by M. Never
Taking her wrists I pin her down, fucking her as slow and as leisurely as I can. As controlled as my body will allow.
“How do I feel?” I ask as I thrust.
“Big,” she responds, her fists clenching.
I chuckle not expecting that response.
She starts to shift. “Kayne—”
“Keep those fucking legs open. And no talking. Unless you’re asking permission to come.” I grit my teeth. The Dom is never far. It’s a ramification of this life.
She obeys, crying a little harder. I hold her wrists tighter as I lick her face.
“Cry all you need. It won’t be the last time,” I tell her as I pump into her harder. Her pussy tight and wet, constricting around me. I nearly see stars.
Ellie’s breathing speeds up, becoming erratic and disjointed, as our hips clash together.
“Please, may I come?!” she erupts. Her eyes are screwed shut, her body is tense.
I want to say no, but I’ll be nice. Tonight, Ellie needs nice.
“Come, baby. Come as many times as you need.”
She lets go as soon as I consent. A flood of warm heat saturates my cock as she clamps down around me. Fuck, Ellie feels better than I could have ever imagined, could have ever conjured in my wildest dreams.
She cries out, struggling against me as her orgasm tears her apart. I watch transfixed as her face strains in ecstasy, her breasts swell, and nipples harden. I suck one into my mouth during the height of her pleasure and another little ripple of arousal washes over me. The sensation makes me crazy. Makes me crave blood.
Her body gives out as soon as her tremors subside.
“Turn over,” I order. Ellie immediately rolls onto her stomach. I pull her hips up, forcing her on all fours then slam into her, burying myself to the hilt.
“Oh!” she screams. My desire has me drunk, lustful, and unrepentant. I beat into her, holding on tight, sprinting after my orgasm.
“Who do you belong to, Ellie?”
“You,” she strains.
I grab her collar, fucking her harder.
“If I tell you to spread your legs for me, what do you say?
“Yes, Kayne.”
“If I tell you to bend over so I can fuck you, what do you say?
“Yes, Kayne.”
“What do I want?” I ask as my climax circles like a cyclone.
“My obedience. My submission. My body.”
I have all three. I pull out right before I explode and come all over her abused ass. The crop marks still red and fresh. I love it.
I drop back, panting wildly once the oscillating sensations subside and drink Ellie in on all fours.
MINE.
“Lie down,” I command. She slides forward onto her stomach, stretching out like a tired little kitten. My tired little kitten.
I crawl over her. “Did I hurt you?”
She looks up at me. Her eyes are red and her cheeks are puffy.
“No.”
“Are you telling me the truth, or what you think I want to hear?”
She bites her lip. “It hurt a little. You’re big.”
I hold back a grin. Her response just stroked my ego. Big time.
“I don’t ever want you to lie to me, understand? If I ask you a question, tell me the truth.”
She nods, pressing her cheek into the plush white rug. I kiss her softly on the corner of her mouth then grab the towel on the floor next to the bed. I wipe my come off her ass then pull her to her feet. She stands like she’s supposed to, with her head bowed. Just like I trained her to. It’s arousing and odious all at the same time. I draw her face up. “Mine, Ellie.”
“Yes, Kayne,” she answers, and my insides go berserk. I will never get tired of hearing her say that.
I walk over to the armoire and open the intricately decorated doors with Ellie standing where I left her. I grab what I’m looking for, and then return to the center of the room.
“Look at me.”
Ellie lifts her head. I unlock the thick black training collar and remove it from her neck.
“I don’t have to wear it anymore?” Her voice pitches.
“No. Not that one.” I drop it on the floor.
Her face falls. I lift the new collar to show her. This one is less harsh, more feminine. With rhinestones. It also has a padded inside so it won’t rub uncomfortably against her skin. I slide it around her neck and lock it in place. I yank her forward by it and give her a kiss. “I like you collared, baby. I like you naked. I like you mine.”
I STAY WITH ELLIE UNTIL she falls asleep.
