Chapter 23 Kashton #2
He laughs softly. “Yeah. Thank you, by the way. For taking her.”
“I can help anytime,” I tell him. Still not sure what she had an appointment for, but it’s none of my business anyway. If they need me, I’ll do whatever, no questions asked.
“How are you doing?” I haven’t seen him in a while, so I’m going to get as much information out of him as possible.
“Fine,” he answers too quickly.
“Are you having hallucinations from the founders’ enhancements?”
He drops his head, looking down at the ground, and sighs. “They come and go.”
“Want to talk about it?” I’ve always been the single Spade brother who is willing to talk about his feelings. The others never have. I get it. We’re raised to not have any. I just never understood why it was better to not show them.
“I—”
“You two going to fucking move or what?”
We both glance over to see a truck now parked behind me. “Excuse me?”
“Fucking move! You’ve been sitting talking like two bitches for ten minutes.”
“There are other pumps you can use,” I say, gesturing around to the other available pumps.
“If you don’t move in five seconds, I’m going to run your fucking bike over.” He slaps the side of his door as if to prove a point.
“Go ahead. I’ll shove the leftover pieces up your ass,” Sin tells him with a smile.
The driver’s door opens, and the man jumps out. He could be Haidyn’s twin in size and height, if not a little taller. Wearing denim overalls and a hat that says Try Me.
Careful what you wish for.
The passenger door opens, and another man jumps out with a fucking baseball bat.
Sin glances at me, his smile growing. “Knew this would come in handy.” He picks up the helmet that sits on the seat of his bike and swings at the guy who is now running toward him.
I don’t get to see the rest because the second guy knocks me to the ground.
Sirens blare in the distance.
“Thanks for making my day, fucker.” Sin kicks the one at his feet.
I remove my cell from my back pocket and make a quick call.
“Is this you calling to apologize?” he asks in greeting.
“Sin and I are about to get arrested,” I tell Tyson as the sirens grow closer. The clerk came out a minute ago and screamed for us to stop before he ran back inside to hide and call the cops.
“Jesus Christ. You two—”
“Call your detective,” I interrupt him.
“Kash—”
“See you soon.” I hang up when the flashing lights pull into the gas station. Three police cars come to a screeching halt. Sin and I raise our hands while both guys whine, rolling around on the dirty ground.
I could pull the Lords card, but I’m not in the mood for that. Not when Tyson has a connection that could get us out of it.
All officers exit their cars with guns trained right at us. “Lie on the ground. Face down,” one orders.
“Can I have my phone call before you take us in?” I joke.
“On the ground. Hands behind your back,” he commands.
“Guess that’s a no.” Sin chuckles.
We both slowly get to our knees, lie down, and do as they say. We’re cuffed and shoved into different cop cars.
I watch the man in uniform pull out his cell as he walks around our bikes.
EVERETT
The two days I spent with Kashton fucked me up. Physically, I’ve got bruises. Mentally, I’m drained and confused.
I’ve tried to talk myself down. Given myself every reason in the book as to why it was okay, but it’s not enough.
It was disgusting how desperate I was. How much I begged to be treated like a dog. I even had a collar and leash to complete the act. All I was missing was a butt plug with a tail and a dog bowl that said Good Girl on it. But I didn’t need that because he hand-fed me.
Degradation is a kink we learned to crave at Dollhouse. No one can understand the extent they went to in order to make us need something so bad we feared we may die without it.
Then the drugs. Fuck, the drugs controlled our thoughts and bodies. There’s no winning against them.
Everything was stacked against us. Stripped of not only our clothes but also our dignity—body and mind. We were no longer ourselves. We were who they wanted us to be—sex slaves.
I sit in my bathtub, sipping on a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Sinatra Century Tennessee Whiskey, trying to recover from Kashton. His hands, his cock, his words…they all controlled me for those forty-eight hours.
He steps out of the mausoleum, holding the door for me. In my bare feet, I walk down the two steps and onto the dead grass littered with small twigs. They dig into my feet, but it’s my throbbing pussy that has me whimpering.
I shiver when the cold wind blows my hair around.
He drops his bag and the leash to my collar.
I wait patiently like a good, trained pet while he digs through his bag and then stands when he finds what he needs.
Stepping behind me, he gathers my hair and ties it at the nape of my neck with a rubber band, getting it out of my face the best he can.
Then he picks up the bag and the leash.
“Kashton.” I lick my lips nervously. “Where are we going?” I never thought of asking where we’re going to spend these next forty-eight hours, but I can’t move my arms, and I’m standing naked outside in the middle of the night. Where could we possibly be going?
“To the cathedral,” he answers. “Lead the way, angel.”
He followed behind me, leash in hand, while I walked through the cemetery, down the hill, and back to the cathedral.
He let me lead him like an obedient pet.
My head was high, and my clamped nipples pushed out like I was a proud dog whose owner was taking her out for an evening walk.
The only thing I didn’t do was squat and piss in the grass.
A single tear runs down my cheek, and I take another swig from the whiskey bottle as my mind reminds me of who I really am. Pathetic.
We enter the cathedral and he leads me up the stairs at the back. My legs still shake, and my arms have gone numb. I can’t feel anything but my throbbing pussy, and it aches for him. I’ll take anything. His mouth, his dick, or his fingers. I just need to come.
