Owned

by M. Never

  “Yes, Kayne.” It’s a desperate plea.

  That’s all I have to hear.

  I drag my multihued kitten off the dance floor and through the first door I see, making sure to lock it behind us. We’re in one of the mansion’s zillion bathrooms. I think this is the first time I’ve ever been in this one. It’s decorated in several different shades of blue.

  “Bend over,” I order.

  Without delay she braces herself on the speckled cobalt vanity right between the double sinks. My cock throbs. There’s nothing more tantalizing than Ellie wide open and prime for the taking. I lift the long sheer material of her lingerie up her back and then glance at her in the mirror. There’s paint all over her face and in her hair, across her chest and down her stomach. It looks like we’ve been rolling around in colorful mud. I grind my erection against her ass and she lets out an injured moan.

  “Need me baby?” I taunt her.

  “Yes,” she heaves.

  I slowly unbuckle my belt and unzip my fly, all the while watching Ellie watch me. She looks like a starved animal, and the son of a bitch in me loves it.

  I press the head of my cock against her entrance and she juts her hips back begging for it. “Stay,” I order, and she stops moving.

  I reach over her shoulder and grab the thin chain attached to the clamp, drawing it behind her. Then I tie it to the loop on the back of her collar, making sure there’s no slack. She’s breathing savagely with wild eyes.

  This is going to be intense.

  I lace my hands behind my head and stand steadily with my legs spread apart. Ellie watching me idly through the mirror.

  “Go on, kitten. Move. Take your pleasure. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

  She stares at me silently. I’ve never given her control before and by the look on her face, she has no idea what to do with it.

  “Fuck me, Ellie.” I nudge my hips infinitesimally.

  She trembles, steeling herself on her hands. And after an elongated beat, she impales herself onto my cock and cries out, her head snapping back as her body ingests all of me. She’s soaking wet and fucking on fire.

  I watch, entrapped, as she begins moving urgently, pumping her pussy hard against me. I don’t budge, even though the need to grab her hips and pound into her is suffocating me. She doesn’t last long, a few heated seconds, before the orgasm eating her alive grabs hold. Ellie claws at the blue granite as she screams through her soul-sucking climax, the physical exertion visible on her pretty face as she saturates me with her arousal. My little kitten, in the throes of ecstasy― nothing is more powerful or stimulating.

  My cock twitches and my heart hammers as the urge to fuck her senseless takes over.

  She collapses forward after the tremors pass. Damn, that clamp is no joke.

  I lean over her and kiss her behind the ear.

  “My turn.”

  “Kayne,” she cries, with her cheek pressed against the cool stone. Soft sobs wracking her body. “Cupcake.”

  Instantly, everything inside me feels like it’s freefalling. All at once I withdraw from Ellie, spin her around, and plop her on the counter in front of me. I wrap her legs around my waist and slide back into her delicately. She shudders. She’s still sensitive and hot as a fever.

  “What happened, Ellie?” I hold her face in my hands, dropping soft kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, anywhere and everywhere I can get my lips. She looks up at me with a harrowing expression.

  “I just need to touch you.” The anguish in her voice rocks me. It’s the first time she’s ever invoked cupcake, and I know exactly what she needs.

  Me.

  A connection.

  Sometimes I forget Ellie isn’t accustomed to this life. She endures everything I throw at her, no matter how taxing. Her strength seduces me, constantly spurring me to push both our limits.

  I rip my shirt open, sending the buttons flying everywhere. She places her hands on my chest, her right one landing directly on top of the intricate compass tattooed on my pec. She explores my body, touching my face, my arms, and my stomach all while I’m nestled snugly inside of her.

  “I’m yours, Ellie. Every single inch.” I want to assure her. I want her to know she can have me if she wants.

  She eyes my torso, brushing her fingertips over words inscribed on my ribs. It takes a certain kind of darkness for the stars to shine.

  “What does it mean?” she asks.

  I swipe my thumb across her cheek. “It’s a reminder that sometimes you have to do bad things for good reasons.”

  Ellie creases her brow as I feather soft kisses against her lips. “I hope one day you’ll be able to understand.”

