Chapter 70 Everett #2
Her lips near mine and I move my head to her neck. My fingers dig into her soft flesh while my lips tenderly kiss her racing pulse. The room fills with her panting, and her hands grip my shirt. “Kash, please.”
“What do you need, angel?” I ask her, already knowing what it is and that I’m not going to give it to her.
“Fuck me.” She tries yanking me toward the bed.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of her dress and pull it up and over her head, tossing it away. She doesn’t even wait for me to remove her underwear. She throws them across the room and steps back into me.
“Lie on the bed,” I order.
She takes a step back, licking her lips nervously.
“Now. Eve,” I command when she just stands there. What little confidence she had five minutes ago is now gone. “On your stomach with your head at the foot of the bed.”
Turning, she crawls onto the mattress and gets into position. I push the bench out of the way and step up to the footboard. I secure her wrists to each corner, careful with the hand she hit the woman with back at Blackout.
I stuff a pillow underneath her hips, propping her ass and cunt up in the air, and then tie each ankle to the corners of the headboard.
When she ran over to the bar, I removed the rope I found in Tyson’s bag and had already secured them to each corner of the bed, knowing what I was going to do to her when she returned.
She struggles with the ropes, and I come to the foot of the bed. Crouching down, I sweep her hair from her face, gripping it in my fist and lifting her head off the end so I can look her in the eye when I speak. “What do you want me to do to you, angel?”
“Play with me,” she begs. “Please.” She pulls on the restraints.
“Do you think you deserve that after how you’ve acted tonight?” I ask.
She bites her bottom lip and closes her eyes.
“Answer me.” I give her hair in my fist a tug, making her whimper.
“No.” She sucks in a ragged breath.
“No,” I agree, letting go so her head hangs off the edge. I undo my belt and pull it from its loops. Doubling it over, I order, “Count,” then slap it down across her ass.
She cries out, her body tensing and pulling on the ropes that hold her down. “One.” She sniffs.
Whack.
“T-wo,” she stutters.
Whack.
She’s gasping, her body trembling, and I smile at the red marks across her round ass. “Three,” she counts through a sob.
Whack. I hit her upper thighs.
“F-four.” She humps the pillow underneath her hips.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow, Eve. I want you to remember this.
Every time you move, I want you to know that I’m in charge here.
That you’re my wife and that I control what you do and where you go.
Do you understand?” She could have gotten arrested tonight.
What if I hadn’t shown up at Blackout when I did?
Would she still have gotten into a fight?
I think so. My girl went out looking for trouble.
Whack. I hit her thighs once more and she buries her face in the end of the bed.
“Five.” She manages through a sob.
My eyes admire her sweat-covered body, loving the fresh bright red marks my belt left. I should do this every night. Just in case she tries to go out on the town without me. I want everyone to know she’s mine. That I’m her husband. I protect her and I own her.
I undo both ankles and she pulls on her arms thinking I’m releasing them next. “Bring your legs up underneath you,” I order and rip the pillow from under her hips. “I want your ass and cunt in the air for me to see.”
She lets out a cry of pain as she gets into the new position. I smile, knowing it’s stretching her freshly welted skin.
Undoing my zipper, I pull my hard cock out and get onto the bed, spreading her legs farther with my knees, slowly sliding into her. Loving her attempt to keep me out.
Leaning over her back, I command, “Open your mouth.” I shove my belt behind her teeth, forcing her to bite on it. Then I bring it around her head and slide the leather through the buckle, pulling it tight. I grip the excess in my hand, holding her head in place.
My other one slides between her trembling legs and feels her pussy. “You’re soaked, angel. Getting your ass spanked turned you on. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you acted out on purpose.”
She mumbles around the belt, and I smile to myself. Pulling my cock out, I look down and watch it disappear into her tight pussy.
I groan. “Fuck, Eve.” My breath catches and I pull back before slamming forward. Her back arches more, and I pull on the belt, forcing her head back. “Don’t come.” I growl. “This is about me. Not you.”
My girl acts out in order to be punished.
She knows I’m not going to take it too far.
This isn’t about hurting her. It’s about controlling her.
My free hand slaps her ass right over one of the marks from my belt, and her cunt grips me in response.
