Chapter 35 Kashton #2
He kneels behind me, his knees holding mine open, and I feel something cold run over my ass and pussy.
“Kashton.” I breathe his name while smashing the side of my face into his bed.
“I’m going to make you work for it, Eve,” he tells me, and I know what he means.
My skin tingles with excitement.
I feel pressure against my ass, and I try to push my hips into the side of the bed.
“Easy.” His free hand caresses my back. “Relax for me, angel. Don’t fight it.”
I whimper and close my eyes as he forces the butt plug inside me. My breath hitches, and I can’t help but clench up when a cry is ripped from my lips.
“You’re making it harder on yourself, Eve.”
I gasp, my lips parting, and my legs tremble, loving the feel of him forcing it inside me.
“Deep breath,” he commands, and I fill my lungs. “Let it out slowly.”
As I release the shaky breath, my ass gives way to the base of the plug, and I bite into the comforter to keep from crying when it stretches me wide.
“Good girl.” He rubs my back. “That’s a good girl, angel.”
I’m trembling, and sweat has broken out over my body.
He begins to rub my pussy, and I push against him, fighting the cuffs. “You’re doing great, Eve. Now I’m going to fill that tight cunt as well.”
“Please,” I beg, knowing he’s not going to fuck me. He could make me stay like this all night.
He pushes two fingers into me and doesn’t go slow, fucking me rough and hard. My body rocks back and forth against the side of the bed, my breathing ragged and pulse racing. I don’t care how desperate I look.
When he removes them, my body relaxes, slumping with exhaustion already. But it’s short-lived, because now he’s pushing something large into me. My breath gets caught and I tense, but I can’t stop him. He pushes the dildo into my soaked pussy with ease, making me take it.
This is what I wanted. This is why I ran to him tonight.
I feel Kashton stand and then his hand is in my hair. He grips it tightly and pulls me off the side of the bed, yanking my head back, and I cry out. “That’s my good girl.” He leans over and kisses my cheek from behind.
Then he lets go and sits down on the side of the bed in front of me while I remain kneeling at his feet. “Tell me, angel. How’s it feel to have both your ass and cunt filled?”
I’m panting, rocking back and forth on my knees.
“Hmm?” He arches a brow at my silence.
“I need you.” I push my chest out, hoping he’ll play with my breasts. My nipples are hard and begging to be touched.
He gives me a smile before reaching over to grab something off the nightstand. Then he’s buckling a collar around my neck. It’s thick and makes it hard to move. The leather rubs my skin, and I know it’ll be irritated, leaving marks once he takes it off. Who knows how long he’ll make me wear it.
“You’re almost there.” He stands and grabs my upper arms, pulling me to stand as well. Walking behind me, he undoes the cuffs, and I frown, but then he’s placing his belt around my waist and forearms, pinning them down to my sides.
Kashton moves to face me once again and kneels.
He picks up one leg at a time and places my feet into some kind of one-legged suit.
“I had this made just for you, angel.” He pulls the soft material up my legs, forcing me to keep them together.
“It’s a bondage sleepsack.” Standing, he continues to pull it up and over my thighs.
Then my hips and waist. It gets tighter as it covers my arms and wraps around my chest. It feels like a strict corset covering my entire body, coming all the way up to the collar.
I stand in front of him, unable to move, and it makes wetness pour between my thighs, coating the toy that’s buried deep inside me.
“How does that feel, Eve? Tight enough?” He runs his tatted knuckles down the side of my cheek.
I’m desperate for him to fuck me. To let me come. “Yes,” I answer breathlessly, leaning into him.
He walks away, leaving me facing the bed. I try to look over my shoulder, but I can’t without falling over, so I stay where I’m at.
I feel his body push up against the back of my legs when he says, “Open wide.”
My lips part on their own before I can even process what’s happening. Something large and round is shoved into my mouth, forcing it open wider before he pulls the leather tight around my head and buckles it in place.
Then he’s picking me up, cradling me to his chest, and placing me on the bed. I mumble nonsense through the open gag as I look up at him.
“Beautiful.” He stares down at me, his fingers lining my lips before slipping them into my mouth.
“I’ve got your mouth strapped in an open-mouth gag,” he informs me, pushing his fingers to the back of my throat.
I try my best not to gag. “Good girl,” he praises me, and I blink rapidly.
“See? Those forty-eight hours on your knees did you well, angel.”
I mumble at him, but even I don’t know what I’m trying to say.
“You’ll make a good little pet after all.” He removes them and I rock from side to side.
Grabbing me, he pulls me to where my head hangs off the side of the bed, and I know what’s coming. Kashton likes to fuck my mouth, and I like when he does it.