by M. Never
“I had no idea you fantasized about me at all.” I dart my tongue out to touch his.
“Every time I walked into Expo and sat down for a meeting, I was half listening to Mark, half imagining you kneeling at my feet.” He grabs hold of my hair a little harder, taking control of my head. “Imagining you spreading your legs for me and letting me lick you senseless, then driving myself so deep inside you, we’d both forget we were ever two separate people.” I moan as he bites my neck and grabs my ass.
“I would have let you.” I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin in response to the grip he has on my hair.
“Ellie?” Kayne rasps. Sliding his hand along my side. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes, Kayne,” I respond robotically. He spanks my ass lightly. I jolt. Even the littlest bit of pain feels volcanic.
“I said don’t be a wise ass.”
“I wasn’t being a wise ass, I was answering you like you expect me to.”
“Not right now. Right now I’m invoking Cupcake.”
I crack a smile. “What do you want to know?”
He swipes his thumb across my cheek and I can’t help but turn into his touch. “Do you think if the circumstances were different? If we did things the normal way, you could have accepted who I am? My way of life?”
I contemplate his question while searching his eyes. Why does he want to know? What does it matter?
“I’m not sure. What aspects are you talking about?”
Surely not the kidnapping.
“My domineering side. You would have never known about my ‘other’ business.”
I ponder his question some more then shrug. “I don’t know how you build a relationship on lies. But you never gave me a chance to find out on my own, so I guess we’ll never know.” It’s an honest answer. He nods, with a small frown.
“How did you end up like this? End up here?” I ask curiously. I have so many questions. There are so many things I want to know. Kayne rolls on top of me, my body crying out from his weight. He rubs his nose softly against mine, as if conflicted. “That story is for another time. Another lifetime. But I promise one day I’ll tell you.”
“Why can’t you tell me now?”
He shakes his head. “Now’s not the time.”
“When will be the time?” I question him.
“I’m not sure exactly. But soon. Just try to keep an open mind, and remember things aren’t always as they appear. It’s all I can say about it.”
If I wasn’t so emotionally exhausted and physically drained, I’d try to coerce more information out of him. I like him like this, open and affectionate. I like the Dom too. I’m beginning to realize I’m fond of all of Kayne’s sides, which I know is a dangerous thing. He kidnapped me; he keeps me on a leash and collared like a puppy. I’m his to control and more and more, I’m acclimating to this lifestyle.
“Okay,” I acquiesce.
“Good. Can you get up and take a shower?”
“Jett usually puts me in the bath after one of your punishings.”
Kayne shoots me a twisted look. “One of my punishings? Is that how you see sex with me?”
“Sometimes.” I shrug demurely.
All the time.
Kayne smiles boldly. “Good. Because no one will ever give it to you as good as me.”
On some deep elemental level, I know it’s the truth.
Kayne gets up and walks into the bathroom butt naked, and I hear him run the tub. A few minutes later the smell of eucalyptus drifts into the bedroom.
He comes back once the water stops running.
“Can you get up?” He holds out a hand.
I sit up, and every fiber of my being protests, especially the ones between my knees.
Kayne must see the agony on my face, because he scoops me up without a word and carries me into the bathroom. He steps into the tub and submerges both of us into the steaming hot water.
“Ah.” It feels like I’m being pelted with stones as the water works to relax my exploited muscles. Kayne leans me against his chest, wrapping me up in his strong arms. I liquefy.
“Who do you belong to, Ellie?” He kisses my temple, the two of us immersed in overflowing bubbles.
“You, Kayne.”
ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT is Ellie’s ass.
And how she felt in my arms this morning. I pick at my bottom lip mindlessly as I fantasize about her. Her toned body, her sultry green eyes, her sexy smirk, her wet fucking ...
“Kayne.” Jett waves his hand in front of my face. “Hello, Kayne. Can you please stop daydreaming?”