It seemed wrong to just leave after the night she had. I didn’t exactly know what to do with myself once I put her to bed. Should I lie down with her? Sit next to her? Hold her? Holding her seemed a little too close for comfort. Although, if I had to choose, it would be option number three. But I can’t cross that line. For all our sakes. An arm’s length is where I have to keep her. Owner/pet. Master/slave. That is as far as the relationship can go.
Sitting in the chair at the table, I watch as she drifts off. The moonlight shining through the wagon wheel window is illuminating her face, highlighting the streaks of tears running down her cheeks. The rhinestones on her new collar reflecting off the light every time she shifts.
Beautiful is too inferior a word to describe Ellie. Inside and out. Even when she’s crying, she’s the most captivating thing on the face of the Earth. At least to me. I could watch her sleep for hours. Watch her move and laugh and come apart in my arms. She’s mine.
Once her breathing levels off and she’s sleeping peacefully, I silently slip out of the room.
I thought I had fucked all the murderous rage out of me, but as I walk down the dimly lit hallway, my fury returns.
My legs bring me to the exact place my brain forbids me to go. With extreme force I kick open the door to Javier’s room. The lock splinters straight through the wood. That felt good. I walk in to find Javier once again with Spice. He’s taken a pathological liking to her. It irks me. She looks too much like Ellie. Same green eyes and brown hair. It heightens the turmoil blistering beneath my skin. I grab the switchblade out of my pocket and pop the knife as I stalk toward Javier. His black eyes widen, and then turn hard. He’s not afraid of me. He should be. I slam him up against the wall next to the bed. “Next time you decide to stick your dick where it doesn’t belong, I’ll cut your nut sack open and watch your balls fall to the floor.” I dig the tip of the blade into his crotch. He goes up on his toes. “This is my fucking house. You will respect me and my girls.
“Vivas bajo mi techo, obedeces mis reglas. Comprende?”
You live under my roof, you obey my rules. Understand?
Javier sneers, staring me down. “I obey no one.”
This is an all-around dicey situation. One wrong move or one wrong word and I could fuck everything up. All the years of hard work and money spent. All the sacrifices and all the lies, good for nothing.
But at the moment I just don’t give a fuck. All I know is if Javier ever lays a hand on Ellie again, the whole compound is going to go up in smoke. “It doesn’t look like you have much of a choice at the moment.” I twist the knife deeper.
Javier’s mouth curves up into a taut deranged smile, despite the compromising position I have him in. “You amuse me, amigo.”
“Glad to know I’m good for something.”
“You’re good for many things,” he says cryptically.
“Stay away from what’s mine,” I warn one last time, then shove myself away him. I cut Spice loose, she’s bound and gagged and has been whimpering the whole time. Javier tied her up so tightly to the four poster bed she’s suspended over the mattress. Her wrists are rubbed raw from the abrasive rope and there’s hot red wax drizzled all over her body. Both of her nipples are completely covered. It looks like the poor girl is bleeding to death. She scrambles up once she’s free and rushes out of the room. Fear and relief are both evident in her eyes. She doesn’t even bother to r
emove the ball gag stretching her mouth. My heart lurches. If I hadn’t walked in, who knows what else he might have done.
“You cut my fish loose.”
“Your gaming privileges have been revoked. No more playtime for you. You’ve had your fun.” The words feel like battery acid burning my tongue. Ellie’s horrified face flashes in front of me. It’s an image that has been permanently branded into my brain.
“I don’t like boundaries, amigo.”
“I don’t like you,” I spit.
I leave Javier’s room after that, praying to almighty God I didn’t just destroy everything I’ve worked the last six years for. I don’t stop walking until I reach the gym. I lift my hands, not even bothering with gloves, and pound away, seeing Javier’s face every time my fist connects with the punching bag.
I WAKE UP ON A bare mattress.
The sheets and comforter are still on the floor and I am back on my leash. My legs hurt, and so does my core. I think this kind of pain is something I’ll need to get used to. I handed myself over last night. My obedience, my submission, and my body. I am officially Kayne’s. Officially owned.