  “Understand what?” she asks a little dazed.

  “Me.” I shift inside her and she sucks in a sharp breath.

  “Take it off,” she pleads, rocking her hips. I instantly remove the clamp and she winces, breathing through the pain as blood rushes to her clit.

  “Better?”

  “Yes.” She looks worn out, but the lust in her eyes is evident. She’s not sated yet.

  “What do you need?” I ask, dotting kisses on her lips.

  “You.” She tightens her legs and wraps her arms around my neck.

  I’m hers for the taking, the devouring, the destroying.

  I lean forward, with Ellie latched onto me for dear life, and brace myself with one hand on the countertop, aligning us at the perfect angle. I thrust slowly, in and out, savoring her soft sighs and indulging in her pleasured moans. God, she feels good. Tight, wet, warm, euphoric.

  “You’re perfect.” I punch deep inside her. “Perfectly made, just for me.”

  She groans, sliding her hands into my hair. Her muscles contracting, squeezing me tight, driving the orgasm I’m fighting to control right up the fucking wall.

  “Make me forget,” she pleads, undulating against me. “Make me forget everything but you.”

  I grab her ass and slam into her. What my kitten wants, she gets.

  “Oh, God yes!” She lifts her legs higher, giving me deeper access. I slam into her again, and again and again until she’s flooding with desire.

  “More,” she demands, so more I give. Striking my hips over and over, our skin slapping together as her starving little pussy eats up every inch of my cock it can.

  Wet, hot, branding arousal, that’s what she damns me with. Because I know no one will ever make me feel the things she does. No one will ever wield my emotions or satisfy the beast that hungers only for her. I need to keep her.

  The relentless pounding and asphyxiating contractions of Ellie’s core causes my orgasm to spark at my tailbone. There’s no controlling it as it ignites up my spine.

  “I’m going to fucking come,” I warn her.

  “So am I!” she cries out, a rush of warm heat drenching my cock, spurring my orgasm to catch fire all over my body. We freefall together. A symphony of untamed, feral sounds echo around the room, bounce off the walls, and ricochet straight through my soul.

  Holy fuck.

  Did she feel it? Our connection, our link. You’re mine.

  With ragged breaths I open my eyes and hold her tight. “Will you stay with me, Ellie?” I ask in desperation. “Would you wear my collar not because I forced you to, but because you wanted to?”

  She pops her eyes open, her gaze the darkest I have ever seen, like I’m staring straight into an evergreen forest.

  She searches my face with confliction on her own. I never find out her answer because someone starts pounding on the door.

  “Fuck off!” I snarl, still staring right at Ellie. I need to know, will you stay?

  “Amigo,” Javier’s voice penetrates through the door like a buzz-saw. Ellie stiffens in my arms.

  “You’re safe,” I whisper.

  She nods silently, with wide frightened eyes.

  “Que?” I answer.

  “Your presence is requested.” I don’t like his slimy tone one bit.

  Fucker.


  “Coming,” I snap, withdrawing from Ellie, beyond irritated. I was hoping to still be in the bathroom when the shit went down. I glance at my watch, ten after eleven.

  We put ourselves back together in a hurry. We’re still covered in color and now smell like sex. The scent I’ve come to live for.

  I grab Ellie’s leash once she’s done cleaning herself up, kiss her on the lips, and then wind the chain around my hand. “Behave. I’m right here; I won’t let anything happen to you.” I kiss her again. I never want to stop.

  “Amigo!” Javier pounds on the door wildly. Yup. Definitely cutting off that motherfucker’s hands.

  “Fuck you!” I bark, and then look over my shoulder at Ellie. “It will be over very soon.” I try to reassure her as I grab the door knob and turn.

  She nods, panicked and confused. I think her ability to speak is gone.

  I swing open the door to Javier, two of his thugs, and three semi-automatic weapons pointed right at me.

  “That was quite an earful,” Javier says lewdly with that evil smirk.

  “WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” I spit.

  “Armed escort. Move.” Javier motions with the pistol in his hand.

