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

by M Never

  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 table 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?”

  “Yes.” I tremble.

  He slowly sinks his thumb back inside me as his middle finger works its way into my button hole. I tense, remembering how the butt plug felt. Full and intrusive. Kayne’s finger is twice as long.

  “Relax, Ellie.” Kayne tries to pacify me as his finger sinks steadily into my tight little entrance.

  The intrusion bites, but every now and again the pain subsides and I’m shocked with a small amount of pleasure. It takes a few slow minutes, but his entire finger finally makes its way deep inside me.

  I feel so full as Kayne proceeds to simultaneously fuck my pussy and my ass with his thumb and middle finger. His thrusts are relentless. I start to shake as an orgasm builds so hot inside of me, I fear I might turn to ash.

  “Do you like the way I touch you, Ellie?” I want to say no just to be spiteful. But I reply the way I should.

  “Yes, Kayne.”

  “You know I’m going to fuck you here.” He pushes hard into my behind. It hurts; heavenly pleasure mixed with hellish pain.

  “Yes, Kayne.” I’m panting now, my climax is so close.

  “Don’t you dare come.” He works his hand faster, harder. I’m going to crumble.

  “Kayne, please,” I beg.

  “Please, what?”

  “Please.” I can barely say the words.

  “You want to come baby?

  “Yes, please.” I breathe heavily.

  “Say it. Say you want me to fuck you until you come.”

  I swallow hard. I’ve never talked like that before.

  “Say it, Ellie.”

  “I want you to fuck me until I come.” My voice is a whisper.

  “You’ll have to do better than that, kitten.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and frustrated. “You need to learn to control your urges. And you’re going to have to start talking dirty, baby. I like it.” He leans over and sucks my clit. I nearly die.

  “What do you say when I tell you to bend over so I can fuck you?”

  “Yes, Kayne.”

  “Good girl. Turn around and grab your ankles.” I obey his command like the good little pet I agreed to be. I turn, bend, and grab my ankles. My leg muscles scream. Kayne gets up and moves around the room. In this position, I can’t see what he’s doing, leaving me raging with anticipation and an overdose of fear. He could have taken me as soon as I bent over, but instead he’s shuffling around the room. I tremble from the need and the unknown. When Kayne returns he grabs my hips, and grinds his hard-on firmly against me. I moan. So does he. Then he bends and grabs the chain dangling from my collar. He winds it around my right ankle and locks it in place. Holy shit. Then he attaches another chain to my collar, mirroring his actions on the other ankle. I can’t stand up straight. He’s literally restrained me bent over. I start to hyperventilate. “Kayne?”

  “Shush, Ellie. You look fucking amazing like this.” He slaps my ass, and I have no choice but to accept the pain. I’m trapped. I can’t lift my head, and every time I try the chains restrict me. I hear him undo his zipper, and see his trousers drop to the floor. My hearts is fluttering like a bird trapped in a cage. “Relax.” He rubs my backside gently. Then he slaps me again. My whole being tenses.

  “I thought no more punishments.” I grit my teeth.

  “Only if you behave. And spanking isn’t off the table completely.” He hits my bare behind hard again. I clench my teeth. I didn’t realize there was fine print on our agreem
ent. “Mouth closed, legs open.” He rubs the head of his erection against my entrance. “My sexy girl. Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Kayne.”

  “That’s right, baby, all mine. No one else’s.” He slips his cock inside me. Taking my body quickly, inch by combustible inch. In this position he’s able to get deeper than he did last night. He fills and stretches me to my breaking point. “Kayne” I whimper, as he completely controls my body.

  “How do I feel baby?”

  “Big.”

  He laughs. “Any other description you want to use?” He pumps easily, my muscles tightening around him involuntarily. “I think I feel good. You’re squeezing the shit out of me.” He digs his fingers into my hips as he starts to move faster.

  “Fuck you’re so wet, so tight.” I’m completely at Kayne’s mercy, bent over with my black lacy panties around my thighs, my legs spread wide and my collar chained to my ankles. He tied me up like he owns me, because he does.

  He relentlessly slides in and out, hitting my core in the same spot over and over. My orgasm burning brightly within me. “Kayne,” I moan insufferably as our hips clash together.

  “Ask permission.” He slams into me ruthlessly. “Ask me if you can come.”