I huddle into a ball and shiver, but not because I’m cold. Because I’m numb. The image of evil black eyes haunt me. What if Kayne hadn’t come in when he did? What if ... I push the crippling, abominable thought away. There’s no point in what-ifs. That’s what my mother always says. I miss my family terribly. Just the thought of them fragments my pain and loneliness further. I can’t imagine what they’re going through—not knowing where I am, if I’m dead or alive.
What would they think if they found out I was owned?
I fight back the tears, put my loved ones in a box, and shove it into the darkest depths of my mind. I need to be strong, and missing my family makes me weak. Makes me vulnerable. I have to survive.
I try not to think. I try not to feel. I’m alone, and my existence is abhorrent.
I concentrate solely on something small. The need to pee. I hope Jett comes soon.
I look around my prison cell and idle thoughts take over. Is this where I’ll live forever? Will I ever be able to go outside again? Will I always be a dog chained to the bed? A sexual object, to use as he pleases. Before I’m sucked into a rabbit hole of despair, the door opens. I jump to my knees, never knowing if it’s Kayne or not. And now that I officially belong to him, I have to act accordingly. A little piece of my hope dies.
“Heel, it’s just me.” I relax my body and lift my head. Tears streaming down my face.
“Don’t cry.” Jett embraces me. “It’s going to be okay. How do you feel?” he asks as he unlocks the chain from my new collar. There’s no fun, lighthearted banter today.
“Numb, abused. Confused.”
“I could kill that shithead for laying a finger on you.”
“Kayne or the other guy?” I sniff.
Jett’s lip twitches. “Nice to know you haven’t lost your sense of humor.”
“Someone told me I need to be strong.” I look up at him drained of life.
He hugs me. “You’re rising to the occasion.”
“I feel like I’m falling apart.”
“You’re not alone. You can talk to me about whatever you want. You can cry, you can let it all out.”
I take him up on his offer. I melt into Jett and sob, crying every single sickening emotion out. Every one I tried and failed miserably to suppress. Jett just holds me for as long as I need and after what feels like a lifetime’s worth of tears, I pull myself together.
“That’s a girl.” Jett pats me. “Let’s get you cleaned up. A hot shower and something sinful for lunch will make you feel better.”
“How sinful?” I look up at him with puffy eyes.
He leers. “Something a priest can’t even forgive you for.”
I smile weakly.
Jett removes my collar. “Sparkly new jewelry,” he comments offhandedly.
“It’s definitely more comfortable than the other one.” I rub my neck.
“Prettier too.”
I pee, take a long shower, and eat the most decadent lunch I’ve ever had in my life; a giant portion of crème Brulee French toast with a side of vanilla ice cream drowned in chocolate syrup. After that, I just stare at myself in the mirror for most of the day. Who is this girl I’ve become? I still have the same eyes and nose and hair. Except now I’m someone’s sex slll ... pleasure kitten. I can’t even bring myself to use the other term.
“Time to go back on your leash.” Jett pops his head into the bathroom, vaporizing my scattered thoughts. “You’ve been in here all day.”
I frown.
“I laid your clothes out. Kayne will be here soon. Wear your hair up, it’s a mess.” He winks.
With a heavy heart, I pull my long, light brown hair up into a loose bun. It’s sort of sexy with tendrils falling down around my face. I wonder briefly if Kayne will like it. Why do you care!?
My ‘clothes’ consist of a pair of black, lace-trimmed boy shorts, knee-high stiletto boots, and my collar. That’s it. I don’t think I’ll ever wear real clothes again. I slip on the underwear and boots, right after Jett secures my new neck jewelry. Then back on my chain I go. “You look sexy enough to eat,” Jett comments once I’m perched back on my bed.
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome. We need to work on makeup with you though.”
I raise my eyebrows. I never was one for makeup. A little mascara and some blush. I’m even less inclined since I’ve been here.
“Tomorrow.” Jett taps me on the nose. “I’ll be back with dinner later.”
He closes the door to my prison, leaving me alone to just wait. Minutes tick by. I fiddle with my hands, the chain, and the collar.