  With no other option at the moment, I do as he says; walking down the hall surrounded by muscle and machine guns. I keep Ellie close. This shit isn’t good.

  We’re forced into my study at the front of the house. It’s away from the party and very secluded.

  “I think El Rey would have something to say about you treating your host like his.” I sneer.

  “I’m sure he will.” Javier smiles brightly. A moment later The King is strong-armed into the room at gunpoint.

  Definitely not good.

  “What’s the meaning of this?!?” he demands outraged, looking between me and Javier.

  “Hostile takeover.” Javier lifts his gun and shoots El Rey right in the head. Ellie screams as The King’s body falls to the floor and bleeds out all over the hardwood. I stare Javier down as Ellie quickly crumbles.

  “Shut your bitch up!” He motions with the gun. “I’d shoot her too, but I have plans for you both.”

  I try to calm a trembling, pleading Ellie down, but she’s in shock. It’s no wonder, she’s been traumatized over and over ever since she stepped foot in this house.

  “Shhhh. Ellie. Calm.” I yank on her chain, trying to command her. I’d rather wrap her in my arms and console her, but the moment calls for dictative actions. She looks at me with the most distressed eyes I have ever seen on a living human being.

  “Kneel,” I order, my voice firm, cold, and calculating. Nothing like the man she was with moments ago. I’d much rather be that man, but he has flaws and feelings. And those two things can get you killed.

  “Do it,” I hiss through my teeth and spank her so hard my hand stings. She drops to my feet so fast her knees slam against the floor.

  If we survive this, the penance I will pay.

  “I’ll teach her better.” Javier snatches her leash out of my hand and drags her across the room. I bolt forward but am met with several guns shoved into my chest.

  “Not yours anymore,” he heckles with a grip so tight on Ellie’s collar he’s restricting her airway. She’s gasping and clawing at the leather begging for oxygen.

  I’m quaking with rage from the inside out. I am going to kill him. Fuck cutting off his hands, I’m just going to put my fist through his chest and rip out his heart. I watch helplessly as he ties the leash to a thick gold sconce high on the wall.

  “Kneel,” he orders her.

  Ellie doesn’t move quickly enough and he shoves her down, the collar nearly hanging her. “Move and I’ll rape you in front of everyone with that letter opener on the desk.” My steel-plated letter opener that looks like a mini sword. Ellie kneels with barely enough chain to reach the ground. That cocksucker has turned her collar into a noose. She stares at me with pleading eyes as she slowly starts to suffocate.

  I weigh my options. There aren’t many. I have no gun, I’m outnumbered, and I don’t want to go all Rambo and end up getting her killed.

  As I formulate a strategy, Javier drops another bomb. He pulls something out of his pocket and throws it at my feet.

  “Recognize that?”

  I stare down, studying the scrap of something on the floor. I nudge it with my toe and then realize what it is. My head snaps up. “Where is he?”

  “Gone,” Javier sings. Terrorizing me.

  All rational thought evaporates. That scrap on the floor in front of me is skin. Jett’s nautical star tattooed on his left arm, Javier sliced it off. In a moment of unbridled rage, I go after him.

  He lifts his gun without hesitation and shoots me in the shoulder; pain rings through my whole body as I grab my arm and fall to my knees. Son of a bitch.

  Javier stands over me and presses the barrel of the gun to my forehead.

  “What’s yours is now mine, amigo.”

  He presses harder and I steady myself with my heartbeat echoing in my ears and my blood whooshing through my veins like white water rapids. I glance at Ellie fighting for her life and fearing for mine. Then I look at the clock on the wall and erupt in a fit of laughter.

  Javier looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.

  Eleven thirty-seven.

  “Jett’s death won’t be in vain.” I glare at him manically. “BANG.”

  Moments later, a dozen men dressed in black and armed for war flood the room. They break through the bay windows and kick down the door. When shots ring out, I hurl myself at Ellie, shielding her with my body. I yank on the chain, pulling the sconce right out of the wall. The gunfire lasts only a few seconds, but I’m sure it feels like years to her.

  When the commotion ceases, I lift my head with Ellie trembling uncontrollably in my arms.

