Chapter 13 Everett #3
“Good girl,” he praises me, securing my wrists in the cuffs.
The sound of them clicking in place is deafening as they secure my hands behind my back.
There’s no going back. No escaping them.
I hate that it feels like home. I spent so much time like this and have allowed him to knock me back years in a matter of seconds.
I should be ashamed. Pathetic and weak.
“Face me.”
I bow my head, doing as I’m told. He’s sitting down on the couch once more, and I stare at his jeans. My body shakes, my breathing is labored, and my heart is pounding.
He leans forward, dropping his hand to my ankle, and gently touches his tatted knuckles to my skin.
I jump from the initial contact. I immediately find his eyes, remembering his rule.
When I’m touching you, you look at me. He doesn’t look surprised or amused by my unease.
He slowly runs his knuckles up the inside of my thigh while staring up at me.
My legs tremble at the softness. The tenderness in his touch. I’m waiting for a slap or to be thrown onto the floor. He glances over my heaving chest, my hard nipples.
“Kashton,” I whisper, though I’m not even sure why I said it or what I want to say.
“Yeah, angel?” He runs two fingers over my pussy, and my hips rock forward on their own.
That burning sensation covers my skin. As if I’ve been doused with gasoline and lit on fire. I’m fucking sweating standing here in nothing other than my heels while trying to catch my breath.
“You’re soaked, Eve.” He pushes two fingers between my legs but doesn’t enter my pussy. He doesn’t have to. “Just like the last time I had you naked.” Pulling his hand back, he runs his fingers down my inner thigh, leaving a trail of wetness, almost daring me to deny it.
Dropping his hand, he undoes his belt and slides it free from his jeans in a full, smooth swoop.
“Straddle my legs,” he orders, and I slide onto the couch, forcing my shaking legs farther apart to do as he says. I’m embarrassed by how sweaty my legs are against the roughness of his jeans. “Why are you shaking, Eve?” he asks.
I can’t answer. My tongue is too heavy.
“Hmm? I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to play with you.”
I whimper, and he smiles, placing the belt around my neck and looping it through the buckle before pulling it tight. I swallow to see how much space he leaves me to breathe. Not much, and it makes me moan.
“You’re gorgeous, Eve,” he says in awe as his fingers slowly circle my hard nipple. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
He’s going to ruin me, and I’m going to let him. Why? Because it feels good to be wanted. The way those butterflies flutter in my stomach has me dripping for him. Literally. My pussy is staining his jeans while I straddle him.
This is what we’re groomed for. Sex. Even he was raised to be this way. Dominant and controlling. To think with his dick. I haven’t had sex in years, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he got his dick sucked this morning.
Taking the excess belt that hangs down my exposed chest and stomach, he positions it so the warm leather lies down my bare back. The buckle is now at the nape of my neck. “Up on your knees.” He slaps the side of my shaking thigh.
I wiggle my way up onto my knees so my head is above his, and he lowers his body into the couch. He’s practically lying down in the new position. One hand grips my ass while the other fists the belt around my neck. It forces me to look up at the ceiling as it tightens.
My lips part and I suck in a ragged breath.
Then I feel his tongue on my pussy. My hips rock forward, and a shudder runs through me. “Kash—”
The belt tightens more, and it takes away my ability to breathe, let alone speak. My cuffed hands fist and my eyes close, but my hips rock back and forth as his tongue slowly licks at me like I’m a sucker he wants to savor.
KASHTON
I hold on to the belt while my other hand releases her ass and moves between her legs. I finger her soaked cunt while my mouth sucks on her clit. She makes unintelligible noises while she rides my face.
Fuck, she tastes so good.
I saw the look in her eyes. The fear of what I was going to do to her and her yes, sir response. It was the same on the Isabella. I knew she had been abused in the past. I’m not saying that I’m not going to use her for my own pleasure, but I want her to enjoy it too.
Her thighs squeeze my head as she pushes her hips forward and I pull her back with my belt wrapped around her neck. I let go and she gasps, sucking in a deep breath.
“Tell me how you feel, Eve,” I order, wanting to make sure she’s present. The last thing I want is for her to wander off somewhere else.
“So…good,” she moans, her hips rocking once more.
I’m so hard for her. Have been for weeks. I’m just waiting… “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please,” she answers. “I want you to make me come.”
I tilt my head to the side and gently kiss her shaking thigh.
Then I sink my teeth into it, making her cry out before sucking her skin into my mouth, making sure to leave not only teeth marks but a bruise as well.
She’ll remember me when I leave her here on the couch, naked, with cum leaking from her pussy.
Pulling away, I smile, satisfied, and move to her other thigh. Again, she’s screaming, and I wish I could fuck her. But I’m not going to. Not tonight. She might think this is all about her, but it’s not. It’s me marking my territory. I might as well tattoo my name on her.
I pick her up and toss her onto her back on the couch. She cries out once more when she lands on her cuffed wrists, and I grip her thighs in my hands, shoving them wide open so I can see her pussy. It’s a pretty pink color and glistening. Just begging for my cock to fuck it.
Kneeling next to the couch, I pull her closer to me and throw her legs over my shoulders, burying my face between them.
I don’t stop. I finger, suck, lick, and bite every inch of her while she begs, screams, and pleads to come. And she does. All over my face.
“Good girl,” I praise her when I stand to my full height.
She’s gasping and trembling more than before while she lies there spent before me. Six years I’ve dreamed of this, and the reality is better than I ever imagined.
I run my hands down her sternum, loving the way she looks.
Out of breath, cum covering her swollen cunt, while wearing nothing but her heels.
The tips of my fingers run over a butterfly tattoo on her hip.
It covers up the three lines I remember her having.
She flinches at the touch. Just like she did before.
There’s a story there that I’ll save for later.
“You did good, angel,” I tell her. Then I roll her to her side, facing the couch, remove the key from my pocket, and undo the cuffs. “Next time I’ll make you work for it.”
She whimpers, rolling onto her back, bringing her hands to rest on her chest.
“I’ll see you soon.” I give her a kiss on the forehead and then unlock the door.
Exiting, I see Alex in the hallway. He looks up from his phone when he hears me and tries to glance into the room, but I shut the door quickly so he doesn’t see her naked on the couch.
“Thanks for the help. Now go home,” I tell him. I knew she’d unlock the door and try to run. I needed her to think she was cornered, and it worked.
He nods with a chuckle. “Let me know if you need me again.”