Chapter 22 Kashton
TWENTY-TWO
KASHTON
She stands there staring at me. I’m not surprised my girl agreed to my terms. I knew she would.
Eve is guarded, but she’s also not one to back down from a challenge. I’m going to push her to see how far she’ll go. Sexually and mentally. I want to see just how much of her past still controls her life now.
Adam said she’s on a revenge murdering spree because she hates men. What did they do to her that she hates them that much?
I’ve seen pictures and read reports of women who spent time at Dollhouse, but none of them survived.
What did she do differently? I can tell she’s strong.
The woman is also hardheaded and infuriating, but she’s going to be all mine.
Even if I have to keep her locked in my basement until she comes around to the idea of being my wife.
It doesn’t matter what happened in her past. I’m her future. I’m going to be her Lord. “Get undressed.”
Her eyes widen and her cell begins to shake in her hand at that thought of being so vulnerable out here. “But—”
“I give you an order, you follow,” I remind her. It’s that easy.
She nods and places her cell on the crypt behind her, flashlight up. Slowly, she grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it up and over her head, her hair cascading down over her back in the process.
“Bra and underwear. I want to see what’s mine,” I inform her, and her hand pauses before she reaches around and unclasps her bra.
Then she’s undoing her jeans, slipping out of her boots and pushing the denim down her perfectly toned legs. I’m salivating as I imagine them wrapped around my head like that night in the cathedral office.
I pick up my duffel bag and walk across the mausoleum, closing the small space, and place the bag on top of the opposite crypt.
Once she’s removed her socks and underwear, she turns to face me, her arms crossed over her chest. Her breathing has picked up, and her shoulders begin to shake. It’s rather cold outside, but even more so in here.
A gust of wind howls and tree branches scratch the outside of the structure and windows, making her jump.
I bend down and gather her clothes, tossing them onto the tomb next to my bag. “Turn around,” I command, and she quickly does so without arguing.
She rubs her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself as I unzip my bag and pull out a few things before putting her clothes in it.
“Place your hands behind your back.”
She takes a shaky breath before doing as she’s told. I tie her wrists together with a small leather belt and then grab my next item. I reach over the top of her head, gently setting the thick leather around her delicate neck, and move her hair to the side while I buckle the collar in place.
Placing my hands on her shoulders, I turn her to face me. Heavy green eyes glance up at me. I hook my finger into the collar’s silver ring and pull her body flush with mine. My free hand comes up and brushes my knuckles along her cold cheek.
“Beautiful,” I praise her. She’s fucking stunning. From the moment I saw her on the Isabella that night, I wanted this woman to be mine in every way.
“Kash?” she whispers.
“Yeah, angel?” My thumb runs over her trembling lips.
She parts them for me and wraps them around my thumb. I push it into her mouth, groaning when she sucks on it. I’m so fucking hard for her. I knew I’d find her at the cemetery. My girl is so predictable.
Pulling it free, she says, “Play with me.”
“On your knees,” I command, stepping back from her.
Without hesitation, she drops to the cold concrete and tilts her head back, glancing up at me.
She looks like a fallen angel. A beautiful woman kneeling on a dirty floor with her mouth open and hands tied.
Her chest is pushed forward and her nipples are hard.
She’s sitting and waiting patiently to be used.
My pretty angel has been trained to do so.
Instead of undoing my jeans, I just unzip them and pull my hard cock through the opening, freeing it from the constricting material.
She parts her lips, leaning forward, and I smile down at her, pushing her hair from her face. Then I slide two fingers into her waiting mouth. I push them to the back of her throat, and she gags. Pulling away, she breathes. “I’m sorry.” Her eyes are wide with fear that she’s disappointed me.
“No need to apologize, angel.” I give her a soft smile. “We’re going to work on that.” Forty-eight uninterrupted hours of my girl on her knees has pre-cum dripping from my dick.
Eve nods. “Yes, sir.”
I slap the side of her face gently and cut off her moan as I shove my fingers back into her mouth. “Open wide. Show me how much you want me to fuck your mouth, Eve.”
Adjusting herself on her knees, she parts her lips wider and sticks her tongue out farther while her eyes remain looking up at me. They look as desperate as her mouth is needy.
I stick a third finger in, and she blinks rapidly. “Come on, Eve. I want to see that pretty face covered with drool and tears. You want to make me proud, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbles as I rub them against the inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, exploring, letting her get used to the invasion.
“Such a pretty pet on your knees. Tell me you want to be used.” I remove them and slap her face again.
“Ple-ase,” she begs desperately.
I slap her once more, her other cheek this time. She responds beautifully to pain. My plan isn’t to hurt her. Just test how much she can take. And I can tell she likes it because she’s not pulling away or even flinching when I do it. “Please what?”
“Please,” she whines, shuffling on her knees. The poor thing can’t sit still. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Her shoulders tremble. “I want you to play with me.”
I smile, shoving my fingers back into her mouth, and she gags once more. I give her a tsking sound. “You’re going to spend a lot of time with your mouth full for the next two days, angel.”
She tries to nod, but she can’t with my fingers down her throat. I pull them out, and drool drips down her chin, hitting her heaving chest. I grab a hold of my dick, and her eyes grow heavier at the thought of me fucking her face.
I slide into her mouth, and she wraps her lips around me, hungry and needy for it.
I grab a hold of her hair while I force my cock down her throat. “Goddamn,” I hiss. It’s so fucking tight. “Open wide,” I tell her. “I’ll do all the work, angel. Just kneel and let me fuck you.”