  “It’s okay. It’s over now.” I smooth her hair and kiss her head repeatedly while she latches onto me like it’s the end of the world.

  I’m sure for her it is.

  I glance around. Javier, El Rey, and all their thugs lay dead on the floor. The room is destroyed, bullet holes in all my books, the walls, and my desk. The cherry wood looks like it’s been chewed on by wild animals.

  “Can you stand?” I ask Ellie delicately.

  She looks up at me, drained of life.

  I lift her to her feet and secure her in my arms. I’m never letting go. “It’s okay. It’s over. It’s all over.”

  “Agent Rivers.”

  I stand at attention at the call of my name. “Commander.”

  Ellie looks at me funny. Yeah, kitten, we have a lot to talk about.

  “You alright?”

  I nod. “Affirmative, sir.”

  “Nice work.” He puts his hand out. Commander Adams is the A-typical Army commando. Short buzz cut, thick mustache, and no nonsense. He’s one of the best people I know. Next to Jett.

  My heart sinks. I hug Ellie tighter with the arm I still have around her. She’s the only thing grounding me at the moment. The only thing holding me together. I try not to think of Jett and the terrible end he faced. Images upon horrific images infiltrate my mind.

  “Thank you, sir.” My response is strained.

  “Debrief at 0800. The house will be wiped.”

  “Sir,” I answer mechanically.

  Ellie watches our exchange. I know she thinks she’s in the twilight zone.

  One of the Special Forces soldiers wraps her in a blanket as I converse with Commander Adams. Then he tries to remove her collar. I want to growl, but I don’t. Mine. When he finds he can’t because of the padlock, he disappears. Good riddance.

  “Get that wound taken care of, Rivers. See you in the AM.”

  I nod compliantly.

  “Sir?”

  “Yes, Solider?”

  “Did the team I requested deploy?”

  “An hour ago.”

  I nod again. I sent a fleet to diffuse and disband Javier’s slave operation. The team was instructed
to evacuate the estate and then burn the house to the ground. I vowed I wouldn’t let that girl’s death be in vain and I always stand by my word. Now I’m freeing them all.

  Commander Adams gives Ellie a once-over, then cocks an eyebrow at me. He leaves without another word after that. Ask me no questions, and I’ll tell you no lies. That’s how this operation works. Execute the mission. End of story.

  “Please tell me what’s going on before I fall to pieces.” Ellie finally speaks once we’re alone.

  “I’ll tell you everything, but I want to get you out of here first.” I put my arm around her to lead her out of the room, but she backs away.

  “No, Kayne, now. Here. Tell me.” There are so many emotions laced in her voice. She’s scared, confused, upset, and rightfully so. I’ve kept her captive for a month, told her nothing about anything, and then just dropped it all in her lap.

  A room full of dead people is not exactly where I wanted to have this conversation, but Ellie seems adamant and my time as her proprietor is over. I owe her answers, and it’s time to fess up. Heaven help me.

  “What’s going on is it’s over. Everything.”

  “What’s over?”

  “My mission.”

  “Mission?” she repeats, trying to understand.

  “Ellie.” I drop my forehead to hers. Where do I start? I guess from the beginning. “I spent my entire life in and out of foster homes, and to say my upbringing was rough is putting it mildly. When I was eighteen, I joined the Army. It was either enlist or live on the street.” Ellie frowns, her eyes compassionate but hard at the same time. “I scored particularly high on certain parts of the aptitude test and was recruited for a pilot program called Black Dawn. It’s where I met Jett.”

  “Jett was in the Army?” Ellie interrupts.

  “Hard to picture, I know.” My lip quirks solemnly. Every inch of me hurts, inside and out. And the mere mention of Jett’s name magnifies the pain twenty-fold.

  “Mutual friends,” she muses.

  “Excuse me?” I question trying to understand her statement.

  Ellie’s eyes water. “He said the two of you met through mutual friends. I understand now. Sorry, go on.” She wipes a stray tear away from her cheek. I want to lick it off of her finger, but I don’t. Instead I continue.