupcake is how all this began.
Kayne swirls his tongue over my heated flesh, nipping and sucking, driving me mad. My body is bowing in ecstasy, my mind trying to reject the pleasure. If I give in, what will that mean?
Kayne stabs his tongue into my entrance, and I moan loudly. Oh God, an orgasm is looming; hot and fast.
“Ask permission.” His hot breath skims against my overly sensitive skin. I resist. Fighting him the only way I can. With my will.
He sinks a finger deep inside me and sucks on my clit, bringing me right to the breaking point. My heart is hammering and so is my core.
“Ask permission. The way I told you,” he orders.
I’m writhing in my restraints so hard I know I’m going to have marks, but I need to disperse the buildup somehow. I can barely breathe as he dangles me over the edge again and again, yet another form of torture to get me to obey. I feel the slightest caress of my orgasm, and I fracture, unable to withstand the torment anymore. “Please, Kayne, may I come!” I scream out.
He chuckles. That fucking bastard.
“Yes, you may, kitten.” He attacks me, fingering me swiftly while lavishing my clit. I splinter in every direction, my climax shredding me to pieces. I pull on the handcuffs—the pain as potent as the pleasure—as I writhe and moan. When the quake dissipates, I’m left limp on the floor, breathing raggedly and close to tears. Kayne brushes his face against my inner thigh, smearing my arousal all over my skin.
“Good, kitten,” he patronizes, rising to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. I stare up at him dazed. Inch by inch, he bares his chest, then tosses his shirt on the floor. He’s sculpted and lean, a demonic perfection. Several tattoos adorn his body, a compass on his left pec, barbed wire dripping with blood around his arm, and a quote written across his rib cage. ‘A certain kind of darkness is needed to see the stars.’
When he starts to unbuckle his belt, I tense. He doesn’t say a word as he sheds the rest of his clothes, but the energy in the room is unmistakable. It’s thick with sex and lust.
He said he wouldn’t rape me. He said he wouldn’t rape me. I repeat the mantra trying to stay calm. Once he’s as bare as me, Kayne hovers over my bound body, bracing his hands on each side of my head.
“Who owns you, Ellie?” He stares down at me with his majestic eyes.
“You do,” I answer reluctantly.
“That’s right.” He kisses my jaw softly.
“What do I want?”
I swallow hard. “My obedience, my submission, my body.” The words barely come out as a whisper.
“Right again.” He brings his mouth to mine, skimming his tongue along my lower lip.
“Can I fuck you, Ellie?”
“No, Kayne.” I fight back the tears.
“Fine.” He kisses me tenderly. Rolling his tongue against mine, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.
His change in demeanor is unexpected. I don’t understand it one bit. My defenses stand at attention. Kayne then shifts, grabbing his erection with one hand and moving down to take one of my nipples into his mouth. Swirling his tongue against me, he strokes himself, lightly at first and then more urgently. As his jerks become stronger, so does the pressure of his mouth, nipping and sucking my nipple as he works himself to a climax. There’s nothing I can do. There’s no place I can go tethered beneath him. He bites my nipple as he comes, sending a shock of pain straight through my body. I strain, helpless as he comes on my stomach. His groans vibrating against my breast. He releases my abused nipple once he’s finished. It’s red and swollen.
“Mine,” he declares victoriously aga
inst my lips, like he just marked his territory. Then he kisses me hard and unapologetically, making my head spin.
When he’s finished with my mouth, I drop my head to the side, exhausted. My emotions are a shitstorm inside of me. There are too many to even process at the moment. So I just shove them all away.
Kayne admires his handiwork on my abdomen for a few perverted seconds before he unlocks the handcuffs. Once removed, I immediately stretch my arms and legs. They’re stiff. He rubs my ankles then my wrists, kissing the inside of each one softly.
“Go clean up, kitten.”
