Chapter 56 Everett
FIFTY-SIX
EVERETT
Iwake up and stretch out in bed, quickly realizing that how I fell asleep and how I woke up are not the same. My arms and legs are free, and I don’t have tape over my mouth.
I’m immediately disappointed.
Why did he free me? Did he fuck me, and I don’t remember? No. Kashton would never do that. He always demands my presence when he’s playing with me.
Rolling over, I see him next to me, lying on his back. One arm is tucked underneath his pillow, the other on his chest. I reach out and run a hand down his chiseled abs and to his cock. My mouth starts to water.
I’m so hungry for him. Like an animal that was once chained out back, left to starve. He let me off the leash. Wanted to give me a chance to look for food.
It’s not fair. I was able to go for so long with no sex, and then I met him, and I crave it. It’s like an alcoholic falling off the wagon. But I knew this would happen. It’s why I tried to deny it.
I push the covers off and get out of bed, needing to use the restroom. After washing my hands, I make my way to the kitchen for a drink. I’m thirsty. Whatever they gave me at Dollhouse still has me feeling a little fuzzy.
People always seem to think about the psychological toll the Lords take on your mind, but what about your body? Everything hurts, and I have marks from restraints, so I know they had me tied down to something. The Advil I took has long worn off.
Entering the kitchen, I flip on the light and think about getting a water but see a bottle of whiskey on the counter, so I grab a glass out of the cabinet and pour enough for a shot. I’ll buy Tyson a new one to replace it.
I throw it back, hissing in a breath when I spot Kashton’s bag on the coffee table next to my phone.
He said that Sin met him at Dollhouse to bring him a few things, and I bet they’re in there. I pour another drink and walk over to the couch, sitting down. I pick up my cell and go through it to see if I’ve missed anything in the past few days.
I had an incoming call from Adam for a minute and thirty seconds about two hours ago, which tells me that Kashton answered. But I don’t see anything else that looks new. Not like I have a long list of people who contact me on a daily basis.
Setting it down, I open up the bag and look into it. My heart leaps with excitement when I see rope, handcuffs, and zip ties. The tape he used on my mouth must still be in the bedroom.
Tossing back the last of the drink, I pick up the handcuffs and head back to bed.
I kneel between his muscular legs with mine tucked underneath my ass and pull his dick out through the hole in his boxer briefs.
He doesn’t even move. I place my left wrist in a cuff and then put my hands behind my back and cuff the other.
Just like he had me do when I waited for him to play with me at his house.
My pulse quickens with anticipation of what he’ll think of doing when he wakes up and sees what I’ve done to myself. Will he leave me here tied next to him or play with me?
I blow my hair out of my face, realizing I should have put it up before I lost the use of my hands. Bending over, I lick up his soft cock, running my tongue over his Jacob’s ladder.
He doesn’t give me any sign that he feels it, so I do it again, this time pulling the tip into my mouth. I suck on the saint’s cross, and he moans, his hips shifting a little.
Letting go, I spit on his dick to get it wet, making it easier to suck into my mouth. My back aches and my arms already hurt, but I’m so wet for him.
He wants to marry me. This man wants to own me. What kind of woman would turn him down? Especially one like me? Broken. We don’t get chances like this. To find someone who loves us, knowing what kind of past we have. Knowing all I’ve ever been is someone’s whore.
I’m his, but it’s different. I can’t explain it, but he doesn’t make me feel ashamed of what I need. What I want. He doesn’t judge me, and I know he’s not going to get rid of me and sell me off to the highest bidder. This man wants to chain me in his basement. Kashton wants to keep me forever.
“Eve.” He groans my name, and the roughness in his tone makes my pussy clench. His voice is so sexy when he starts to wake up and is groggy.
I pull on the cuffs and whimper at how tight I made them. It feels so good. I spit on his dick once more and then lick up to the head and pull it into my mouth much easier this time, able to push my mouth down on it.
His hips thrust and I smile when his hands slide into my hair. That’s right, Kashton. Play with me. Make me your dirty angel.
He pushes my head down, and I open wider to allow more of him. Gagging has my shoulders shaking, and he pulls my mouth from his hard cock with his hand fisted in my hair.
I look up at him through my lashes, and he’s got his head off the pillow looking down at me. His blank stare gives nothing away, and panic rises that I’ve cuffed myself and can’t get out on my own.
