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  My dick hardens to almost painful and my insides feel like they’re going to overheat. I urge Ellie off the bed and walk her over to Sugar who’s standing submissively in the middle of the room. I hook the end of Ellie’s chain to Sugar’s collar so the two are linked. Arousing does not begin to describe the sight of two collared women linked together for the sole purpose of pleasing you.

  “Ellie, Sugar belongs to you tonight. You can touch her, lick her, suck her anywhere you want. Anywhere I tell you to.”

  “Yes, Kayne,” Ellie answers, breathing erratically; Sugar is cool as a cucumber.

  I step back and take a seat in the chair at the table under the wagon wheel window. Then I pull my shirt off. It’s fucking stifling in here.

  I stare at the girls momentarily then speak.

  “Ellie, touch her.” I don’t want to waste a moment. I’m about to burst.

  Ellie tentatively reaches up with a shaky hand. Is it wrong her inexperience is turning me on even further?

  Ellie runs her hand down Sugar’s arm, as if saying hello. Not good enough.

  “Ellie, touch her breasts.”

  Ellie slowly puts her hand on Sugar’s left breast and fondles her. My desire spins like a high-speed cylinder.

  “Both breasts,” I insist. “Tease her nipples, make them hard.”

  Ellie lifts her other hand, squeezing and kneading both of Sugar’s breasts. Rolling her nipples between her thumb and index finger, the exact same way I do to her. My fucking cock has a heartbeat, as I watch my little pleasure kitten feel up another woman. The two girls are a stark contrast. Sugar is tall, red-headed, and buxom, while Ellie is petite in every sense of the word. Salivating for more, I order Ellie, “Suck her tits.”

  Ellie hesitates.

  “Don’t make me wait.” My tone is authoritative as I bore my lust-filled gaze into her.

  Ellie leans in and takes one of Sugar’s nipples into her mouth. I nearly combust on the chair. I watch as she swirls her tongue and sucks Sugar with more force than I was expecting. Sugar moans. Still standing with her arms by her side and head lowered, her thick red hair dangling over her face.

  “Touch her back, Sugar.”

  Sugar lifts her hands without delay, sliding her fingers into Ellie’s hair as she laves her with her tongue. I unzip my pants and stroke my cock. It can’t be ignored any longer as the two women touch each other under my strict advisement. Sugar takes the reins, pulling Ellie’s mouth to hers, kissing her softly at first, and then darting her tongue between her lips. They both brush and caress and fondle each other as they become more comfortable.

  “Ellie, how does Sugar feel?”

  “Soft,” she responds between kisses.

  “How does she taste?”

  “Sweet.”

  “How does she smell?”

  “Sexy.”

  I have come to learn Ellie likes monosyllables when she’s describing sexual associations. I have also come to learn, I like it.

  “Sugar, get on your knees. Lick my kitten.”

  I can hear Ellie’s sharp intake of breath as Sugar drops in front of her, the chain connecting their collars dangling between them.

  “Ellie, spread your legs for Sugar.” She glances at me with an unsure expression. Her green eyes wild with something penetrative. Something hot, like unsure desire.

  “Go on kitten. I’m right here.” I stroke myself as she looks at me. As if telling her I’m all yours. This is what you do to me. Make me fucking rock hard and yearn for you.

  Sugar puts her mouth on Ellie as she looks at me, taking her by sweet surprise.

  “Oh!” Her eyes widen, and then shut as her head drops back. She opens her stance and I see Sugar’s tongue take charge. Ellie looks blindsided, and it’s fucking incredible. I have to stop stroking myself; if I keep it up I’m going to come. And my hand is an unacceptable place to ejaculate when I have two beautiful women right in front of me. One all mine for the fucking.

  “Ellie, how does that feel?” I ask as she runs her fingers through Sugars deep red hair.

  “So good.” She breathes hard, sounding a little disoriented. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are fluttering. She’s close to the brink.

  I almost can’t stand it as I heave low breaths.

  “Enough.” Sugar halts immediately. The power is intoxicating. Commanding two gorgeous women—nothing else compares. “Sugar, stand up.”

