by M. Never
“You don’t owe him jack shit, Ellie,” I snap.
“Kayne. Don’t be ridiculous. He’s my friend.”
“He’s a guy you were fucking,” I snarl.
“Keep your voice down!” she hisses, her stare glacial. “We had a relationship, yes. But that’s over now. I at least have to tell him why.”
“And what exactly are you going to tell him?” I ask warily.
“As much of the truth as possible.”
“Which is?”
“You want me to recite what I’m going to say?” she asks confounded.
“Yes.”
“Fine. I haven’t really thought about it, but it will probably go something like this. I dated this guy. He was a total douchebag. I thought it was over, but apparently it’s not.”
Douchebag?
“Does he know anything about said douchebag?” I ask irritably, my hand twitching. She’s going to get so punished for calling me that.
“No. I never said anything. I never even uttered your name. I was told I could land in jail if anyone found out about you or the operation,” she says bitterly.
As much as it kills me to hear her say that, I’m relieved.
“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go break up with my boy toy.” She starts to storm off and then stops. “Where the fuck am I going?” she huffs annoyed.
“My room is upstairs. Last door on the left.”
She doesn’t even turn to look at me, just stomps away.
Shit.
I walk back into the Toy Box nearly pulling out my hair.
“Trouble in paradise?” Jett asks. I want to punch him in his sarcastic mouth.
“Just a hiccup.” I plop down in one of the black leather rolling chairs.
“Women, like cheap wine, can give you a headache,” Jett offers his two cents.
“They also, like cheap wine, can make you drunk and horny,” Juice adds.
I rub my temples. These two are not helping.
The thought of Ellie even talking to that guy has me wanting to put my fist through a window.
“Relax. Ellie isn’t doing anything to hurt you. If anything, she’s cutting ties so nothing is stopping the two of you from being together. She’s a very well brought up girl. She has morals and family values. You’re going to have to step up your game,” Jett says entertained. He’s eating this up; me and my domestic issues.
I just glare at him. “How would you feel if London was conversing with one of her exes?”
“Me? I’d gut him with a fishhook. But we’re not talking about me.”
“Five minutes in your presence and I’m reminded why I elect to stay single.” Juice laughs, tossing that stupid basketball in the air. I stand up and grab it, then squash it with my bare hands. It screams while it dies. I feel much better.
Juice gasps. “You just killed Wilson. He was my only friend.”
“You need to get out more.” I toss the flat basketball back at him.
He catches it. “I would, but the two of you keep me chained to this desk like a slave.”
I freeze, and Jett blanches. “Don’t ever fucking say that around Ellie,” I bark, about to rip his throat out. “Even if it is a joke.”
“Okay.” Juice puts his hands up. “I think we need to take a step back. Everyone’s tensions are running a little high.”
I take a deep breath. I haven’t kicked the crap out of anything or anyone in nearly two weeks. I thought sex would sate me, but apparently that’s not the case. I need to make someone bleed.
I didn’t realize how difficult it was going to be sharing Ellie with the people in her life. I think I might be totally screwed.
Like I’ve said before, I’ve never really been good at sharing.
“Why don’t you brief us on any updates,” Jett suggests.
Juice shakes his head. “There aren’t any. It’s been nothing but radio silence. We just have to lay low and wait for word.”
Wonderful.
“I’m going to check on Ellie then.” I push out my chair.
“Go smooth things over?” Juice digs.
“Shut up or I’m going to smooth cement over your face while you’re still breathing.”
“So hostile.” He heckles me.
“Isn’t he?” Jett agrees.
“Fuck you both.” I storm out of the room. I need to either fuck, run, or slam the shit out of a punching bag real soon.
I climb the stairs quickly and quietly, silently making my way down the hall. The door to my room is slightly ajar and when I peek in, I see Ellie sitting on the floor, looking out the wall of windows with the phone to her ear.
“The Starbucks on the corner in an hour? . . . Yes, I’ll explain everything. That’s why I want to see you . . . I know, I’m sorry I up and left like that, but I needed to . . . Okay . . . yeah, okay, bye.”
I watch her for several long seconds before I push the door open. “Going somewhere?” My voice vibrates and Ellie jumps.
“Were you listening to my conversation?” she asks annoyed.
“Yes.” I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms.
“That’s rude.”
“I was never taught manners.”
“I find that hard to believe.” She stands up. “You just pick and choose when to use them.”
I try, but fail miserably, to stop an evil smile from spreading across my lips. ”You’re mad at me.”
“You’re acting like a jealous asshole.”
“I am a jealous asshole.” I walk into the room.
“There’s nothing to be jealous of,” she responds steadfastly as she watches me approach her. “You’re the one I want. You’re the one I’m marrying.” She holds up her hand and shows me the ring.
“I know.” I take her hand in mine. “That doesn’t mean I don’t feel threatened. It doesn’t mean I won’t always worry about some guy trying to steal you away. Or you getting tired or frustrated or fed up with me. I told you I wasn’t perfect, that I’d make mistakes. I always knew I’d have to share you at some point, I just wasn’t prepared for it to happen so fast.”