Will he judge me? Does he think I’m mental? He already tried to take me to therapy. I’ll try for him. If that’s what he wants. I just need him to want me back. He’s a Lord. They take what they want. I’m what he wants, right?
The doubt fills my mind just as fast as my lust does when it comes to him.
“Need your face fucked, angel?” he asks, running his free hand down my cheek.
My breathing accelerates, and I lean into it. “Please.”
He pulls me to a kneeling position by my hair, and I hiss in a breath, although my clit is throbbing. He also sits up. Letting go of my hair, he gently pushes it back from my face before running his hands down my arms to find them cuffed behind my back.
I swallow nervously as his eyes search my face. He doesn’t look surprised that I’ve cuffed myself. Just indifferent. I hate how easily he can turn off his emotions.
I’ve never managed to not show what I feel.
I act out, break shit, and cry for no reason other than it feels good to do something I can control.
For so long, I had no control over my life or body.
I like it when Kashton takes over and doesn’t make me think.
I know that he’s not going to hurt me. No more than I can take anyway.
“Kash, please,” I beg, pushing my chest out to him.
He grabs my hips and lifts me up off my knees to throw me onto my back. I scream out when I crush my arms underneath me. “Kash—”
“You wanted this, Eve.” He spreads my legs wide open, taking his hard dick into his hand, and pushes into my pussy without any foreplay.
His hands slide underneath my neck, and his tatted fingers tangle in my hair, arching my head back, and he begins to fuck me. His strokes are slow and deep while his lips drop to my neck. He gently kisses my sensitive skin while I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
My legs are spread wide and my thighs ache. His body is crushing mine while my pussy clenches around his pierced dick.
“That’s it, Eve. Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.” He sucks on my neck, and my body begins to tremble. “Come for me, angel. I want it all over my dick. Show me how much you like me to fuck you.”
My heart is racing, my pulse quickening, and my sight goes spotty. I can’t tell if he’s choking me or if I can’t breathe because of his weight on top of me.
Either way, I accept it.
KASHTON
I pull out, and she slumps into the mattress, gasping for breath. Her legs shake, and I look at my cum-covered cock. “Good girl, Eve,” I tell her as her pretty green eyes look around aimlessly.
When I woke up and realized she had found my handcuffs, I couldn’t turn her down. She needed something from me. That video I watched just proves how much she was groomed.
Everett is proving to herself that she can be used, and she is challenging me to see if I turn her down. Never. I’ll prove to my girl that she’s enough.
Getting off the bed, I grab her shoulders and pull her over to the edge, hanging her head off the side. She looks up at me, and I smile down at her, my tatted knuckles gently pushing her hair off her face to get it out of the way. “You wanted me to fuck your face, right?”
She licks her parted lips, still trying to catch her breath. I grab my dick and smear her cum along her cheek. “Lick it clean, angel.”
She sticks her tongue out, and I rub the tip along it, letting her taste herself.
“That’s it,” I groan, wanting to come. I had to hold off from doing it inside her cunt. She woke me up wanting me to fuck her face, and my girl gets what she wants.
I just wish we were at my house where I have more toys. I’d fill that ass with a plug and put a collar around her neck while I have her kneeling at my feet, begging for it.
Opening her mouth, I push my cock into it, loving the way her hips buck on the bed. “All the way, angel. I want to see you swallow it.”
Her legs fall open, and I can see her slick thighs.
My hands grip her legs, spreading them wide open.
My cock vibrates from her whimper, and I slap her pussy, making her jump.
“Keep sucking,” I order, pulling my cock free of her mouth, giving her a second to suck in a deep breath before slowly pushing it back down her throat.
She shudders and the sound of her gagging fills the room.
This is my go-to angle when I’m fucking her mouth.
It allows me to go deep, and it gives her little ability to fight.
Her head is between my thighs, her arms restrained underneath her.
She has no leverage to get away from how I want her to take my cock.
And I know my angel loves it.
I pull out and she sucks in a ragged breath. I take my cock and rub it across her face, smearing her cum and drool. “Gorgeous.”
“Kash—”
“Pull your knees to your chest,” I order, interrupting her.
She does as she’s told and bends her knees, putting her legs together.