Owned

by M. Never

  Ellie darts her tongue out, licking the tip of my erection. It feels like an electrical shock through my system.

  I slide my hands into her light brown hair. Jett left it down, and it’s sexy as hell. Just like Ellie. She works my cock into her mouth. Sliding it in and out, taking it a little deeper each time. I groan freely, loving the feel of the way she takes me. Possesses me. Of her initiating the blow job in general. My grip tightens in her hair as she swallows all of me, the head of my pulsating erection touching the back of her throat. I try to stay still and let her suck me to an orgasm, but it feels too damn good, too damn tempting. I hold her head and thrust into her mouth. She absorbs each jab, never moving; the goddess that she is on her knees. My orgasm moves quick, snaking its way down my spine and tingling my tailbone. I come so fucking hard I roar like a wild animal. Ellie swallows every drop of my release, sucking me until I run dry.

  I can barely stand as the remnants of my climax vaporizes. Ellie just stays on her knees with her head bowed, waiting for my direction. I run my hands through her hair reverently.

  “You little minx.” She looks up with blazing green eyes. I scratch her under her chin.

  She smirks impishly.

  I barely recognize the woman in front of me. She’s a seductress. A temptress.

  And I realize now, she’s not the only one who’s owned in this room.

  JAVIER’S FORTY-EIGHT HOURS ARE ALMOST up. I can’t wait to throw that Mexican piece of shit out with the trash. There are going to be some very unhappy people if this deal doesn’t go through. A lot of wasted hours and money spent, but that’s the nature of this fucked-up business. Everyone is a snake. Everyone is out for blood.

  There’s a knock on my office door. I look up with just my eyes. “Come in.”

  Javier appears in front of me. I’m shocked he actually used his manners. He saunters haughtily into the room and takes a seat in the wing-back chair across from my desk.

  “Coming to say goodbye?” I ask snidely.

  “Quite the contrary. El Rey will be arriving in two days. The arrangements will be made prior, all accounts approved. He will stay for one night for a face-to-face meeting. Then I will stay behind to make sure the shipments arrive effortlessly.”

  “I have full faith in the company I use,” I tell him arrogantly.

  “I’m sure you do, but what’s the saying, better safe than sorry. Don’t you agree, amigo?”

  “Let’s get something straight.” I lean forward menacingly. “I am not your amigo. We do business. I tolerate you in my house. That’s it.” I tap the pencil I’m holding against the desk repeatedly. Riled, agitated, and on the brink of committing a homicide.

  “Yo comprende,” he responds with dark eyes.

  “Good. Now get out,” I bite.

  Javier stands but moves slowly. “I’d like to throw a party. El Rey hasn’t stepped foot on American soil in over a decade. Let’s make his one and only night a memorable one.”

  “You want to throw him a party?” I raise my eyebrows.

  Javier nods.

  “Okay.” I smirk deviously. “I’ll throw him a party he’ll never forget.”

  “Excellente.” Javier smiles wily, then walks out of the room.

  I snap the pencil in two, wishing it was his neck.

  SOMETHING RAPTUROUS TOOK HOLD WHEN Kayne professed that he’d kill for me. He meant every syllable. I could feel the verity vibrate through my bones. Then, insanely, I dropped to my knees, and for the first time since the night he took me, I craved to please him. To sate him. I don’t know when things changed, or how they changed, but making Kayne fall apart had my adrenaline pumping and my pussy throbbing. For a split second I contemplated lying on my back and splaying my legs so he could have me, but when he grinded himself against me moments before, I knew my body couldn’t handle another punishing. My mouth was the next best thing, and it seemed to work just fine. I was especially proud of myself when his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

  My time with Kayne has been enlightening, to say the least. It’s blossomed a desire inside me that I never dreamed existed. He pushes all my limits, all my boundaries, all the confines of my mind. He’s making me into someone new. Someone strong and sexual and barely recognizable. Someone who’s learning she loves to serve him.

  Presently, Kayne is feeding me dinner. I’m on my knees between his legs, taking pieces of beef bourguignon straight from his hand. It’s sweet and tangy and sinfully delectable.

