Chapter 43 Kashton
FORTY-THREE
KASHTON
Ipull up to my house and pass her BMW in the driveway, pushing the garage door opener and pulling inside. I exit my car.
“Hey, Kashton.”
I turn when I see the neighbor standing at the end of my driveway, looking over Eve’s car. “What’s up, man?” I indulge him to give my girl more time with her toy.
Walking to the end of the driveway, I shake his hand.
“Not much.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I, uh, noticed you finally moved in.”
He means he saw the furniture company that delivered a few things while I was in Vegas. I had Sin stop by and let them in. It wasn’t like they could steal anything, and I had the basement locked. “Getting there.”
“Cool. Cool.” He nods his head. “I haven’t seen your wife…”
Just like I expected. He’s going to be a nosy little bitch. “Out of town with the kids,” I tell him.
Hell, I could tell him they went to the moon. He’s not going to know the difference because she’ll never be here again. Eve will be the only woman to walk in and out of this house, and that’s only until she’s my wife and we sell both of our houses in this neighborhood.
I like the idea of buying land like Haidyn mentioned. Building something for my wife—a fresh start for us—that gives us space yet keeps us all close. We aren’t required to live at Carnage. We’ve just chosen to. Everything we’ve ever needed was there. Why go somewhere else?
Moving to places like this raises red flags.
It was easier to stay where our work is.
But now? Our lives are changing. I want my own place and own space with Eve.
If I want to fuck my wife on the kitchen counter at two in the morning after I make her pancakes, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
We can’t do that at Carnage. Hell, I don’t even want to leave my room with her there because of how many people are always around.
And the prisoners in the basement? I don’t want her to even have to think about that.
“It was good seeing you, but I have to go,” I tell him, turning and entering the garage. I grab my backpack from my car and then close the garage door, noticing he’s still standing at the end of my driveway.
I don’t like it. Does he watch Eve when she’s home?
When she pulls into her driveway? Does he know when and where she goes?
He doesn’t have much of a life. He’s twenty-five with no job.
Most would ask how someone so young with no career could afford a house in this neighborhood.
It belongs to his mommy and daddy. He’s got a younger brother that his parents didn’t plan on having at such a late age in their lives and would rather travel the world.
So while they’re out and about seeing the world, he’s here raising him.
The man needs a hobby. Instead, he stays home all day playing video games and getting high. Plus, he talks too much. I learned all about his life one afternoon while he was watering his garden.
Once the garage closes, I open the door and enter the laundry room. Eve kneels before me, her head down, hair falling around her face while her body shakes.
“Hello, angel.” All she can do is give me a soft moan. “This is what I want to come home to. You on your knees…ready and willing to be my whore.”
I took my time getting here. She’s been kneeling for a good thirty minutes. Long enough to give her a taste of what’s to come.
I crouch in front of her, gathering her hair in my hand, and gently pull her head back. Her heavy green eyes glance up at me, but she’s not seeing anything. She’s in a daze. “Perfect,” I say, running my free hand down her cheek and over her neck, feeling her pulse race.
She’s trembling and breathing heavily through her parted pretty red lips. Her nipples are hard, and I give them a little pinch to see how she reacts. Her breath hitches in response.
My angel is all worked up: chest heaving, body covered in sweat. It’s a sight to see.
I drop my hand between her shaking legs. “You’ve come on my floor.” I smile at her, feeling the puddle underneath her.
“I’m…sorry,” she whispers, her body jerking involuntarily. The sound of the vibrator fills the room.
“Don’t apologize, Eve.” It’s what I wanted her to do. “How many times have you come?” I ask while my fingers play with her swollen clit.
“I…I’m not sure.”
I arch a brow. “You didn’t keep count?”
“I tried…please?” she whispers, bouncing up and down on her trembling legs.
“How do these feel?” I push my palms down on her thighs, pressing on the spiked garter belts.
She throws her head back, letting out a cry that makes me smile.
“You like them, don’t you, Eve?”
Nodding quickly, she sucks in a ragged breath.
“Words,” I order, doing it again. My fingers squeeze the bands. She liked when I placed her studded belt inside out around her legs when I fucked her in the basement of her house. “I had these made for you,” I tell her.