“You don’t have to share me. I’m yours.”
“That’s not true. You have a life and friends and goals and dreams. I have four walls, a dangerous job, and you. That’s it. That’s my entire world. Three entities.”
“What about Jett? He’s part of your life.”
“For how long? He has London. He wants to get out. I can’t lean on him forever.”
“You don’t have to, you have me.” She grabs my shirt and looks up at me.
“Prove that’s true and don’t go. Blow him off.”
She shakes her head. “I have to go. I have to do this. For my peace of mind. I won’t be able to live with the guilt. Michael has been a good friend to me. He was there when I needed someone.”
“I would have been there for you.”
“I know. But I was so mad at you, it wouldn’t have helped.”
“I could always lock you in my room and force you to stay.”
“You could, but I don’t think that would be very healthy for our new relationship, do you?”
“No. But it would be fun.” I slide my hands down her back and grab both of her butt cheeks. “Mine.”
“Yes, yours, and nothing’s going to change that. I’m ruined.”
I snap my head back and look at her. “Ruined?”
“Yes. You ruined me.”
“Ruined you how?” I ask in a panic.
“You ruined me for all other men. So you can scratch someone stealing me away off your list.”
I breathe a sigh of relief. I’ve always worried that Ellie’s time as my captive did ruin her somehow. That I ruined her somehow. But if the worst side effect was ruining her for other men, I can definitely live with that.
“Don’t go,” I press her again.
“I’ll be two blocks away and gone for an hour.”
I bite my tongue and refrain from demanding her to stay. Refrain from
tying her up and gagging her while she’s locked up tight behind closed doors.
“You know I have other ways to persuade you to stay.” I press her up against the window and slip my hand under her dress.
“Yes.” She goes up on her toes as I caress her clit over her soft cotton underwear. “Kayne.”
“What?” I rasp.
“Don’t.” She grabs my wrist.
“Are you saying no to me, Ellie?”
I slide my middle finger under the fabric and straight into her pussy.
“Yes,” she moans, “I’m saying no.”
“You can’t.”
“What?” she gasps as I finger her.
“As long as that necklace is wrapped around your throat, I own you. Wherever, whenever. You’re mine. And I want you right here, right now.”
“No.”
“Are you disobeying me, Ellie?”
“Yes.”
“Do I have to show you what happens to bad kittens who disobey?”
“Yes.” Her eyes smolder with defiance.
“Tell me to stop,” I dare her.
“Stop,” she says sternly.
As soon as the word leaves her lips I pull her across the room and slam her on top of the red wooden dresser.
“Beg me. Beg me to stop.”
She squirms beneath me, trying kick and punch, but I force her legs open and grind my erection right between her thighs. “That’s going to be inside of you in two seconds whether you want it or not,” I snarl in her ear as all the pent-up aggression of the morning brews like a hurricane inside me.
“No!” she screams, but I can smell her arousal like perfume in the air. She wants it.
“Fight me all you want. I’m still going to fuck you.” I wrap one hand around her neck and pin her against the large square mirror behind her. A small, scared whimper escapes from her, doing nothing but urging me on. I swiftly pull down my shorts, springing my throbbing erection free with Ellie still flailing, but her fight is diminishing. She wants me. Wants this. Wants me to take her, possess her, rule over her. I can see the carnal desire flashing in her bright green eyes. With my free hand, I slide her panties over and thrust into her in one rapid blow. She nearly climbs the wall as she cries out.
“I know that’s good, baby. I know you love it.” I push her skirt up and pull the top of her dress down so she’s as exposed as possible. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me fuck you so you never forget who owns this pussy,” I slam into her again, jerking her back, “or this mouth,” I swipe my thumb across her lower lip then place it back over her jugular. “Or this body.” I grab her breast until she moans in pain.
“Watch.” I clasp her neck a little tighter. Gasping, she lowers her eyes as I feed my cock into her starving little cunt, over and over.
“I know you like that. I know you love to watch. I remember how wet it makes you.”
She whimpers as I relentlessly slide in and out of her, making sure she feels the entire length of my erection. From this angle, I can see how much bigger I truly am compared to her. From my height to my muscle mass to the way my cock stretches her to the max. She has to strain just to take me all in.
“Kayne,” she mewls as her pussy tightens, begging for it. I have her exactly where I want her. Legs high and wide, upper body subdued, airway compressed. She’s fundamentally the twisted little sex toy she agreed to be.
Ellie’s breathing quickens and her knuckles turn white from gripping the edge of the dresser as she frenziedly saturates my cock with her arousal.
“Please,” she fights to speak.
“Please what?” I continue my assault on her body, the dresser shaking violently.
“Please may I come?”
“Why the fuck are you asking me? You clearly do whatever you want.”
I thrust into her again, finally shattering her to pieces. She expels a strangled scream as she comes, my cock glistening, greased by her arousal.
“Fuck,” I grind out as my dick swells to the point the buildup is almost unbearable. Right before I blow a load, I lean over and hiss in her ear, “I may not have you locked away, but you’re still my slave, still my possession, and one thing will never change. Everywhere I touch you, inside and out, will always be mine.” I pound into her one last time still clutching her neck and fucking explode, a river of ecstasy flowing over my bones.
