Page 30 of For the love of Kane

“I mean, you can say whatever you want to me in Russian. I like it. I just don’t understand a damn thing that you’re saying.”

“Why do you insist on pushing me,Litso kukly?”Because your voice drops low, and I’m fucking addicted to it.

“No reason. What’s next?”

“Pain training.”

What the fuck?

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It’s been a week since I agreed to Kane’s terms, and ever since, I’ve spent every minute with him. Several times when we’ve all gone out as a group, Blaze and Kane have had to take off after getting a phone call. Elijah usually just shrugs and says that it’s normal. When we got back from the cottage, he asked if I wanted to stay with him at his house, not his apartment in the city, while I was training.

Pain training sounds exactly like you expect. Kane has been testing my limits every night, and so far, I’ve loved everything he’s done. We’ve tested the paddle, and he said the next thing will be the flogger, which according to Elijah, is way different because it’s used on more than just your ass.

No matter what Kane does, he makes sure that I remember my safe word and that he takes care of me afterward. We haven’t played with Elijah and Blaze again because we each wanted to work on our own relationships first, but I’ve spent time with all of them. Elijah and I have built a friendship, and I’m fucking grateful for him because he gives me tips on the lifestyle.

Today, Blaze and Kane had business to take care of again, so Kane left his driver for us to use. We got bored at the house so we decided to get lunch and shop. Shopping isn’t normally my thing, but Elijah seems to love it, and he’s fun to hang out with.

“What about this?” Elijah asks, holding up a light blue button-up. “This would look good with your eyes.” I shrug, and he groans. “Come on, Jaxon. You need to freshen up your wardrobe. And Kane said you had to buy clothes.”

“I have clothes.” Like he can sense my arguing, my phone rings, Kane’s name flashing across the screen. “Hello?”

“Hello,Litso kukly. How’s shopping going?”

“I don’t need anything, Kane.”

“You need clothes. I expect to see them when you get home.”

I suppress an eye roll. “Fine.”

“Did you do what I told you to before you left?” My body heats just thinking about it. Kane left a bottle of lube and a butt plug beside the bed with a note to put it in. It’s bigger than the other ones he usually uses, and I’ve felt it rubbing inside me all day. He also put on the note that I wasn’t allowed to come.Imagine that.

“Yes, Daddy,” I pitch my voice low so I don’t scandalize the couple walking past us.

“Khoroshiy mal’chik. We’re going to the club tonight. Find something to wear.” Why does his demanding tone turn me on? Maybe I truly am fucked in the head for going through with this.

“Do you want me to buy some assless chaps?”

“Don’t tempt me, Jaxon. I’ll have you walking around in nothing but a butt plug.”

“Doesn’t that defeat the whole purpose of this ownership thing?”

“They can look all they want, but they can’t touch. They would be salivating at the sight of you,Litso kukly. Just the sight of your pretty cock on display would send even the biggest Dom to his knees,” he pauses. “But it’s my necklace that you wear around your neck.” My hand automatically goes to the necklace that Kane gave me the day after we got back from the cottage. He said he ordered it the night we signed the contract. It’s a gorgeous sterling silver chain that he said was a placeholder for something more important that could come later. He didn’t go into any more detail than that, and I didn’t ask any questions. Things have moved faster than I ever imagined with Kane, and sometimes I don’t know how to handle that. “Blaze and I have a few more things to take care of. Be ready for tonight.” The call disconnects, and I heave a sigh.

“Sometimes I don’t know whether I like his bossiness or want to fight him.”

Elijah laughs. “I don’t suggest fighting him. He’s really damn big.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“And sexy as hell.”

I point at Elijah. “So damn true. Can I ask you a question?”

“If you will help me find you something to wear, I’ll answer anything you want.”

“How about you pick it out, and I’ll pretend I give a fuck?”

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