He pushes a big wooden door open and allows me to enter first. It’s a bedroom. The only one in the cathedral. It’s massive. Big four-poster bed, old wooden floors, and stained-glass windows.
It’d be beautiful if not for the story behind it. “Are you going to fuck me now?” I ask, unable to hide the longing in my voice.
He drops his bag and turns to face me. Slowly he reaches around and removes the rubber band and lets my hair fall over my back. Hooking his pointer finger into the chain of the nipple clamps, he gently pulls me forward.
I trip over my own feet, hissing in a breath at the sting when I step forward.
“Fuck you?” He frowns, but his eyes tell a different story. They’re amused. He’s silently laughing at me.
My pulse races at the thought of him not letting me get off. Is this a punishment? “Please, Kash. I need—”
“I told you I was going to play with you, Eve.” He interrupts my pleas.
“This isn’t about your needs.” I whimper, and it grants me a smirk that I would do anything for.
“It’s about mine. The only hole of yours I’m going to be fucking is your pretty face.
Over and over. You will wear as much of my cum as you will swallow. ”
I part my lips at the mention of him fucking my throat. It’s still so sore, but I’m ready to go again. To show him how good I can be.
He rewards me with a smile and continues. “Right now, I need you to be a good little pet.” I rub my shaking thighs together, knowing that’s probably all I’m going to get for the next two days. “Kneel,” he orders. His tone is authoritative, leaving no room to argue or disobey.
I fall to my knees on the old hardwood floor, my head hanging as angry tears fill my eyes. But my head is lifted when he pulls my collar. I see him wrap the end of the leash around a hook on the wall. It forces me to keep my head up.
He steps away, picks up his bag, and starts going through it while he leaves me here to wait for him. And I will, because that’s what I was trained to do.
I take another drink from the bottle. A bigger one than last time.
Fuck, I’m such a stupid bitch.
Have you ever hated someone with all you have? You don’t even know why you dislike them, just that you can’t stand the sight of them. The sound of their voice makes you cringe and the way they laugh makes your ears bleed.
That’s how I feel about myself.
I don’t even know who I am anymore. I knew on the Isabella that Kashton would fuck my life up if given the chance, and I gave him one. Forty-eight uninterrupted hours with me, and he tore every piece of me away that I’ve spent building up over the past six years.
Tipping back the whiskey, I go to take another drink, but it’s empty. Sitting up, I throw it across the bathroom, and it hits the wall, shattering across my floor.
“Fuck!” I scream.
Falling back into the tub, I stare up at my ceiling, trying to gain my composure and slow my racing heart.
I can’t see him again. That’s all there is to it.
I have to cut him out of my life. But how?
He’s made it very clear that he won’t leave me alone.
And why would he? I’m giving him everything he wants.
My body, my mind. I’m sure he’s out fucking another stupid bitch right now.
Or he’s at Carnage laughing with his brothers about what I did for him while I’m here, unable to get him out of my mind.
Sitting up once again, I grab a towel and dry my hands. Then I pick up my cell and call the one person who can help me. I place it on speakerphone and set it down when it starts to ring.
“Hey, I’ll probably lose you,” Adam greets me.
“I—”
“I was going to call you as soon as I got service, but I’ll go ahead and tell you now. You’ve got a job tonight. You should be getting the info within the hour,” he rushes out.
I was going to take him up on his offer. Ask him to get me out of town. To take me as far away from here as he can. I can work anywhere. There are shit people all over this world who need to be killed for the disgusting shit they do to those they see as easy targets.
“Eve?” he barks. “Everything okay? You there?” When I don’t answer fast enough, I hear him talking to someone else. “I think I lost her…my service sucks.”
“I’m here,” I say roughly, clearing my sore throat.
“Eve? Can you hear me?”
I blink rapidly to keep the angry tears at bay. “Yeah. I can hear you.”
“Okay. Perfect. The information is on its way. Good luck and be safe. Text me when it’s done.” Click.
He hangs up, and I slide farther down into the tub, feeling my chest tighten.
The thought of drowning myself enters my mind.
But it could be days before I’m found, and I just don’t want to lie in cold bathwater until someone comes looking for me.
By someone, I mean either Adam or Bill. No one else will care.
That’s not true. Kashton knows where I live. He made that very clear when he showed up in my basement and fucked me. He wants me to know that I can’t escape him.
My phone beeps, signaling a text, and I know it’s my job. The information I need for tonight. I decide I might as well do something productive rather than lie here wallowing in self-pity. One more night and one less bastard in this world.
I’m the one who did this to myself. I could have told Kashton no. Made him force me to be his whore if he wanted to watch me beg to be fucked that badly.
I hate that the thought excites me. That not having a choice turns me on more than anything.
Even as I kneeled at his feet, tied up and collared while he fucked my mouth, my pussy was dripping for him.
Forty-eight hours later, I could take his large, pierced cock down my throat like I had been doing it for years.
“That’s it…good girl…fuck, angel…look at how well you’re doing.”
He praised me while I drooled all over myself like a dog forced to stare at their food while they wait for their owner to give them permission to eat it. And fuck, did I eat it. Swallowed it whole.
My phone beeps again, and I ignore it, sliding into the hot bathwater until it’s up to my chin. Closing my eyes, I bend my knees and slide under it to wet my hair. I’ll do my job and then I’ll get the hell out of town.
Decision made.