The moments after are fuzzy as I float down from the ceiling like a piece of burning ember. I open my eyes to find Ellie limp and wheezing beneath me.
I have no words or explanation for what just happened. So I just haul her up and take her into my arms. Languidly, she hugs me back.
“Ellie?” I whisper worriedly.
“Yup,” she answers drily. “Definitely ruined.”
I actually chuckle and then steal a glance at her face. Her eyes are closed and her cheek is resting on my shoulder.
“You okay?” My heart is beating uncontrollably in my chest from a mix of physical exertion and fear. I’ll never stop worrying that one day I’ll take it too far. Push her over the edge and drive her away.
She nods. “Yes. And I’m still going.”
Now I full-out laugh. “I know.”
“Good. That was fucking amazing,” she says lethargically.
“I was worried I was pushing too hard.”
“No such thing,” she giggles.
“I love you.” I can’t help but say the words.
“I love you, too.” She squeezes me. “Too much for my own good.”
“No such thing,” I repeat.
She nestles herself against me. “I need a shower.”
“Not a chance in hell. You’re going with my scent and sweat and cum inside of you.”
“Fine,” she relents. I really just think she’s too spent to argue. “See, we can compromise.”
“I have a feeling we’re going to be doing a lot of compromising.” I shift so I can look down at her.
Ellie nods eagerly in agreement. “And I can’t wait.”
“You’re a little minx, you know that?” I kiss her nose.
“I’d be boring if I wasn’t.”
“True. I also have a feeling you’re going to make me go prematurely gray.”
“Ooo. I love older men.”
I pick her up and whack her ass as she wraps her legs around my waist. “I’m not that much older.”
“Says you. You’re in your late twenties.”
“Ugh.” I groan as I lay us on the bed and cuddle Ellie in my arms. “I’m going to spank the shit out of you later for saying that. And for calling me a douchebag.”
“I’ll make sure to be extra bad, then,” she purrs.
I have created a monster.
“When I get back, I think we should go shopping online,” she says.
“For what?”
“Ears and a tail.” She looks up at me with just her eyes like she’s a little embarrassed and a lot excited by the idea. “So I can prove to you how much I love you and how much you own me.”
“Fuck, baby, you better be careful about what you say.” I grab my now rapidly growing cock. “There might be round two.”
The picture of Ellie naked, wearing ears, a tail, and a collar has just relaunched my arousal.
“Save it for later.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” I challenge her.
“No, Kayne,” she hums.
“I didn’t think so.” I smack her ass.
ELLIE AND I DON’T GET much downtime. Before I know it, she’s out of bed, fixing her clothes and re-braiding her hair.
“Do you have a toothbrush I can use?” she asks.
“Why? Plan on kissing someone?” I ask petulantly.
“Eventually,” she taunts. I know she’s talking about me, but still, she’s spending the next hour with another man. It’s bothering me. “I’m going out in public. I care about my personal hygiene.”
“Bathroom.” I point behind me to the door.
Ellie skips past me and my annoyanc
e grows. Does she have to be so damn cheerful?
I drag myself out of bed and change my clothes as Ellie attends to her personal hygiene concerns. At least she agreed not to shower. I’ll bathe her later, and spank her, and fuck her, all over again.
I walk out of my closet to find Ellie checking herself in the mirror one last time. I step behind her and put one hand on her hip. In the reflection, we look like any ordinary, run of the mill couple. She, dressed casually in a light-blue sundress and sneakers, me in my favorite pair of worn jeans and black t-shirt. But appearances can be deceiving. I know that better than anyone.
We aren’t ordinary, and we aren’t run of the mill. We’re . . . us. Just like Ellie said. I never thought I’d be part of an us. I now understand why I was so easily provoked. The thought of losing us strangles me with fear.
Ellie and I walk hand in hand down the stairs. I don’t know if it’s my paranoia or my possessive side, but something in me just doesn’t want her to go.
I try to ignore it. I tell myself I’m being overprotective and irrational. Ellie is a big girl, and big girls do what they want. Unfortunately for me.
“Can you give me the key to your apartment? I want to start having some of your things brought over,” I ask her as we reach the last stair.
“Things?”
“Yeah, things. Like clothes and whatever.”
“Am I moving in?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Ellie. You’re my fiancée, and I’m not going to spend another night without you for as long as I live.” I put my hand out for the key.
“Don’t you think you should ask Jett if it’s okay? He lives here, too, right?” She digs through her purse and pulls out a key ring.
I look at her like don’t be ridiculous. “Jett would never say no. He’ll probably want to have a pajama party tonight.”
Ellie laughs. “You mean there’d actually be pajamas?”
“Yes, and I’m sure they’d be highly inappropriate.” Ellie hands me the key. “Is there anything in particular you want?” I place it in my pocket.
“My toothbrush.” She smiles.
“I’ll buy you a case so you never run out.”
“You spoil me.” She lifts onto her toes to kiss me.
“You have no idea.” I back her up against the wall. I really don’t want her to go.