I’m trying, but Ellie seems to be all I can think about. She’s invaded my life like a force I never saw coming. I want to keep her more than anything. But after all this? After everything I’ve put her through? A life without her is a fate worse than death. Which is a strong possibility, too, if everything gets fucked up.
“Javier is up to something. We should have heard from El Rey by now. There should be meetings set up. A drop point. Accounts established. None of that has happened. It’s been a month.” Jett paces in front of my desk.
“It hasn’t gone unnoticed,” I inform him.
El Rey, The King, is one of largest drug kingpins in the world. He is notorious for being a ghost and responsible for over fifty percent of the cocaine and heroin smuggled into the US. Javier is his right-hand man and our only line to meeting him face to face.
“Well what the fuck should we do? Endeavor is breathing down my neck. They know El Rey is within reach.”
“Tell Endeavor to cool their jets. There’s nothing we can do but wait. If we make the wrong move our cover will be blown and years of hard work will be worth shit.” Jett huffs. He knows I’m right. Situations like these are dangerous and deadly and need to be handled with delicate care.
“How is Spice?” I ask.
“Healing.” Jett clenches his fist. He takes looking after the women in the house as a serious task. He dotes over them like prize-winning orchids. They provide an invaluable service of their own free will. They are rare, exquisite creatures, according to him, and seeing one of them hurt nearly sent him on a murderous rampage. Javier seems to have that effect on people.
Jett may look more like a laidback surfer than cold-blooded killer, but he has a dark side just like the rest of us. He wanted to kill Javier. Like, take a rusty kitchen knife and slit his throat. I would have held the spineless worm down while he did it, but we need the Mexican motherfucker alive. “She’s recuperating, but she still wants to go.”
I groan, annoyed. The girls who work for me come from all walks of life. Some are ex-prostitutes from the slums of the streets looking for a safe environment. Some are from upper class communities, looking to fulfill the piece of them that’s missing. Sex fiends with insatiable appetites. No matter where they come from, they’re treated all the same. Trained and educated in all sexual aspects to provide my clientele the erotic experience they pay top dollar for.
I don’t want to see her go, but I won’t force her to stay.
“If she leaves, make sure she’s compensated accordingly,” I tell him, rocking back in my black leather office chair.
Jett nods with a frown. He doesn’t want her to go either.
“I’ll have a word with Javier. See if I can grease the wheels.” I crack my knuckles irked.
“I think that’s smart.” He glances at his watch. “I need to check on Ellie.”
“Dress her. I want to take her for a walk,” I tell him pointedly.
Jett just stares, those fucking aqua eyes probing me.
“What?” I insist.
“You know you can’t keep her,” he reminds me.
I growl at him. She’s mine.
“What’s going to happen when she finds out the truth?” He treads lightly.
My world will end.
“It will be over.” I shrug, trying to play off the inevitable apocalypse.
“Are you going t
o be able to live with that?” he asks delicately.
“I’ll have no other choice,” I respond indifferently, while my heart secretly granulates in my chest.
If I’m even alive at all.
I FIND JAVIER EATING IN the grand dining room. Its walls are a light yellow, with an extravagant baroque mural on the recessed ceiling overhead.
“Kayne.” He smiles smugly with a mouth full of food.
I sit across the expansive mahogany table from him. I keep my expression cool and my demeanor even colder.
“Javier.” I address him.
“Are you here to share a meal with me?” he asks with his thick accent.
“No.”
“A woman then?”
“Definitely not,” I scowl.
“Then what can I do for you, amigo?”
“You can tell me what the fuck is going on. You have been under my roof for a month. Eaten my food and fucked my women. But made no mention of El Rey.”
“That’s not a very nice tone for a house guest.” He fiddles with the silver knife in his left hand. I track his every movement.
“Have you ever heard the expression constant company is never welcome?” I ask short tempered.
“No. In Mexico, it’s mi casa es su casa.”
I glare at the complacent bastard.