  She complies immediately. Good little robin. That’s what Jett calls her.

  “Ellie, remove Sugar’s underwear,” I direct.

  With delicate fingers Ellie lowers Sugar’s black panties down her long legs, sliding them over her smooth thighs and toned calves.

  My arousal roars.

  “Sugar, get down on the ground and spread your legs.”

  She immediately complies, the chain connecting their two collars forcing Ellie down with her. Sugar puts her hands straight over her head and opens her legs wide with Ellie sprawled out on top of her.

  “Ellie, pleasure her. Lick her body, suck her cunt.”

  The room is so thick with sex, I’m suffocating from the sight. She looks at me with wide green eyes.

  “Go on.” My response is clipped.

  With mild trepidation, Ellie assails Sugar, licking down her neck to her breasts, drawing each nipple into her mouth and unleashing her tongue. Sugar moans and wriggles, her reaction to Ellie prompts me to start stroking again as my wildest dream comes to life.

  Ellie keeps making her way down, over Sugar’s tight stomach until she lands right at the apex of her thighs. She hesitates, and I instinctively order, “Do it, Ellie.”

  Her mouth makes contact with Sugar’s pussy, and I nearly see stars. She licks Sugar with such ferocity she causes the redhead to moan loudly with pleasure. I watch the two of them completely spellbound. When I see Ellie’s tongue dart out and swirl over Sugar’s clit, my control completely crumbles.

  I discard what’s left of my pants and drop to the floor, crawling on all fours to get to Ellie.

  I kneel behind her, lining myself up at her entrance. I watch entrapped as my little kitten laps up Sugar like she’s a bowl of sweet milk. My body is trembling with overpowering need. And the only one who can satisfy it is Ellie; the only way is to bury myself deep inside her. Deep, deep inside her.

  I dig my fingers into her hips. “Don’t take your mouth off her pussy, no matter how hard I fuck you, understand?”

  “Yes, Kayne,” Ellie whimpers, and I immediately shove her face back between Sugar’s legs. “What did I tell you?”

  She mewls in reply.

  I slam into her without any sort of warning and she cries out.

  My cock thanks me.

  I repeat the motion over and over, rearing all the way back and then blasting forward into her. Every strangled, strained sound she makes is muffled as she eats away at Sugar.

  “Make her come, Ellie.” I mercilessly thrust. “I won’t let you come until she does.”

  Ellie frantically licks Sugar as she writhes and moans, chasing after an orgasm that’s just out of reach. Then Ellie does something that nearly makes my head pop off. She begins to finger her. The little extra pressure was all Sugar needed to fall apart. She arches her body in ecstasy as her orgasm seizes her.

  “Come,” I command.

  Fucking Ellie while she makes another woman splinter is my undoing. Trapping her hips, I beat into her with a punishing rhythm until she’s screaming my name. It doesn’t take long.

  My orgasm holds me hostage as I bury myself to the hilt in Ellie over and over, restraining her as the force of each impact bucks her body forward. “Fuck, fuck.” I grind out the words as the feel of her tight wet pussy pulsates around me, tearing me to shreds. I come like a man possessed, because that’s exactly what I am. A man possessed by a little pleasure kitten who wears my collar and purrs my name.

  I collapse on the floor as soon as the sensation dissipates, drawing a wildly panting Ellie close. The three of us lie
spent, recuperating from the sexual overload.

  I let the girls fall asleep still chained to each other on the shag rug. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.

  I love all that shit. Sex toys, submission, and bondage.

  But I love it even more when it’s with Ellie. She blows me away. Her strength. Her playfulness. Her willingness. All the things that drew me to her in the first place have manifested tenfold. My little kitten is a force to be reckoned with.

  I slip my hand under her collar and feel her soft pulse. The rhythm settles me.

  It’s quickly become the sole reason for my existence.

  I DON’T KNOW WHAT I was thinking when I agreed to have a threesome with Kayne.

  All I know is, I was about to tear at the seams as I watched two women and one man have sex while he fingered me.

  I stare mindlessly out the window remembering. It’s such a beautiful, clear day; the grass and leaves almost seem to gleam.