I jump to my feet and disappear into the bathroom, desperate to be alone. I grab a hand towel off the rack and run it under some warm water. When I look into the mirror, what I see startles me. There are red rings around my wrists, my hair is a mess, and my cheeks are flushed. With the collar around my neck and ejaculation on my stomach, my lip quivers uncontrollably as I wipe away Kayne’s remnants. I discard the towel on the floor then grab another and clean between my legs. I feel so odd—disconnected, alone, abused—light and heavy all at the same time. I don’t understand what’s happening.
I prolong going back into the bedroom. I wish I could escape, just hurl myself right out the window. I spy the door to my freedom. It’s visible from the bathroom. I wonder idly if it’s locked. Could I make a run for it before Kayne grabs me? Where would I go if I made it out alive; collared, chained, and completely naked?
“Ellie?” Kayne calls, pulling me out of my reverie. My legs start moving before I can process what I’m doing. I bolt to the door and grab at the handle, jiggling it for dear life. It opens!
“Son of a bitch!” I hear Kayne bark as I escape down the dark hallway, sprinting toward the staircase. Just as I reach the first landing on the stairs I hear Kayne behind me. I keep my eyes on the front door as we both battle downwards, me strenuously trying not to tumble and fall. I jump the last five steps and hit the foyer floor with a thud, managing somehow to remain on my feet and keep oxygen pumping through my lungs. I dart across the cold marble with my heart beating out of control. When I reach the front door, I haul it open, even though the fucking thing weighs a ton. Just as I feel the cool breeze of outside, the door slams closed.
“No!” I scream as Kayne throws me over his shoulder, kicking the air and punching his back.
“You’re a fast little thing. I’ll give you that.” He smacks my naked, vulnerable ass.
“Oww!” My whole body jolts as the hard slap echoes around the opulent foyer.
“You’re going to pay for that, kitten.” He huffs up the stairs in bare feet and boxer briefs.
“Kayne, no!” I squirm with tears threatening.
The trek back to my cell is a terrifying one. Kayne doesn’t say a word as I dangle over his shoulder, fighting for my life. Once back inside, he marches straight into the circular room with the table of torture.
“Kayne!” I cry.
“You brought this on yourself, kitten.” He grabs something off the wall. I nearly go slack from the stress. The only thing keeping my body moving is the spasms of fear.
Kayne tosses me on the bed face down with me begging and pleading, and holds me there by my collar. “Don’t do this. You don’t have to do this!”
He ignores me as he positions my body; my feet spread on the floor, my chest pressed into the mattress. My behind exposed for the spanking.
“Kayne please! I’ll be good!” I implore one last time.
“You’re goddamn right you will.”
Smack!
He hits my bottom with something hard and the sound rings out through the room. “Ouch!” I yell.
Smack!
“Please! Please!” I beg some more as the object lands straight across my behind.
“You were a bad girl, kitten. You need to be punished. That’s how it works around here.”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
He paddles my ass continuously until I’m choking with tears.
“Please stop!” I fight fruitlessly against him. His grip on my collar impenetrable. My behind on fire.
“What I really want to know, is where do you think you were going to go butt naked and collared?”
Smack!
“Anywhere is better than here! I’d rather be lost in the wilderness!”
“You think so, huh?”
Smack!
“Yes!” I screech.
One more immobilizing hit, then he stops, with me heaving for air. I hear the object fall to the floor.
Kayne yanks at my collar, flipping me over, and then crawls on top of me. My tiny frame nothing more than a weightless rag doll to him. He pins my sore wrists to the mattress with a tight grip, bringing his face an inch from mine. His eyes are wild and scary as hell. My tender butt screaming in agony, pressed against the bed.
“Don’t try that shit again,” he snaps. “There are monsters way worse than me on the other side of that door. The next time you think about escaping, do it at your own risk.”
I stare back at him with choppy breaths, tear-soaked cheeks, and a stinging behind. I have no response. He made his point. I broke the rules; he showed me who’s boss.
“You’re mine now, Ellie. Just accept it.” He lingers over me for a few long beats, our eyes locked, our breathing labored. A zap of something rousing passes between us in that moment. My heart flutters and so does my pussy. Traitorous body.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him, I remind myself.
