Owned (Decadence after Dark, #1)

by M. Never

shoulder. “The next time you want to get my attention. Bend over. Your tits are nice, but I’m more of an ass man.” He then leaves. With me nailed to the floor.

“Never. I’m a woman. We’re always fashionably late.” She bats her eyelashes flirtatiously. Not if you were my woman. “Buy

“There she is. My magic glitter in high heels.” He holds out his arms like she’s a Broadway diva who just gave the performance

to?” “Yes.” Her eyes are starting to get heavy. “Right answer. Good girl. Next time though, it’s yes, Kayne.”

time I nod off, a loud blaring siren startles me awake. I’m miserable, angry, confused, scared, and worst of all, close to giving in—because being in this dark, damp, isolated cell is making me go mad. “Morning,

up. “Kitten?” he goads. “My name is Ellie.” “Your name is whatever I choose to call you. And right now, it’s kitten.” He grabs me by the collar and pulls me effortlessly across the silken sheets, drawing my face close to his. I pull at his hand as he nearly lifts me off the mattress. “We can do this my way or we can do it yours. I’ll be fine with either. The end result will be the same.” I struggle against his grip, my knees barely grazing the smooth fabric underneath me. With the collar choking me I spit out, “Boring. It was boring.” Kayne releases me, and I drop back down on all fours. “There. Was that so hard?” I stare up at him with hatred. “Save your hostility, kitten. It doesn’t intimidate me, and it will only make things worse for you.” He fondles one of my naked breasts. I cower away, but he pulls me closer. “Time for your first lesson.” He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “You only speak when you are directly spoken to. And even then it is yes Kayne, please Kayne, more Kayne, can I come Kayne.” I flinch in his grip. “Commands.

by a man who is going to use me as a living sex toy. “Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere. That position is called drop. Get used to it. You’ll be in it a lot. Don’t move until I say so.” I keep my head down as I hear

“I’m definitely going to hell.” “I’ll be right there with ya, brother. Wearing a hat and sunscreen.” He slaps me on the shoulder. “You’re a pain

“Maybe that’s utter and total horse shit!” “We can argue the maybes all day. Bottom line, you came and you liked it.” “It’s empty,” I dispute furiously.

Jett looks at me through the mirror and smirks. “Kayne spanked you with love.” “I don’t think he’s capable of love,” I bitterly retort.

“I’m not living a fairy tale. I’m living an American horror story.” Jett shrugs. “It’s whatever kind of literature you make it. If you believe it’s a horror story, it is. If you believe it’s a dark erotic romance, it is. The choice is yours. The mind is a powerful thing.” I look at him like he’s crazy. “Just

“Don’t be ridiculous. I may paint nails and do hair, but my dick is gender specific. Lady love only please.” I

place. I yank her forward by it and give her a kiss. “I like you collared, baby. I like you naked. I like you mine.”

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.

“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

“Maybe pigs will fly and your dick will breathe in those pants.” “Hater.” “Dream on. Speaking of Ellie—”

the urge to fuck her senseless takes over.