  Who is this person I’m becoming? Every day I seem to inch further and further away from my old life. My old self. I live to please another. Someone who treats me rough, but at the same time is tender. Someone who makes me forget everything, but him.

  “What are you doing in here, kitten?” Kayne asks suddenly from behind me. Shit. I immediately drop to my knees. I didn’t even hear him come in. It’s the middle of the afternoon; he never comes to see me during the day.

  “Turn around. Face me,” he orders. Dom dickhead is back.

  I shift sideways, still kneeling.

  “Look up.”

  I lift my head.

  “Answer.”

  “Just staring out the window.”

  The room with the table of torture gives me a more panoramic view of the outside with its circular shape and large paned windows. Ironically, I don’t feel so trapped when I’m in here.

  “I see.” He stares at me for a heartbeat, then commands, “Come.”

  Since I’m still kneeling and he hasn’t ordered me to stand. I crawl on all fours, like he trained me to do. Like a cat. Like the pet that I am.

  He watches me salaciously as I come to sit by his feet.

  “Lie down.”

  I drop to my side, stretching out my body, resting my head on my arm. I stare up at Kayne, as he stares down. The look on his face is indescribable; there are so many emotions showing. At the forefront arousal and satisfaction. His eyes are wild as he rakes over my naked form.

  “I have something for you,” he says while still standing over me, the corners of his mouth turned up. He pulls something out of his pocket, a small silver charm. “Get on the table. Kneel in front of me.”

  I get up and climb onto the table, kneeling submissively on the firm black cushion. Kayne lifts his hand and shows me the trinket. It’s a small heart on a clasp that reads ‘Kayne’s kitten.’

  “Now everyone will know exactly who you belong to.” He fastens it to my collar. “Me.” Holy shit, I’m now tagged, collared, and owned by him.

  “Mine.” He leans in and kisses me, trapping my face in his hands. He swirls his tongue around roughly, thrusting it in and out of my mouth. “I want to do that to your pussy.” He breathes heavily against my lips. Here we go. My body responds without delay, becoming instantly wet. I’ve lost all control.

  “Lie down. Hands by your sides.”

  On the table?!? The last time we utilized this room, he beat me, then nearly destroyed me with his sexual prowess. And it’s about to happen all over again.

  I comply, the slave that I am. Kayne restrains both of my wrists in the cuffs with my pulse flying high. Then he moves to the end of the table and grabs one of my ankles. He deftly secures my leg to one of the stirrups with the thick black leather straps—one over my thigh, one around my calf, and one on my ankle. Then he does the same to my other leg. I’m tied down, helpless, and battling for breath.

  “Mmm,” he expels as he drinks in my incapacitated state. He then rests his hands on the inside of my thighs and pushes, causing the stirrups to click as he spreads me wide. One, two, three, four. My back is arching and my hands are fisting from the torturous stretch. “Ugh,” I heave, trying to channel the pain.

  “Perfect.” Kayne licks his bottom lip as I pant. He loves working me out.

  He walks around to my side, never taking that maniacal stare off me. The room is filled with bright sunlight, making me feel more exposed and more on display than ever before; my nakedness and tethered body at the forefront of my insecurity and fear.

  “You are so beautiful, Ellie.” Kayne rubs my breasts, my shoulders, my arms. He leans down and kisses me, kneading small, firm circles into my biceps. I release a contented moan against his mouth as he lulls me into submission.

  He pulls away once I’m relaxed, and then opens one of drawers. I startle my eyes open and track every move he makes, watching with morbid fascination as he pulls out a thin chain with two little clamps on each end. He dangles it front of my face, his expression carnal, hedonistic almost. I look quickly between his luminous eyes on fire with lust, and the tiny torture device he’s holding in his hand.

  He grins wickedly, then leans over and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, lashing his tongue against the little pebble as it hardens. I release a heavy breath, then without any warning, he places the clamp on my nipple. It bites, shooting a sharp sensation straight to the apex of my over-stretched legs. Oh. Then he does the same thing to the other nipple, vibrating a moan against my breast, just to tease me. The clamp bites down and I groan in protest.