They’re nothing extreme or anything that would make her bleed. They’re just small fabric belts lined with rubber spikes on the inside. Just enough to give a little bite.
“Yes…yes…they hurt so good.”
“Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. I drop my hand, and her head hangs forward. I stand and undo my jeans, pulling out my hard dick and stroking it slowly while I pull out my cell with the other. I open the app and change up the vibrator to the highest setting, making her cry out again.
“Kash…pl-please?”
I lock my phone and place it next to hers on the floor. Then I grab her hair with one hand and my pierced cock with the other. “Open wide, angel.”
Her trembling lips part and she glances up at me through her black-painted lashes. It’s going to be covering her face soon.
I slide my cock into her willing mouth, and she sucks on it like she’s begging to be used. I throw my head back and groan at how needy she is. “That’s it, Eve.”
She gags, and I pull back before I thrust forward. “Take it…all of it. I know you can do it. Let it slide down your throat. Open up for me.”
I watch her take my cock as tears fill her eyes, and I tighten my hold in her hair when she tries to pull away.
Her body trembles below me as I pick up my pace and fuck her mouth, loving the way she rocks her hips back and forth like she’s trying to fuck the vibrator in her tight cunt.
I pull out, and she gasps in a breath, but she keeps her mouth open.
“Good girl.” I slap her pretty face and then shove it back in.
I’m so close to coming. She makes me weak in the knees when she looks up at me with those tear-filled eyes.
The sounds of her gagging and my groaning fill the room. Her eyes roll back into her head, and I know she just came again. I pull out and slap her once more, but this time to get her attention. “Eyes on me, angel.”
She blinks rapidly, shuffling on her knees. I slide back into her mouth and fuck it once more. This time I don’t stop until I’m holding it down her throat and coming.
When I step back, she gasps as cum and drool run from her parted lips.
I crouch in front of her. “Good girl, angel. You did so good for me.” I kiss her and she kisses me back, moaning into my mouth.
She needs more. Good. Because I’m not done with her.
“Please?” she begs roughly when I pull my lips from hers. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
“Soon, Eve,” I promise her.
She bows her head, and I reach over, grabbing her lace thong off the floor.
“Look at me,” I command. She lifts her head, and I can’t help but smile when I see the heated look in her eyes.
She’s mad at me. “I need to clean you off.” I rub her thong over her cheeks, chin, and lips.
The material isn’t all that great for cleaning up my cum along with her tears and drool, but that’s the point.
I’m just playing with her, rubbing it around her face. “That’s better,” I say and drop my hand between her shaking legs. A desperate moan leaves her parted lips, and she tries to ride my hand.
“You’ve made quite a mess. Got cum all over yourself and the floor.
” I run the wet material along the cum-covered floor and then roll it like a burrito before folding in the sides.
I want to make sure it’s a tight ball. Then I grab her chin, forcing her head back, and she opens her mouth, thinking I’m going to fuck it again. Instead, I shove her thong into it.
Her eyes widen and she tries to fight me. “Breathe through your nose, Eve,” I command and she blinks rapidly while I shove her underwear into the corners of her lips, filling her cheeks out. “Taste yourself, angel. They’re soaked with your cum.”
She whimpers, closing her eyes tightly. Once I’m happy with it, I open my backpack and remove the microfoam tape and tear several pieces off before I secure it over her freshly clean chin, lips, and cheeks, placing it right underneath her nose.
“Gorgeous,” I trace my fingers over the tape. “I knew it would look beautiful on you,” I tell her. “You can still see the outline of your pretty lips.”
She begins to mumble nonsense, leaning forward, her silent request to be played with.
The doorbell rings and her eyes go wide. I stand to my full height, shoving my still very hard cock into my jeans and zipping them up. She starts screaming into the gag, most likely begging me to release her.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, reaching into my backpack and grabbing my gun. I shove it into the waistband of my jeans and close the door from the laundry room off the hallway, choosing not to put my shirt on.
The fucking neighbor stands on my front porch with both hands behind his back. This is why I didn’t want her kneeling in the grand foyer waiting for me. You can see right into the house. Can’t wait for us to get out of this neighborhood.
I walk up to the front double doors and open both. I’ve got nothing to hide. “Can I help you?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He rocks back on his heels while glancing inside the house. He’s looking for Eve.