  Desperate for the release, I do. “Please, can I come!?”

  “I own you, Ellie; don’t forget that.”

  “Yes, Kayne,” I answer willingly, trying to keep my orgasm from ripping me to shreds.

  “Come, baby. Right fucking now.”

  And I do. As soon as permission is granted I let go, becoming nothing but sensation, and Kayne’s living, breathing sex toy. My climax nearly buckles my knees. But Kayne’s tight grip keeps me upright. I suck in air greedily as he pounds away at me, finally finding his own release. He pulls out and ejaculates on my ass, moaning and groaning as he spurts hot come all over my backside. My legs are screaming, my pussy is throbbing, and I’m pretty sure Kayne left fingerprints on my hips.

  “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he sighs, the physical gratification evident in his voice. I guess I should feel flattered, but all I feel like is a dolled-up pretzel, twisted for his pleasure.

  After a minute, I feel him wipe himself off me with the cloth napkin from dinner.

  How chivalrous.

  He then walks around and drops to his knees right in front of me, breathing hard. He lifts my chin with one finger, the chains restricting how far I can look up.

  “You’re fucking incredible.” He’s just full of compliments tonight. “I’m going to keep you forever.” He kisses me chastely. The word forever rocks my existence. I almost burst into tears. Then he unlocks the chains around my ankles. “Go clean up.” I stand up straight, my muscles in agony. I walk into the bathroom and wipe away the arousal dripping down my leg. That’s when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face is red, my hair is a mess, and both chains are still dangling from my collar. I don’t know what to make of myself. Only one word fits. Whore. Kayne’s whore.

  “Ellie,” Kayne summons me.

  Fuck.

  I clean up quickly then hurry back into the bedroom and stand in front of him.

  “Go to bed,” he orders. I crawl onto the mattress. Kayne’s fully dressed and jingling a set of keys in his hand. The keys that can liberate me.

  “How do you feel?” he asks as I kneel in front of him.

  “Tired.”

  “That was only the beginning.”

  I inhale a steadying breath. “Beginning of what?”

  “Your new life.” He removes one of the chains from my collar, and then shackles the remaining one back to the headboard. A puppy played with then put back on her leash. He yanks me toward him and kisses me brutally on the mouth. My lips swell he sucks so hard. “Fucking all mine. Stay kneeling until I leave.”

  I place my hands on my thighs and drop my head. “Such a good girl.” He runs his thumb under my jaw. I grind my teeth. I despise that fucking patronizing tone. Kayne silently exits the room. Once I hear the door click, I collapse onto the comforter an exhausted, misused mess.

  And weep.

  SUNLIGHT FLOODS THE ROOM. I squint as my eyes adjust to the brightness. This time of the morning, when it’s quiet and I’m alone, I pretend my prison is a fairy-tale dream. The room is beautiful, open, and airy. The furniture modern but still feminine and the large white rug blanketing the hardwood floor brings a sense of warmth. A princess residing in her castle in the sky. Then I move and my fairy-tale dream turns into a nightmarish reality. I remember I’m trapped, like Rapunzel, chained to the bed. My energy is drained, my limbs hurt, and I feel empty.

  And everything that happened last night is going to happen all over again. And again, and again.

  I am owned. A pleasure kitten to be touched and prodded and fucked as my owner sees fit. He demonstrated his ownership last night when he chained my collar to my ankles and had his demonic way with me, bent over and helpless. I wish I could get up on my own accord and move around the room. But I’m at the mercy of others, always at the mercy of others in this house. I have a ridiculous fear that one day Jett won’t show up and I’ll be trapped on this bed forever. My fears are put to rest when the door clicks and Jett appears with breakfast.

  “I could have been Kayne,” he reminds me. I didn’t shoot to my knees when the door opened.

  “My legs hurt.” And I don’t care to obey at the moment.

  “That doesn’t matter. If he wants you kneeling when he walks into the room, you kneel. Don’t cross him. He doesn’t like to hurt you.”

  “Could have fooled me,” I say bitterly, rubbing my ass. I still have red marks from when he whipped me.

  “Cranky this morning. Last night wasn’t satisfying?”

  Physically yes. Mentally, no.