I can only so go far. To the edge of the bed is all my leash allows. I shift this way and that, nervously, curious about how tonight will play out. Kayne has full range of me now. What will he do?
I stare mindlessly at my new bedding. I like it, despite the circumstances. It’s all shimmery creams and sparkly whites with matching decorative throw pillows. It looks like I’m sitting on a cloud of diamonds. It makes me think of Mark and how he used to call me his magic glitter in high heels. I push the thought away and place him in the box with the rest of my loved ones. I miss him too much. I miss them all too much.
The lock clicks and I bound onto my knees like I’m supposed to. Like a good girl. An obedient girl. An owned girl.
I see Kayne’s shoes in front of me as I keep my head down and my hands on my thighs. My heart hammering in my chest. He stands there for what seems like an eternity. My back starts to cramp.
“Hello, kitten, how was your day?” he finally asks.
“Fine, Kayne,” I answer like I’m supposed to.
“Look at me.” I sweep my head up and look directly into his crystal blue eyes.
“How was your day? Answer honestly.”
I frown. “I was lonely. And I feel conflicted.” I tear my gaze away from him.
“Honesty, Ellie. I always want honesty. It will get easier. I promise.” He runs one finger softly under my chin. “You’re beautiful.”
I blush, still not looking at him. Does he mean that or does he say it just to play with my mind?
Kayne pulls at my collar bringing me up onto my knees and cups one of my breasts, massaging it gently.
My heart beats wildly. I flashback to last night. My legs still ache from being spread so wide. My lips tender from being kissed so hard. “On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you?” He hooks one finger into my panties and peeks down inside.
“Six,” I answer, holding perfectly still.
“I’d prefer four, but six is fuckable.”
My pulse races. I remind myself that I handed my body over to him. Freely and willingly. It’s his to do with as he pleases. Whatever that may be. Before Kayne has a chance to pounce on me, Jett appears with dinner. He walks through the room with a large platter covered by a silver dome. He places it on the t
able by the window then leaves without a word. The door clicks behind him and my heart is suddenly in my throat. I stare at Kayne, and he stares back at me. His eyes are roaring with some unnamed desire. My stomach flips.
“Are you hungry?”
Honestly, no. So much for giving him what he wants.
“Yes, Kayne,” I answer.
“Good girl.” He snaps my underwear.
Kayne unhooks me from the headboard and leads me by my leash to the table. He sits with the chair facing out, his legs spread wide. “Kneel.”
I drop in front of him. Then he begins to feed me from his hand. “Open.”
I open my mouth and he slips a piece of steak inside. I chew. It’s cooked perfectly and tastes delicious. Then he scoops some mashed potatoes onto one finger. I open my mouth again and suck them off. He feeds me like this until almost everything on the plate is gone.
“Enough.” His voice is gruff and thick with lust. The bulge in his pants straining against his zipper.
“Lie down.” I lie at his feet. Just how I’m supposed to. Minutes tick by, as he gazes at me on the floor, feasting on every naked inch of my body with his mesmerizing eyes.
“Stand,” he commands. So I do. He loves to boss me around. Kayne continues to drink me in as I stand before him. My bare breasts on display. The stiletto boots giving me four extra inches of height.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he admires darkly. Something inside me twinges. “Pull your underwear down your thighs.”
With shaky hands and erratic breaths, I obey. Once my panties are where he wants them, Kayne runs his large hands over my body, feeling my curves, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass. He moans with satisfaction. Then traces his fingers over my hipbones, down to the middle of my thighs. When he inserts his thumb into me, I wince and moan all at the same time. He’s menacingly quiet as he fingers me, concentrating solely on my face. His stare is burdensome, but I endure it as I let the effect of his ministrations play out on my face. After a few heat-induced minutes, he withdraws his thumb and replaces it with his middle finger. It’s only a few seconds before he smears my wetness away from my pussy, and up toward my ass. I gasp. “Shhh.” He grabs onto one of my legs with his free hand steadying me. “Remember when I told you I was an ass man?”