Chapter 43 Kashton #2
“What do you need, Christopher?” I sigh, checking my watch. She’s been kneeling for almost an hour. As much as my girl loves pain, I want to move her to the bedroom.
His eyes finally focus on me, and he blinks, realizing I don’t have a shirt on. “I, uh…” He brings his hands around from his back and holds out an envelope. “I got some of your mail.”
“Thanks.” I snatch it from his hands. “Next time, leave it in my mailbox.”
“Isn’t that illegal?”
“Only if I turn you in,” I interrupt him and slam the door in his face. I hear him curse when he catches sight of the gun stuffed in the back of my jeans when I walk away, tossing the mail to the floor.
I enter the laundry room to find Eve exactly where I left her. “Come on, angel.”
Walking up behind her, I grab her upper arms and pull her to her shaking legs. I know she’s unable to stand, so I pick her up and cradle her to my chest, carrying her out of the laundry room. With a quick glance at the front doors, I see the kid is gone.
I walk into my bedroom and place her on the bed, face down since her arms are cuffed behind her back. She rolls from side to side to relieve the pressure of the spikes digging into her thighs now that she’s lying on them.
I leave her to grab a couple of things.
EVERETT
The new position isn’t much better than kneeling on the floor.
I arch my back while my wrists fight the cuffs. I can’t help but struggle, knowing I’m not going anywhere. My soggy, cum-covered thong fills my mouth, making it impossible to beg him. The tape is tight enough that I can’t move my lips or breathe through it.
My nose is running, and I rub it against his mattress, smearing my snot and tears on it.
The vibrator still hums between my legs on high, and I have no clue how many times I’ve come all over it. My mind is foggy, and my vision goes in and out. Every muscle aches.
Tilting my head to the side, I have a view into his bathroom. I can’t see him, though. He must be in his closet. I wait for him to return like the good girl I am.
I rise up on my knees, spreading my legs and arching my back when I feel that sensation again. My eyes fall shut and I hold my breath while I come on the toy.
His hand hits my ass, and my eyes pop open.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, Eve,” he praises as his fingers play with my throbbing clit. “I love how much you like this. I knew you would. You’re such a pain slut and a dirty whore. Aren’t you?”
Tears sting my eyes at how close he is. I’m thankful I’m gagged and that he doesn’t want me to agree with him.
“Knees up underneath you. I want your ass in the air.” He slaps my inner thighs.
I wiggle the best I can to get into position.
“That’s it,” he says before I feel wetness pour over me.
I stiffen, knowing exactly what it is.
“You’re okay, Eve. Just lie there and let me play with you.” He rubs his fingers between my ass cheeks, and I try to calm my breathing through my runny nose.
He pours more onto me, and it slides down my shaking legs. Then I feel his fingers pushing and prodding into my ass. I try to pull away, but there’s nowhere for me to go.
“Relax,” he commands with a hand softly rubbing my lower back. “You’re going to feel so good, angel.”
I close my eyes tightly when I feel the tip of the butt plug push against my ass. I try to relax into the bed the best I can, but my body is wound so tight.
I want it, though. For him to own every inch of me. To use me. To sit back and watch me come all over myself while he tells me how good I am for him.
I crave his acceptance.
“That’s it, Eve. It’s almost there. You’re doing so good.”
I whimper when I feel it stretch my ass before it slides inside me.
“Lie flat.”
I slide down on my legs and stretch them out, trying to release the ache in my shoulders while he goes into the bathroom and washes his hands.
He comes back seconds later and begins to wrap something around my ankles, then right above my knees, tying my legs tightly together, making sure to secure the vibrator in my cunt and the butt plug in my ass.
Then he brings the heels of my shoes to my ass and wraps more tape around my shins and thighs and the spiked bands, pressing them deeper into my skin.
I can’t move my legs, and I begin to mumble into the gag, knowing he’s not going to fuck me anytime soon.
I manage to roll onto my side, and he chuckles, opening the top drawer of the nightstand. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m going to tie you up nice and tight. Just how you like it.”
I start to fight the tape and cuffs, knowing there’s no escape. I was trained to fight the inevitable. No matter how much you know you’re not going anywhere. The helplessness is what turns me on.
He grabs what he wants, shuts the drawer, and then pulls me back onto my stomach.
He takes the tape and wraps it around my upper arms, forcing my chest up off the bed, and then wraps it right below my elbows.
I feel the handcuffs release, and I moan into the tape at the indentations they left.
But he quickly replaces them with more tape around my wrists.
I can’t fucking move anything, and I feel another orgasm starting. I’m so sensitive; it’s painful in the best way.
He wraps his hand around my throat and slowly pulls my head back, forcing me to look up at him through my heavy eyes.
“Such a pretty angel.” I swallow against his hand.
Kashton gently pushes my hair off my face, and my vision starts to blur as that orgasm creeps closer.
I can’t stop it. There’s no way to control it. Even when drugs aren’t involved.
I hold my breath, and my body flexes against the tape and spikes around my thighs as that dark wave washes over me and takes away my sight. I come so hard that when I can see again, I have to blink away the tears that have filled my eyes.
He’s still holding me in place, staring down at me. “That’s it. Look at you being a good girl for me. Coming again. I want more, Eve. A lot more. I want you unable to walk or talk afterward.”
I try to stretch my tied arms and whimper.
“It’s okay, angel. I’ll take care of you.”
I’m just a mindless toy for him to control. And this is what he wants me to do. Come all over myself and his bed. There are worse things he could do to me.
“You’re the prettiest toy I’ve ever seen.
” His hand squeezes my neck, restricting my already heavy breathing, and my body jerks involuntarily.
“Enjoy this, Eve.” He leans down and gently kisses my forehead.
“You’re going to be like this for the day.
” Then he releases my throat and steps away from the side of the bed.
My head drops to the bed, and I suck in a shaky breath through my runny nose, trying to collect my thoughts. To stay in the moment. It’s so easy to fall into myself, but he wants me present.
This is a test, and I will pass it. For him. Toys are tossed away when they’re no longer fun.
I scream into the tape when the plug in my ass starts to vibrate too.
Fuck. He was right. This is going to be a long day.
He sets his cell down on the nightstand next to the bed, and “Dance With The Devil” by Breaking Benjamin starts to drown out my gagged cries.