Chapter 37 Everett #2
She stiffens when I use her full name.
“No more back and forth. No more running.” I walk up to her, and her eyes widen when they find mine. “When I win, and you wake up from your nap”—her eyes narrow at that—“you’re mine. For good this time.”
She sucks in a shaky breath, and I watch her loosen the grip on the syringe that she holds in the air. No way in hell am I letting her knock me out. She’ll run. Have Bill hide her. And I just can’t allow that. I’m not going to waste another six years of my life without her.
I reach out and run my knuckles over her racing pulse, and she lowers the syringe to her side. She has this inner battle. Eve doesn’t want to give into what she wants. She prefers to be forced. I’ll take her option away.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “You’re going to make the perfect whore.”
She slams her hand in my chest, shoving me back. “Fuck you, Kash.” Lifting her other arm, she moves to poke me in the neck, but I said what I did on purpose. I want to piss her off. I stop the movement with my hand tightening around her wrist, and she drops the syringe with a scream.
I kick her legs out from underneath her, taking her to the floor, and straddle her hips, shoving her arms down to her sides to pin them as well. She bucks and screams while I reach over her, and she arches her back, seeing that I’m grabbing the syringe. I remove the lid with my teeth.
She gasps. “Kash—”
“A deal is a deal, Eve.” I grip her cheeks to turn her face away from me and stick her in the neck.
Her body goes limp under mine. Her eyes soften and her breathing evens out. “Good girl.” I push her wild hair from her pretty face. I didn’t give her the full syringe like she planned on doing to me. My plan isn’t to knock her out, just make her groggy.
“Come on, angel.” I stand and pick her limp body up in my arms and walk her to the garage. I put her in the passenger seat of her car and then open the garage door with the clicker that hangs on the visor.
I make my way across the street to my house and back the car up my driveway. I can’t just carry a passed-out Eve over to my house. Someone will call the cops in this neighborhood.
Once I’ve parked her car in my garage, I close the door and get her out, walking her to the basement. “Now let’s get you ready to serve your Lord,” I tell her.
Her vision starts to focus and she groans, looking around. “What—”
I check my watch. It’s been an hour since I carried her out of her house. “Hello, angel.” I stand beside her, taking in her naked body, admiring all the bruises I’ve given her up to this point and thinking about the ones I’m going to give her today.
She blinks, her eyes skimming the room, but all she can see is the ceiling, due to how I have her strapped down.
“Kash.” She arches her neck and sucks in a deep breath. “You drugged me.”
“I won the bet,” I remind her. If this was me just waking up from sedation, I’d be on her bedroom floor, and she’d be long gone on a private jet. Probably on her way to another country.
“I can’t…” She struggles and whimpers when she pulls on the restraints.
“Can’t move?” I finish her thought. Her mind is still a little foggy. “It’s because I’ve got you tied to a table in my basement.”
Closing her eyes, she licks her lips.
“It’s okay, Eve,” I assure her, running my fingertips along her heaving chest before I wrap them around her delicate neck. I lean down when she opens her heavy eyelids, and I place my lips against hers. “I’m going to play with you.”
She lifts her head the best she can, pressing her lips to mine, and I smile when she opens up for me. My girl wants to be used. I kiss her back, pinning her neck to the table, our tongues dancing, and she moans into my mouth.
I pull away and she sucks in a ragged breath. “I’m going to finish getting you ready.”
Stepping away, I grab what I need, pour lube all over it, and then return to the side of the table. My fingers go to her pussy, and she moans while I play with it. Gently teasing her, running my fingers up and down her lips.
“Kash, please…” She trails off when I begin to push the dildo inside her, filling her cunt. Her body starts to tremble, and a soft cry fills the room.
“Perfect,” I tell her. “I filled your ass while you were out. I know how much you love to struggle when I force a butt plug in, but I had to do it before I could tie you down.” I run my fingers down her trembling legs.
She doesn’t respond, just fights the ropes.
I’ve got her lying on her back, arms tied underneath her, wrists secured in rope that is tied to the foot of the table. Her legs are spread wide, ankles secured to each corner, leaving her cunt open for me. It’s not the most comfortable position, but it’s not supposed to be.