  “Ellie?”

  “Mmmm hmmm?” I suck his fingers into my mouth a little further than necessary. His breathing accelerates.

  “Behave,” he chastises with just the slightest hint of menace. I quake with need.

  “Yes, Kayne,” I purr.

  His eyes dilate as he zeroes in on my lips and then my naked chest. He didn’t touch me last night. He gave my body some reprieve, but I fear whatever he has planned tonight will make up for the lost time.

  “Tomorrow night I’m throwing a party. A very special guest is arriving,” he says. “You need to be on your best behavior. Can you be a good kitten for me?” He feeds me another piece of meat. I nod while I chew.

  “Yes, Kayne,” I say after I swallow.

  “Good girl. I want to show you off. I want everyone to see what’s mine. And be green with envy.” He jingles the tag on my collar, and then glides his thumb and middle finger down my delicate diamond body jewelry until he reaches the middle of my breasts. He touches one nipple so softly I barely feel it, and yet it still somehow manages to make me tingle between my thighs.

  “This is going to be a party unlike any you’ve ever been to. It may be a little shocking. I want to warn you now. You know the business I run.”

  I blink at him inquisitively as heat creeps over my skin. I know exactly the type of business he runs. I’ve seen it, I’ve experienced it. I fucked one of his employees because of it.

  “Yes, Kayne.”

  “And no one will touch you but me. Regardless of what they perceive.” His tone is resolute.

  “Yes, Kayne.” My voice wavers.

  “Mine, Ellie. Only mine.” He yanks my collar, bringing my lips to meet his. The kiss is gentle. Emotion filled. It floods me with confusion. What’s happening here?

  “You have been such a good girl.” He gropes me. “But I’m dying to spank you.” He palms my ass and my heart rate accelerates.

  “Yes, Kayne,” I respond immediately, remembering what happened last time he told me he wanted to spank me.

  “I told you that lesson would stick,” he says haughtily.

  He definitely remembers, too.

  Kayne pulls me to my feet by my new leash. A thick chain with delicate pink ribbon threaded through the links. My legs are wobbly. My body hasn’t fully recovered from the other night, and I’m not particularly inclined to pain. It’s moments like these that bring blaring clarity to my situation. I can’t say no. There is no, no. Or stop. No amount of begging will change his mind. He’s only given me the choice once, with Sugar.

  “On the bed. Get on all fours. Facing the headboard.”

  I immediately do as I’m told. I walk over robotically with my heart jack-hammering in my chest, crawl onto the mattress, and position myself on my hands and knees.

  I watch as Kayne picks up the shackled cuffs lying on the table of torture, and then another chain from one of the drawers. I try to breathe steadily, but my body instinctively reacts to what’s on the horizon. Kayne walks over to the bed and places the items next to me. He kisses my back, starting from the middle of my shoulder blades, down my spine until he reaches my tailbone. Then he sheds his clothes, shrugging his collared shirt off first, then his pants. Naked, he’s a god—tall, toned, the standard of excellence.

  “Get up and grab the top of the headboard.” He kisses my neck, right above my studded collar.

  I scurry up the gargantuan bed and reach as high as I can, my fingers not quite making it to the top. Kayne crawls up behind me and presses
his hard body flush against mine, pinning me against the vining iron. He loops the cuffs through an opening then secures both of my wrists. If it weren’t for the pillows, I would be dangling by just my arms. Then he fastens the end of my leash to a high curve forcing me to look up. I’m panting now, in yet another unyielding position.

  “Mmmm,” he moans as he takes advantage of my overstretched body. Touching me wherever he wants. Massaging my breasts, my ass, my thighs, my clit, jutting my hips out a little farther after he’s finished copping his feel.

  “Ready?” he growls primitively in my ear and I hear the clink of the other chain. I panic. I don’t want the pain. At least not that much.

  “Kayne, please don’t.” My voice strains from the pool of tears welling in my eyes. “Please don’t hurt me.” I tremble in my restraints as I await the first blow. But nothing comes. Except soft kisses across my skin.