“Have you learned your lesson?” he asks still restraining me.
I nod.
“Answer correctly.”
My lip quivers. “Yes, Kayne.” The words barely leave my mouth.
“Good girl. If I let you up will you behave?”
I nod again, silently. My eyes still locked on his.
Kayne pushes himself off me with a huff.
You’re mine now, Ellie. Just accept it.
I’ll never accept I belong to him. I belong to no one. Do what you want to this body, hold it captive, beat it, pleasure it. But my mind he can never have. It’s the one thing I can still control. The one place he can’t penetrate.
“Time for bed.” He jerks my leash, forcing me higher on the luxurious bed. I look down and catch a glimpse of what he used to beat me. The wooden paddle with the heart shape cut out. Kayne locks the end of the chain to the white vining iron in the center of the headboard with the padlock. The click pierces through me. It’s my reminder I’ll never be free.
“Lay down,” he orders.
I stretch my body out, placing my head on one of the golden pillows. The satin sheets are a welcoming cold against my heated skin. I’m so tired, completely drained, and totally defeated.
“Listen to me, Ellie, you need to behave,” Kayne reiterates. “I’d much rather shower you with pleasure than torture you with pain.” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip. “But I’ll do what I have to do to make you submit.”
He bends and kisses my naked shoulder. The gesture is almost sweet. It makes no sense to me at all. A minute ago he was pummeling my ass. This man is a walking enigma. “Get some sleep.”
All I can do is watch as he turns and heads for the door.
“Till tomorrow.” He looks back at me with infiltrating blue eyes. Eyes that promise, eyes that threaten. My emotions feel like they’re about to capsize.
When the door clicks, I let it all loose. The frustration, the sadness, the emptiness, the rage; sobbing inconsolably in the dark, desperate for slumber to take me.
I BEAT THE CRAP OUT of the punching bag.
My frustration level has reached max capacity. All I keep picturing are Ellie’s sad eyes and abused behind. Over and over, I hear the sounds of the strikes ring out.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Foreign sensations swim through my veins, like a straight shot of adrenalin. A euphoric high and a debilitating low.
“A little late to be training?” I
hear Jett’s voice behind me.
I slam the bag. “Never a bad time to train.”
“What was all the commotion earlier?” He comes to stand where I can see him. The gym is dark except for the small light over the boxing ring and heavy bags.
“Ellie and I had a disagreement.” I jab with my left then uppercut with my right.
“About?” He drags out the word.
“About whether the wilderness is a dangerous place or not.” I kick the bag, and it swings left.
“Excuse me?” Jett raises his eyebrows.
I hit the bag in succession until my biceps hurt. “She tried to run. I punished her.” I slam the bag square in the middle.
“Run? Where?”
“The door was unlocked. She made it all the way to the foyer. She’s freakin’ quick. She had me sprinting.” I catch myself smirking. Jett notices too.
“Bit more of a challenge than you expected, huh?”
“Yeah, you can say that.” I concentrate on hitting the black bag, trying to avoid all eye contact with Jett.
“She gave you a run for your money? That’s why you’re in here punching a defenseless heavy bag at three am?”
I glare at Jett. So much for avoiding eye contact. He’s fishing. I hate it when he fishes. I wish he would just let me punch out my emotions and be done with it. But no. Jett believes in talking. Getting your feelings off your chest and all that kumbaya crap. He thinks he’s my personal fucking shrink and has been analyzing me since the day we met. Skinny prick.
“No, I knew she wouldn’t get far,” I tell him point blankly.
“So what’s the issue?”
“No issue. Can’t a man just work out in the middle of the night?”
“A man? Yes. You? No.”
“Jett!” I holler as I punch. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Do you remember the last time you didn’t want to talk about something? A very innocent fishing boat was blown up.”
I stop mid punch. “I take no responsibility for that. The pin on the grenade popped by itself.”
“Sure it did.” He crosses his arms and looks at me like I’m full of shit. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.
“Besides, better the fishing boat than us. Right?”