A belt is strapped across her upper chest, another over her waist. “I made something for you,” I tell her, grabbing what I have laid out on the counter. Walking over to her face, I hold up the surprise.
Her wide eyes go from it to me and then return to the item. “You’re going to vow your life to me, Eve. And I shall do the same.”
She licks her lips. “I vow,” comes her soft voice.
I smile, pinching her nipple with my free hand, making it harden before I place the clothespin on it. I can’t stand it straight up because I’m afraid it’ll fall off, so I lay it on its side, clipping it around her nipple.
She hisses in a breath and arches her neck the best she can.
“You vow,” I say, doing the same with the other, making her cry out. My hand falls between her open legs, and I grab a hold of her outer pussy lips and hold them together with my fingers when I encourage her. “Go on.”
“We vow,” we say in unison before I place the clothespin on her cunt.
Her cry fills the basement, and I rub my hand on her thigh, loving the way her body shakes uncontrollably. I’m just getting started. “You’re doing great, angel.”
I turn on the vibrators in her ass and cunt remotely from my cell.
Going to the head of the table, I undo the latch underneath it and slowly lower the edge while I hold her head, letting her go when it hangs off the side.
She lies with her head off the edge of the wooden table, trying to control her breathing. Her sexy body is covered in a thin line of sweat. It glistens under the bright light.
“Just lie there and come all over yourself, angel. That’s all I want you to do for me, okay?”
She can’t speak as I move to her head, and her heavy eyes glance up at me. I take a new piece of rope and make a slipknot around her hair as if it’s a ponytail holder and tighten it. Then I make a loop, pulling the hair through it, successfully making a Lark’s head hair tie.
Taking the remaining rope, I tie it underneath the table, securing her head in place. “Beautiful,” I tell her, running my hand over her exposed body. Her arms are secured underneath her, legs spread wide and head hanging off the edge. “I’m going to prove to you, angel, that you were made for me.”
Unzipping my bag, I toss what I want onto the table between her trembling legs.
I grab the gag first and walk to where her head dangles off the end.
“Open wide for me, Eve.” I slide the metal into her left cheek, and she whimpers when I do the same with the right cheek.
“Just a little more.” I tell her as I push the metal, clicking it a few more times.
Her muffled cry fills the room, and spit covers her face when she tries to arch her back, making the table shake.
“You’re okay, Eve.” I run my knuckles down her exposed neck. “This isn’t about sucking my cock. It’s about fucking your throat.” I feel her pulse race, and I smile down on her. “I can’t wait for you to show me how good you’ve gotten at it.”
Her heavy green eyes fall closed and her body tenses, the clothespins on her nipples moving slightly. “That’s it, Eve. Come all over that toy for me.”
Picking up the lube, I pour it over my hard cock and slide it into her open mouth.
“My pretty angel.” I grip her delicate neck.
“I’m going to make you my filthy whore.” Pushing to the back of her throat, I feel my cock bulge, and her body jerks the table violently.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling out and sliding back in.
Slowly, I watch my pierced dick disappear down her throat.
“That’s it.” I pull out and hear her gasp. Then I do it again.
I set a slow and steady pace, allowing her to breathe while the vibrator in her cunt gets her off.
This isn’t a race. I want her to remember this moment. A reminder that she belongs to me forever. There is no way out.
I look up to take in her body. It’s trembling, her muscles tense as she pulls on the ropes that secure her in place. “Are you counting, angel?” I ask.
I pull out of her mouth and remove the clothespin from her right nipple at the same time.
A mumbling scream comes from her pretty lips. “It’s more painful when you remove them,” I inform her. Burying my cock back in her mouth, I clip the clothespin back on her nipple and feel her throat work on a whimper.
“Fuck, angel.” I groan, feeling my balls tighten.
Pulling out, I come all over her drool-covered face and exposed neck. I quickly remove the gag and then the clothespins on her nipples, hearing her cry out. Then I do the same with her pussy and remove the vibrator.
“Good girl,” I praise her, holding up the cum-covered egg. “That’s my girl.” I untie her and pick up her limp body and carry her upstairs.