Six months ago an associate of mine contacted me. A real stand up hell of a guy. He informed me El Rey had caught wind of my tequila empire. He looked into me and liked what he found. An American who exports alcohol out of Mexico and runs an elite brothel. My less than perfect morals intrigued him. He saw an opportunity to do business with me, because what goes better with drugs than alcohol? It’s as natural as peanut butter and jelly. That’s when I first met Javier. We exchanged correspondences, and as El Rey’s right hand, he was responsible for informing me of The King’s interests and coordinating the details. They wanted to utilize my exportation of tequila to move drugs into the US. I have plenty of customs agents in my pocket, which El Rey was already aware of. He definitely does his homework. He wouldn’t be the man he is if he didn’t. Yes couldn’t come out of my mouth fast enough.
Three months ago I was invited to Mexico for a sit down with Javier. Me, being an American, had both El Rey and Javier taking extra precautions. You never know who you’re dealing with in this business. Friend or foe, ally or enemy. Law enforcement or not. Javier flew me down in a private jet, and then had me amicably escorted by gunpoint to his home. It was the most terrifying car ride of my life. Once there, I realized the true depth of evil I was dealing with. Besides being a main player for one of Mexico’s largest drug cartels, he was also a slave trader. He had dozens of girls broken beyond repair. They crawled around his house on all fours like cats and were never permitted to stand. Naked and starved, some were so thin you could see their spine and ribcage. He kept them in tiny metal crates so small they were forced to crouch in a ball. And every night he tortured one of them. For the three days I was there, I heard their screams. And there wasn’t one fucking thing I could do about it. I had a mission. That was my focus, as unbearable as it was. The last night the wails were the worst. They were bloodcurdling, echoing through the entire house. The disturbing shrieks still haunt me. I don’t think they’ll ever stop. I nearly cracked, damning it all to hell. My hero complex flared, but just as I got out of bed to end the madness, the screams stopped. Sometime later I heard digging in the backyard. I peeked out the window to see one of Javier’s thugs kicking a body into a shallow grave under the moonlight. He killed her. While I was in his fucking house. No shame, no concern.
I nearly puked at the sight of her bloodied, abused state. After that night, I swore that girl’s death wouldn’t be in vain. I would destroy Javier, El Rey, and anyone else associated with them.
That time is coming soon. I’m walking a tightrope that keeps getting narrower and narrower, and I just have to keep my balance for a little while longer.
That’s why I took Ellie. I knew what Javier was capable of. I flashed back to that moment and saw her lifeless form the moment he said he wanted her.
And as I’ve said before, like fucking hell I was going to let that happen. If anyone was going to torture her, it was going to be me. So I took her before he had the chance to pursue her. And he would have. Once Javier wants something, he doesn’t stop until he gets it.
“What the fuck is going on, Javier? Has there been any word from El Rey? Is he interested or not? I don’t have the time or patience to fuck around. I gave him my price and my conditions. They are more than reasonable.”
“Yes, he’s agreed.” He wipes his mouth with the white cloth napkin, and then tosses it on the table. A stupid smile on his face. This prick is always smiling. I wish I knew what was so fucking amusing.
“So what’s the hold up?”
“How’s your whore, Kayne? Does she miss me?” he diverts.
“She’s got nothing to fucking do with this conversation.”
“I hear the two of you, you know. I listen at the door while you make her scream. She’s very impressive.” My blood boils in my veins. That motherfucker is never getting near Ellie again. “What if I wanted her to be part of the deal?” he asks darkly.
“I’d tell you to fuck off,” I snarl.
“You’d pass on millions of dollars because of some whore?” He raises his eyebrows intrigued.
“She’s mine. I’m prideful, what can I say.” I keep my voice firm, desperately suppressing the dread clawing up my throat.
“I’d love to dip my dick and see what’s makes her so special.” He licks his lips. I want to pull his tongue right out of his mouth and wrap it around his head.