I do it again and she cries out around the belt in her mouth.
“You’re doing so good, angel,” I tell her.
“Taking my cock like a good whore.” I pull out and push forward.
“Feel your pussy sucking me in?” I do it again.
“You need me, angel.” I smack her ass again, and she begins to shake uncontrollably.
“You better not come. If you do, I’ll tie your legs down and take my belt to your ass again. ”
I’m panting and she’s crying. I pick up the pace, slamming into her cunt while my one hand holds the belt and my free hand grips her ass. My eyes drop to watch my slick cock fuck her.
Pulling my jeans up, I fasten them and then run my belt through the loops. I glance up to see her standing at the sink, staring down at her phone, her ass and thighs red from what I just did to her while my cum drips from her pussy. She didn’t get off. I’m going to make her beg me for that later.
My girl always does this. She’s able to avoid telling me what I want to know. I asked her about Adam, and she slammed her head into my face to get away from the conversation. There’s only one thing I need to know. “Do you love him?”
“What?”
I walk up behind her, turn her to face me, and her breathing accelerates. I grab her phone from her hand and place it on the counter, wanting all her attention.
I take her flushed face in my hand, forcing her eyes to mine. “Do you love him?” I repeat.
“Who?” she asks, swallowing nervously.
It doesn’t matter if she does, she’s mine. And like Sin once told me, he’d kill a brother for his wife. I’ll do the same if mine tries to take her from me. “Adam.”
That gets her attention. “No. Why would you ask that?” Her eyes search mine.
Letting go of her, I step back and push the bench back to the footboard of the bed and sit down on it.
“He called me and said you were upset, and when I tried to talk to you, you completely shut me out. You took the time to go see him but won’t talk to me about it. There has to be something there, Eve.”
“There’s nothing there. I…” She hangs her head and sighs. “I don’t remember sleeping with him.” Glancing up at me through her lashes, she sniffs. “After Evan…” She looks away. “Things started to come back to me. But even after Adam showed me the picture, I still don’t remember.”
“Picture?” I question. What the fuck does she mean by that?
Eve walks over to the dresser and opens up her clutch. Pulling out a picture, she holds it out to me.
“Adam gave you this?” I demand, looking over it. My jaw clenches. What the fuck? He didn’t tell me that he had this.
“Yeah. He said Haidyn gave it to him.”
“Haidyn has seen this?” I jump to my feet. “When?”
“Yes,” she answers softly. “Something about Isabella and blackmail. But Haidyn didn’t know that was me. Probably still doesn’t.”
I run a hand down my face and toss the picture onto the dresser, face down.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffs, and I turn to face her. Her tear-filled eyes look up at mine where she now sits on the bench. “I’m so sorry, Kash.”
I kneel in front of her, taking her hands in mine.
“It’s not your fault, Eve.” I’m not happy she’s slept with Adam, or that he has a fucking picture of it, but I don’t blame her for what she did before I found her.
What I hate most is that my brother has had the past four years of her life.
If I had just tried to find Adam, he would have led me to her. Instead I wasted time.
“Don’t you understand? If I can’t remember sleeping with Adam, there are probably others that I don’t remember.
” Her bottom lip starts to tremble. “I tried so hard to not have sex…After Dollhouse…my body…” Her shoulders shake.
“I never wanted it until you. That night on the Isabella…you saved me from that Lord. You make me feel better…about myself and what I like. I didn’t want to be a whore…
I want you to be the only man I’ve ever slept with. I’m so sorry…”
“Angel.” I sigh, get up to pull her into my lap, and sit down on the bench. “You’re not—”
“You’re the one I love,” she interrupts me, tears slowly falling down her cheeks. “I promise. It’s you, Kashton. It’s always been you…”
“It’s okay, Eve.” I try to ease her conscience as I hold her tightly to my chest.
“And tonight. That woman was talking in the bathroom with her friends about sleeping with you and getting you to knock her up—”
“That’s never going to happen.”
“It just reminded me of what I can’t give you.”
How long is she going to beat herself up with this? The rest of her life? Probably. But I understand, it’s her biggest fear. And our fears have a way of settling in the back of our minds. So whenever she thinks of it, I’ll remind her that it’s nothing to worry about.