  This whole situation is utterly fucked-up. No one deserves to live like this. At the mercy of others. Beaten if they don’t obey. Treated like an object, a pet, a ... slave. I used the word. It’s sickening. I can’t believe it’s become my life.

  “I hate him sometimes,” I confess, as Jett removes my collar.

  “That’s fine, just tell me, not him. Release your aggression when you fuck. It’s one of the few outlets you have.”

  I sigh. Sure, sex is a great stress reducer and anxiety reliever. And sex with Kayne can have your blood pressure skyrocketing one minute, and taking a nosedive the next. That’s how physically demanding he is. But emotionally? It means nothing. It’s empty. I’m empty. When I used to fantasize about Kayne Roberts, his mischievous personality and charismatic smile were always center stage. He was nothing like the tyrant who keeps me captive. Whenever he came into Expo, his demeanor was always professional, but every now and again I would catch a twinkle in his eye or a roguish smirk. I always suspected under that tailored suit was a man with a secret life—someone extreme who liked BASE jumping or race car driving. Never did I surmise his private life entailed an upscale prostitution ring and client list. Or kidnapping and sexual slavery in the first degree.

  “Take a shower. Then we’re going to do some yoga,” Jett says.

  “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly. Kayne complained you’re not limber enough.”

  “What? Does he tell you what we do in here?” I flush crimson.

  “Not graphic details, but I know some things. It’s not much different than when we talk.”

  I think I’m going to die. “It’s completely different!”

  “How so?” Jett questions.

  “It just is!” I spring off the bed and retreat to the bathroom. It’s one thing for me to talk about Kayne with Jett, it’s a whole other thing for Kayne and Jett to talk about me! Images of my panties around my thighs, my collar chained to my ankles, and a gloating Kayne makes me turn beet red. I can feel the heat actually scorching my skin. I wish there was a door to the bathroom, I’d lock myself in.

  I take a quick shower, eat some breakfast, and then am further tortured with downward dog and flying crane. I would never a
dmit this out loud, but I secretly enjoy spending the day with Jett, even if I am naked and mortified half the time. He’s funny, easy to be around, and always tries to cheer me up. On some jacked-up level I see him as a friend.

  I take another shower—because really what else do I have to do? A nice long hot one that helps ease the tension in my muscles. As I wash my hair I wonder ruefully what compromising position Kayne will put me in tonight. I half dread it, half crave it. Two nights together and my body is already calling out to his.

  I dry off, pull my damp hair up into a bun, and walk into my room fully expecting to find clothes laid out for me. Alright, really just a new pair of underwear. But Jett just hooks my collar back on and leads me to the bed.

  “Hang out, sweet thing,” he says as the padlock clicks.

  “Like I have anywhere else to go,” I answer snidely, pulling at the chain.

  Jett just snickers at me and taps me on the nose. “See you in the morning.”

  Then he takes his leave, and I am once again a puppy left waiting to be played with. Night has fallen and moonlight is shining brightly through the large wagon wheel window. My owner is late.

  When I hear the door click, I pop onto my knees. Kayne’s footsteps command the room. “How’s my kitten?” He makes quick work of unlocking my leash from the bed.

  “A downward dog expert,” I reply flatly.

  Kayne pauses. “Excuse me?”

  “Jett made me to do yoga today.”

  Kayne’s lip twitches. “Did he?”

  “Yes, Kayne.”

  “Good girl.” He rubs me under my jaw. He unhooks the chain from the front loop and re-clasps it to the one on the back of my collar. Red flags fly up.

  “Go kneel on the floor. Make sure you face the TV.” I scramble off the bed and into the middle of the room. I fall to my knees, look down, and rest my hands on my thighs. I’m breathing heavily, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. I hear him shed his clothes then click on the television. The familiar sounds of sex fill the room. Only one thing plays on that flat screen—porn.

  “Fours, Ellie.” I feel him yank on the chain. I lean forward on my hands and knees as Kayne straddles me, the leash pulled so tight in his hand that the collar is forcing me to look up. On the television, two people are heavily engaged in intercourse. A man and a woman going at it on a white leather couch. The camera is at the perfect angle displaying every thrust of the man’s large cock into the woman’s bare pink pussy. My heartbeat quickens and my core throbs the longer I’m subjected to the erotic display. I’ve never watched porn before and its effects are startling.