  “Shhhh, Ellie. I’ll never hurt you again.” I feel him fasten the other chain to the back loop of my collar, a second leash. “Unless you make me.” He says it flippantly, but there is still an undercurrent of menace in his voice. A warning. A message: don’t fuck with me.

  He massages me gently, lulling me into submission, then tightens his grip on the chain. The collar strains in two directions and I can no longer move my head.

  “Fuck, you look so hot like this.”

  I whimper as he rubs his cock against me, then lands the first blow. A sharp smack right to my ass cheek that stings like a son of a bitch. My body tenses all over. He hits me again and I grit my teeth, absorbing the pain, unable to move. He rubs my heated skin, tempering the sting.

  He hits the same spot again—the fleshiest part of my buttocks—and I cry out.

  Oh, God what did I ever do to deserve this?

  “You’re doing so good baby,” he coos, licking my neck. “Let’s see if you’re wet.” Kayne slips his finger between my legs and slides it through my folds. “Fuck, Ellie. You’re soaked.” He withdraws his finger and lines the head of his cock right at my entrance. I brace myself, for what I don’t know. Another hit? For him to take me hard and fast, like he usually does?

  He rocks against me, entering me slow and controlled, the movement foreign to me. “God. Ellie you feel so fucking right.” His voice is thick with lust as he pushes himself all the way in. A drawn out moan escapes my lips. He’s so big for my little body. Every time, stretching me wide, and filling me to the point of almost bursting. I’m helpless under his strict command; my wrists tethered over my head, my body dangling, my neck strained. He fucks me leisurely, sliding all the way out, then driving his cock directly back in. I’m losing my mind, the pace is perfect. It’s sending me to another planet. Then he whacks me again and I jolt back to the here and now. My relaxed muscles clench hard causing him to groan.

  “One more baby. Then that will be five. You’ve been such a good little kitten, it spared you from ten.” The last hit is the hardest of all. I scream his name in protest.

  He drops the leash—it smacks my backside—and grips my hips with both hands. Digging his fingers into my flesh, he still continues to move slowly. Like he’s savoring me. He never savors. He always just takes. Takes from my body, takes from my mind. This is different. The way he touches me, the way he moves.

  “You have no idea how much you mean to me, Ellie. How much I want to keep you.” He removes one of his hands and begins to rub my clit, circling it lightly. Mind-bendingly good.

  “Kaaaayne,” I moan, as everything aches; my arms, my ass, my pussy.

  “Do you like that, Ellie?”

  “Yes, Kayne.”

  “Tell me the truth.”

  My brain is on autopilot as he twists all of my senses. “I love it. I don’t ever want you to stop.”

  My orgasm is arresting me, the same way my wrists are tied. It’s coming on strong, full force. But I need more of him to explode.

  “I don’t ever want to stop.”

  “Please, please,” I whimper.

  “Please what?” He presses harder against my clit with his finger.

  “You know.” I’m shaking, unable to push myself over the edge.

  “Say the words,” he demands. “I want you to tell me to fuck you.”

  I’m so desperate to come, I’d say just about anything to him right now.

  “Fuck me, Kayne. Please fuck me, make me come,” I nearly sob.

  “Anything for you.” He sucks on my neck right above my collar as he begins to pound into me, feeding my body exactly what it needs. Exactly want it’s starved for, even though it’s fed every night. My climax pressurizes then explodes, unleashing a hailstorm of ecstasy. I come unashamed, while screaming his name.

  “Fuck, give it to me,” he grinds out, thrusting harder. “Give it all to me. I want every fucking ounce.”

  He wrings me out. My body going slack in my restraints as he ruptures, stilling forcefully, buried deep inside me. He drops his head against my back and breathes heavily, as he recovers from the euphoric high.

  After he comes around, Kayne hoists me up, so I’m straddling his thighs. It takes the pressure off my arms and neck. He massages my shoulders while dusting soft kisses across my fevered skin.

  “You are so sexy. I can’t tear my hands or my lips or my eyes off you. You’re my most prized possession,” he growls in my ear. “I meant it when I said I would kill for you, Ellie. I’d do anything for you.”