  “Fuck, you look so hot.” He grabs both my breasts from underneath and squeezes them hard. The clamps pinch at the same time and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Oh, Kayne,” he corrects arrogantly as he massages me, arousal flaring through my entire being. “I’m your maker now.”

  Not just my maker—my captor, my owner, my ruler.

  He’s barely touched me and I’m already breathing rapidly and soaked between my thighs. After he’s finished rubbing me into restlessness, he picks up the chain connecting the clamps. With an impish gleam, he somehow ties it to the loop on the front of my collar. The chain is pulled so tight, that every time I move my head the clamps nip at my nipples, straining them, elongating them, driving me crazy with pleasure and pain. My heart is beating, my hands are shaking, and my pussy is throbbing.

  Kayne jingles my new tag with one finger as I lie confined to the table, unravelling at the seams.

  “Mine,” he says haughtily.

  I just stare up at him with glassy eyes, trying to remain as still as possible. He unbuttons his light blue shirt; the color makes his eyes pop in the sunlight, the brown lightning bolt looking more pronounced. God, for being the devil, his features are divine. Once he’s removed his shirt and dropped it on the floor, he leans over me semi-naked and kisses me on the stomach. I try to breathe steadily, but every time he touches me it feels like a volcanic eruption. “Baby, you don’t have to ask permission to come.” He slowly kisses down my torso until his head is between my widespread legs. Then he licks me lightly, dragging his tongue unhurriedly over my slit. He does this over and over like a lazy lion until I’m vainly wriggling in my restraints. I snap my head back without thinking and the clamps unapologetically jerk my nipples sending a bolt of white hot heat straight to my blistering pussy.

  “Oh!” I try not to move, but he’s pushing me right to my breaking point, slowly, painstakingly, licking me into an orgasm.

  “Kayne, Kayne.” I breathe labored. It’s a plea, it’s an appeal, it’s a demand. My insides are wound so tight they’re ready to fracture. He just keeps licking though, ignoring my chants, and my body just keeps winding.

  Lick, twist, lick, twist.

  I’m an elastic band ready to snap.

  Then he inserts one finger into my assailable entrance and I combust. My hips buck and I scream. It feels like I am being electrocuted. It looks like I’m being electrocuted. My ha
nds fisted, my body bowed, my head dropped back, my nipples aching and straining as a current of ecstasy speeds through my veins.

  I collapse back onto the table when the climax releases me, moaning feebly. My head rolling all over the place like it’s barely attached to my body. The nipple clamps still tugging relentlessly.

  “Whoa.” Kayne chuckles as he wipes his face against my inner thigh.

  I’m glad he finds my soul-shredding orgasms so funny. Asshole.

  He kisses his way back up to my mouth as I come around. I crack open my eyes as he kisses me, to find him staring back at me.

  “Hi, kitten.” He smiles.

  I grunt.

  He laughs. “My turn. You ready?”

  “No,” I say sarcastically.

  He yanks on the chain and my nipples yelp. “Excuse me?

  “Yes, Kayne,” I correct myself.

  “Good, kitten.” He brushes his lips against mine. “My kitten.” He jingles the tag on my collar again, proudly displaying his satisfaction with my new token of ownership.

  I watch withdrawn as he positions himself between my legs. The stirrups have my knees high and legs wide. They’re starting to ache from being confined and overstretched. Kayne unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly. He doesn’t even bother to remove them, only lowering them enough to release his cock.

  “Come if you have to come baby.” He teases my wet entrance with its head. Then he braces himself on the table, leaning forward, preparing for total body domination. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look, wearing that tag.” He slams into me, and I feel it all the way to my belly button.

  “Ah!” I crunch forward and scream out.

  “How much it turns me on. You belong to me.” He slams into me again and again. The manic desire is clear on his face.

  His relentless thrusts combined with the pinching of the clamps catapult me toward another orgasm before I even see it coming. All at once, my muscles are clenching, my neck is straining and my pussy is pulsating as he rams fast and furiously in and out of me; my nipples are in glorious agony as my breasts bounce from the relentless force of his hips’ impact.