“She a delicacy you’ll never indulge in.” I glare.
“Again,” he taunts me.
“Ever. Again,” I threaten. “Talk to your boss. Make the deal. I have everything prepared. If he’s not interested, get the fuck out. I don’t need his money or your aggravation. I do just fine by myself.” I stand up, sending the chair screeching across the hardwood floor.
“Arrogante Americano,” Javier spats.
Arrogant American.
“Maybe so, but The King came to me, remember?”
“I didn’t forget,” he sneers.
“Tiene cuartena y ocho horas,” I order directly.
You have forty-eight hours.
Then I stalk out of the room and up the staircase with my heart ricocheting all around my chest. By the time I make it to Ellie’s door, I’m a shitstorm of rage, lust, anger, and wrath. I need to bury myself as deep as I can inside of her while she’s chained to the bed and fuck her until my murderous thoughts eradicate. She’s quickly become the solace in my tumultuous life. With her, I’m the best part of all my sides. All my faces. With her they blend into one cohesive man. She’s the glue.
I press my thumb to the fingerprint recognition screen. I had a state-of-the-art lock installed the morning after Javier assaulted her. No way was I going to allow that cocksucker a second chance at picking the lock. He’ll have to slice off my fucking fingers before he gets in her room again. I open the door and find Ellie exactly where she should be. Kneeling on the bed, mostly naked, with her tag dangling from her collar. My dick swells to almost painful. She’s so beautiful, so perfect. All mine. I don’t say a word as I stomp over to her.
I push her onto her back, possess her mouth, and drag her legs apart. I grind the missile my cock has become against her, and she moans. But it’s not in pleasure, it’s an anguished sound. She’s in pain, and it’s because of me. It’s all because of me. She would never be in this dangerous predicament if it wasn’t for me. It takes everything I have to beat back the beast and pull my lips away from hers. They’re swollen and red from my forceful kiss. She’s looking up at me curiously. Always curious, always lively, always playful. That’s Ellie. Intense and bewitching. I’ve been drawn to her since the moment we met. Somewhere deep down I have always felt something proprietary when it came to her.
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bsp; I run my fingers along her face, soaking in her beauty. Her acute green eyes rimmed in black, her high cheek bones dusted in pink, her full mouth stained a dark blush.
“I would kill for you.” I speak the words that can never be taken back. I speak the truth.
She sucks in a breath, her breasts swell, and her eyes widen. I kiss her again, darting my tongue between her lips. I don’t want a response. I just want her to know in a roundabout way how I feel.
After a few minutes of indulging myself in Ellie’s mouth, I pull away.
“Are you ready for your walk?” I skim her neck with my teeth softly, wanting nothing more than to rip her panties off and live inside her.
“Are you?” she pants.
“Wrong answer, Ellie.” I tweak her nipple, and she jolts.
“Yes, Kayne,” she corrects herself immediately.
“Good girl.”
I reluctantly remove myself from her and my cock curses me. But she’s already in pain, and I’m not in the mood to punish her body more than I already have.
I unlock her chain from the headboard and urge her up. Once on her feet, I begin to lead her out of the room, but her leash jerks in my hand. I turn to find her standing there, gazing up at me through her lashes.
“Come on, kitten.” I jingle her leash.
She takes two steps forward then drops to her knees.
She looks up at me with her hands on her thighs and lust in her eyes. She’s asking something. Permission?
I pet her head. “Is there something you’d like, Ellie?
“Yes, Kayne.” She licks her bottom lip seductively. My already throbbing cock is now kicking. My little kitten wants to play.
“Go ahead then.” I press my pelvis forward.
She lifts her hands to my belt and unbuckles it. She then unclasps the waist of my slacks and lowers my zipper. She hooks her fingers into my underwear and drags both my boxer briefs and pants down, springing me free directly in front of her face. Does she know how much I need this? Need her?
