VII. Kane

PART 7

KANE

KANE

Kane walks over to me, sliding onto the bed, lying beside me as if we’re going to cuddle. “Go.” He orders the guys, and they shuffle out, their footsteps pound down the stairs and I don’t breathe until I hear all four of them far away from me.

“Is it over?” I cry, feeling the pressure from the ropes come off my wrists as Kane undoes the intricate knots. My arms are so sore as I pull them down, using my palms to hide my breasts from view. My nipples are sore from all the pulling and twisting.

But Kane doesn’t untie my open legs.

“Not yet, Mace.” He croons. “But I do know you’re enjoying yourself.”

I shake my head, “No, I’m not.”

He nudges his head towards my now open bedroom door. “That’s why I sent them away, you deserve a break, but I also wanted to make you feel good.”

“Please just leave.” I plead.

He shakes his head, “You don’t have to pretend you don’t like this, sweetheart. Don’t make me punish you for lying.”

“Punish me? Aren’t you already?”

The question makes him laugh, “Oh, baby girl. We could be doing much worse to you. We’re taking it easy because your innocence is being stripped by us tonight.”

His finger trails down my bare stomach, ending on my clit. “I was here when you were touching yourself in the bath. I heard your moans for me.”

My face is sore, and probably already red from what I’ve been through tonight, but still I blush. “How?”

“You have a hide a key, in the worst place. It’s how we got inside so easily.” He begins to rub in small circles, “You really need to be more careful. We were standing over you, touching ourselves while you we’re sleeping like a little angel.”

I want to roll my eyes, but I worry he’ll hurt me. I do it anyway. “You don’t want to get an attitude with me.” He warns.

“Yes, sir.” I say jokingly, trying to hide the moan that threatens to slip from me as he so carefully touches my slit.

I roll my head back, trying with everything in me to not let myself feel the pleasure. “Allow it to overtake you.” He tells me, “Think of how many women have this fantasy, five men all muscle and hard cocks coming to ravish them for an entire night.”

A bitter laugh escapes me, “Do you want me to thank you?”

“No, I want you to cum on my fingers.” He orders.

“No.”

“Cum or I’ll throw your tiny little body on my cock and bounce you up and down.”