Chapter 65 Kashton
SIXTY-FIVE
KASHTON
Ipark in the garage, and once the door shuts, I get out and open her door. “Lean forward,” I order and undo my belt from around her wrists.
She reaches out and I take her hand, yanking her from the car. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist while her arms go around my neck.
I push the door shut with my knee and enter the house. Her nails dig into my hair, and she yanks my head to the side while her lips find my neck.
“Eve,” I growl, and a shiver runs through me when her teeth nibble on my skin.
“Yes?” she breathes before sucking where she just bit me.
“Payback is a bitch,” I warn her, opening the door to the basement.
Her laughter tells me she’s up for the challenge.
Coming to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, I tap her ass, and she releases my waist. I set her down on her feet and leave her there to go over to the cabinets that run along the side wall.
I grab a few things and then turn to see her staring at the metal table I’ve added since last time she was down here.
It’s three feet tall, four feet long, and two feet wide.
The perfect size for me to tie her to and do whatever I want to her. I want my girl to have options.
She stands there staring at it. Her hands reach out and pick up one of the black leather belts that hangs off the side. They are all lined with tiny rubber spikes for her pleasure.
Slowly, I walk up behind her. I gather her hair in one hand and place it over her left shoulder while I lean down and gently kiss the right side of her neck. “Don’t be nervous, Eve. It’s only you and me.”
Who knows how many men and women have seen the videos of her at Dollhouse. Who knows how many out there even exist. I don’t care what I have to do or how much I have to pay, but I will own all of them. And when I do, I’m going to fucking burn them.
She turns in my arms and looks up at me. “I trust you.”
I gently kiss her lips and pull away. “Turn around.”
Once her back is to me, I reach down, grabbing the hem of her dress, and slowly push the material up and over her head before I toss it to the side. She begins to drop her arms, but I grab them and bring them behind her head, elbows out.
“Face me,” I command.
Doing as she’s told, her heavy green eyes look up at me through her lashes. “Beautiful.” I run my knuckles over her hard nipples.
“Please?” she begs, pressing her body into mine.
“Don’t move.” I stroll over to the counter and grab a couple of things that I need before returning to her.
I set one on the table, slide my hands into the gloves, and unscrew the lid to the small tube. I squeeze a tiny amount onto my finger and then softly swirl it around her nipple, making sure to cover it nicely. Then I proceed to do the other.
Her heavy panting fills the large basement, and she bites her bottom lip. Then I toss it to the floor. “You may drop your arms.”
“It…tingles.”
“It will take eight minutes to fully kick in.” I inform her of the Capzasin I smeared all over her nipples.
“God.” She hisses in a breath, her hips rocking back and forth.
I remove my gloves, then toss them into the trash and grab what I want. “Lie on the table, Eve.” I help pick her up, and she lies down, arching her back.
Pushing her arm down to her side, I buckle her wrist in the thick leather belt. Then I do the same to the other.
“Kash—” she breathes. “Fuck, it burns.” Her watery eyes meet mine.
“That’s the point,” I tell her, pushing her hair from her shoulder.
I pick up the posture collar, slide it under her neck and fasten it in place. Her eyes plead with me to fuck her, but not yet. I’m going to play with my angel. The point is to give her enough that she passes out afterward. Otherwise, who knows how long this drug will affect her.
She stares up at the ceiling, and I walk to the edge of the table where her legs hang off the end. I slide her feet into the high heels I made sure to bring with us from Carnage.
Then I take her left ankle and bend her knee, pushing her leg back to open her up for me. Her muscles strain as she tries to resist, but I’m able to grab the leather belt off the side of the table and wrap it around her thigh and shin, securing it in place.
She arches her back and cries out when I do the same to the other.
“That’s it.” I run my fingers over her exposed cunt. I’ve got her wide open and strapped down in place. She can’t move.
“Kash…please?” she cries, trying to wiggle.
“Almost,” I promise, and she groans in frustration.
Going to grab the last few things that I need, I return and squeeze the lube all over her. So much so that it covers her pussy, ass, and thighs before it drips onto the table.
She was already wet but needed more for what I have planned.
I coat the butt plug and then run the tip over her ass.
She jumps and starts pulling on the restraints. Her breathing getting louder. “Just relax for me, angel. I promise it’s going to feel good.”
I start with my finger first, gently pushing it in and out while she lies tied to the table, moaning and whimpering from pain and pleasure.
“That’s it. You’re doing great,” I assure her before I insert a second and work them in and out faster. Then a third.
“Fuck, Eve. You’re taking them so well.” She’s gasping. “You’re such a good whore.”
She cries out when I replace them with the plug. I go slow and steady with it, loving the view of her ass giving way to it. I could make it hurt, but I want her to enjoy it. I want her to know that I can give her pleasure.
Her body tenses and her legs strain against the leather belts as her ass opens up for the base.
“You did it, Eve,” I tell her and look to see tears running from the corners of her eyes while she stares at the ceiling. The posture collar prevents her from looking at me. “You’re a good girl.”
She blinks and licks her lips. I walk to the side of the table and lean over her so she can see me. “So good.” I kiss her trembling lips. “Fucking perfect, angel,” I breathe across her lips when I pull away.
Removing a remote from my pocket, I hold it out in front of her face and press the button.
Her lips part and she cries out while I run my free hand over her hair. “That’s the sound I want to hear.”
EVERETT
“K-a-sh,” I manage to say between pants. My heart is racing, my nipples on fire and my ass…I cry out again when it feels like it shocks me.
“E-stim.” Kashton speaks over the blood rushing in my ears. “Electro stimulation. Do you feel it?” he asks, but I can’t answer. I’m too busy trying to remember to breathe. “Does it hurt?”
Another shock takes my breath away, and my entire body tenses.
“Eve?” He grips my cheeks. “Answer me. Does it hurt?”
“Nooo,” I manage to get out.
He doesn’t let go of my face. “Breathe for me, angel. This isn’t meant to be painful. Just enjoyable.”
I take a deep breath, and he smiles. “Good girl. Another.”
I part my lips to take in a deep breath, and it shocks me again, forcing a moan out of my mouth instead.
“That’s my girl.” His hand releases my face, and he walks out of my sight.
I can’t move my arms, my legs, or my neck.
The little spikes dig into my sensitive skin.
All I can do is lie here and stare up at the ceiling, and it’s fucking amazing.
My teeth chatter, and I’m already sweating.
My nipples are on fire, and my ass is stretched.
I whimper when his fingers are on me. They play with my pussy before he starts to fuck me with them.
I’m panting and the room is spinning when another shock hits me. Then he’s stretching my pussy. It hurts but in the best way. I can hear him talking, but I can’t make out his words. He’s too far away. The room is too hot. The belt is too tight.
I’m spinning and feeling lightheaded. Fuck, this is amazing. This is what sex is supposed to feel like.
His pierced cock fills my soaked pussy and my eyes roll back into my head. Kashton leans over my body, his face above mine all while the shock continues to come and go.
I’m pretty sure I’m drooling all over myself and trying to remember how to breathe.
“Eyes on me, angel.” His voice breaks through my foggy brain.
I blink, my lashes heavy. I feel high. Maybe drunk.
Is it the drugs?
Are they hitting me more now? I can’t move. I don’t want to. I want to be Kashton’s good girl. His lips are moving, but I can’t seem to do the same. He doesn’t seem concerned, though. More amused than anything.
I’m just his whore. A doll to fuck however he pleases, and I will thank him when he’s done with me.
There’s no pain, no tingling, and no shocks. Just a feeling of being on cloud nine. My heavy eyes are on his, and I know that I will give this man anything he wants of me whenever he wants it.