  A rash of goose bumps erupts all over my body. I feel safe. I feel wanted. I feel desired. In this new life, my goals and ambitions are vapor. And as much as that saddens me, my existence has morphed into something else entirely. I secretly enjoy the things he says, and the way he makes me feel. I believe him when he tells me I’m important. It gives me a sense of purpose to please another. To please him.

  “Tired baby?” he asks as he continues to rub me down.

  “Yes, Kayne.” I’m physically depleted and emotionally spent. Every interaction with Kayne drains me completely.

  He removes the second chain, unbinds my hands, and hooks my leash back in its usual spot. My arms and back feel stretched, sore. He forces me to lie down on the cool satin, all while watching my naked movements with his mesmerizing eyes. I feel like they’re peeling away every layer of my existence. I want to know what he’s thinking. Why he’s looking at me like this might be last time he ever sees me.

  “Sleep baby.” He kisses my forehead lightly and moves off the bed.

  “Aren’t you staying?” I ask timidly.

  “Not tonight.” He slips on his pants. “A lot of things are going to change very fast. I have to make sure everything is ready.

  “Changes?” I ask, my voice small.

  Kayne chastises me with a harsh facial expression. “Shhhh. No more talking. No questions.” Then his eyes soften as he runs a finger lovingly along my jawline. So mercurial. “Sleep, Ellie.”

  “Yes, Kayne,” I reply forlornly.

  I don’t want him to leave.

  TWELVE HOURS.

  The countdown has begun. Tonight is what I have lived the last six years for. El Rey will be on American soil. He will be in my home. The deal will be made. Shit will implode. My mission will be complete. And I have no idea where it will leave me and Ellie in the aftermath. My stomach actually rolls thinking about what we have coming to an end. Whatever that may be. Having her in my life on a daily basis has made a mundane existence shine with brilliance. She invaded my heart like a sneak attack and now she’s a permanent fixture.

  “Everything is set.” Jett has been rambling for the last half hour and I don’t think I’ve heard one word he’s said. “Kayne.” He snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Are you listening? This is the most important night of our lives. Let’s not fuck it up, okay?”

  I curl my lip at him. If he were anyone else I would snap his skinny ass like the twig he is.

  “Do they hurt?” I ask randomly.

  “Does what hurt?” he asks lost.

  “Your balls. Do th
ey hurt being strangled in those fucking pants all day?”

  “Hate on my style all you want.” He grabs his junk. “My shit shoots just fine.”

  “Good to know. Because if it didn’t I’d have to hire a new trainer.”

  “You won’t need one after tonight.” He smiles coyly.

  I involuntarily grimace. Jett’s eyes soften.

  “Don’t fucking look at me like that,” I snap.

  “Like what?” His eyes widen. Like he doesn’t know.

  “Like you feel sorry for me or something.”

  “False accusation. You’re an asshole scumbag who doesn’t deserve an ounce of pity.”

  Man, ain’t that the truth. I glance at the security feed. The mansion is quiet. No one is around. All the girls are preparing, Ellie is sleeping, and Javier is lurking.

  It’s the calm before the storm.

  “Since we’re on the subject,” Jett probes. “Are you going to be able to handle whatever happens after the shit goes down?”

  Probably not.

  “I’ll have to, won’t I?” I look over at him. He’s dressed in a light blue V-neck shirt and tight white pants. His normal attire.

  “She may forgive you.” Jett slips that in there.

  “Would you forgive me?” I counter.

  “Well, that’s not a fair question, is it? No one knows you better than me. And knowing what I do, I would say hell no. And tell you to fucking die.”

  I glare at him. “Is this supposed to be a pep talk? Because it sucks. “

  “Ellie doesn’t know all your dark corners. She may take pity on you.” He paces in front of my desk. “After a shitload of spoiling and groveling on your part of course. Are you man enough to handle that? You prideful jackass?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. Probably. If it means I get to keep her.” I cross my arms and brood.

  “We both knew this life wasn’t going to last forever.”

  “Yes we did,” I sigh.

  “Maybe she’ll forgive you.” He reiterates.

  “Maybe pigs will fly and your dick will breathe in those pants.”

  “Hater.”