Her pretty green eyes blink rapidly while she stares up at me. The sound of her gagging makes me smile. I’m going to train my girl to be such a good whore. She’s going to love to kneel for me.
I slide out, loving the way her drool drips to her heaving chest. She closes her mouth to swallow, and I slap the side of her face once more. “Leave it open, Eve. You can close it when I tell you to. The more you drool, the easier it’ll be.”
Leaning forward, she opens again for me, and I widen my stance, placing a boot on either side of her thighs.
My hand in her hair pulls her head back farther, and I watch her swallow my cock like it was made for her mouth.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me, angel.” I smile down at her, loving the tears that fill her green eyes.
She blinks rapidly, but she doesn’t pull away.
“That’s it.” I watch my drool-covered dick slide out of her plump lips and groan when I slide back into her obedient mouth.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “It feels so good.” I push to the back, the head of my cock blocking her air, and her eyes widen in panic.
Desperate for air. “Swallow, Eve,” I order, and her head fights my hold.
“Swallow it. Come on. I know you can do it.”
As she closes her eyes tightly, tears fall from her bottom lashes, but her throat tightens around my cock even more when she manages to swallow.
“Fuck,” I say, breathless while pulling out.
She coughs and sputters, body shaking. “Just like that,” I tell her.
“Again.” I push my way past her plump lips and slowly slide down her throat, listening to her gag while my pierced dick slowly disappears until there’s nothing left. “Swallow.”
She does so once more, and my dick twitches from the tightness she creates.
It was already amazing, but the motion of her throat constricting around me is incredible.
I pull out again as spit flies from her mouth and the room fills with her gasp.
“Nice and easy,” I tell her, repeating the process.
“You’re doing great, angel. Sucking my cock just how I like it. ”
The point isn’t to fuck her throat fast and hard. It’s to train her to take all of me. And that will take time. Lots of practice.
When I push down her throat once more, spit flies out from the corner of her lips before she swallows. “See.” I smile down at her, pulling my hips back and letting my cock slide out. “Look at you. You’re doing so well.”
My dick is painfully hard, and I crave my release. I’ve denied myself long enough when it comes to her. It’s my turn to get what I want, and I’m not far from it.
EVERETT
He pulls his cock free of my mouth, and I leave it open, coughing and gasping for air while his cum and my drool drips from my lips.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I whimper, trying to get air into my lungs.
He wasn’t rough like when he’s fucked my pussy before. Instead, he took his time, and I think that was worse. His heated eyes were fixed on mine with a smile on his face.
My pussy is soaked and my body is begging for him. Just like old times.
No. This is different, I remind myself.
I wanted this. Him to control me. To turn my brain off and let him have his way with me. I want to be his toy.
His finger hooks into the ring on my collar, pulling me out of my thoughts. He helps me to stand on my shaking legs, and I fall into him, unable to hold myself up. They’re numb from kneeling on the cold concrete, and I feel the blood rushing to them, making them tingle.
“Please?” I beg with tear-filled eyes. My thighs are soaked from my own wetness. My body likes to serve, but right now I need him to reward me.
“I know, angel.” He wipes my face with both hands and kisses my forehead tenderly. Just as soft as he was with my mouth. Which is screaming right now. My jaw is so sore.
He reaches into his duffel bag and removes a chain and two more leather belts. I stand waiting like a good girl while he wraps one around my upper arms and chest to rest above my breasts. The second one is placed right below my breasts.
I moan at the added restrictiveness it provides to my arms that are still secured behind my back with the belt around my wrists.
“Does that feel good?” he questions, cupping my face.
I try to pull away, but he forces my head back, and I glance up at him.
His eyes search mine. “Answer me, Eve. Does that feel good?”
I nod.
“Words,” he commands.
“Yes.” I sniff as my nose continues to run from the face-fucking he just gave me. “It feels good.” It’s as if he’s hugging me. Did he know I would like it, or is he just guessing, trying different things on me?
His hands run down over my heaving chest and begin to massage my breasts. I lean into him, unable to stop myself. My nipples are hard and aching to be touched.
I stand up on my tiptoes, wanting him to kiss me, and as his lips touch mine, his fingers pinch my nipples. I let out a cry, but he swallows it when he deepens the kiss.
At first, he’s rough—pinching and pulling while he kisses me sweet and lovingly.
He pulls away too soon, and his hands fall from my breasts.
Turning, he goes back to his bag and grabs a pair of nipple clamps.
I bounce on the balls of my feet, wanting him to toss me down on this floor and fuck my pussy.
Hell, he can tell me to spit on his dick so he can fuck my ass with no prep, and I’d do it.
He can make it hurt if that’s what he wants.
I need something, but he’s just teasing me.
That’s what you do with a toy. You play with it.
He grabs a hold of my left nipple and places the clamp on it. The sharp teeth make me hiss in a breath. “Kashton,” I cry when he does the other and allows the short chain to drop. There’s a small weight in the center of the chain that rests against my heated skin, pulling the clamps down.
He ignores me as he grabs another chain and hooks it to the ring of the collar, He holds it with one hand while the other picks up the duffel bag and starts to walk toward the door. “Come on.”
“Wait.” I stop, and he yanks me toward him. The movement has the nipple clamps biting, and it makes my pussy throb.
“Forty-eight hours, Eve,” he reminds me. “I control everything you do, and right now, you’re going to follow me. Do you understand?”
Swallowing, I nod softly. “I understand.”