Chapter 19
Devon
Caydence. Caydence. Caydence.
She has been on my mind non-stop, just as she always is, but things are different now. She’s rethinking this, rethinking me, and I can’t let that happen.
I sent her a text telling her to come to my house, that I had a surprise for her. She asked if it was another body because she wasn’t coming if it was. I laughed and assured her it wasn’t.
Now I wait on her in nothing but a pair of jeans that hang low on my hips and my baseball cap on backward. I pace the front hall, waiting for her to get here, knowing she’s going to be in for the time of her life tonight.
When I finally hear the knock, I walk over and pull the door open. She stands there in her oversized t-shirt, fiddling with the hem as if she’s nervous about being here.
“Glad you’re here,” I tell her, motioning for her to come inside. She walks in, and I close the door behind her, locking it up tight.
“You invited me,” she muses.
“I did. And with good reason,” I tell her as I step up next to her. I wrap my hand around her waist and lead her down the hall toward the basement door. I can feel her tense when I pull it open and wait for her to go first.
She looks over her shoulder at me as she starts down the stairs. I can understand her worry, but at the same time, she doesn’t need to worry about me hurting her.
When we reach the bottom, I flip the light on, and immediately she begins to look around.
“What the hell is this?” she asks, knowing exactly what this is.
“I’ve read your books, Caydence. All of them. Some of them twice to make sure I had everything correct,” I admit to her. She spins quickly to face me, and I can see the shock in her eyes.
“You what?”
“I read them. I wanted to know what made you wet. What things got you excited,” I explain to her.
“You realize those aren’t real?”
“Aspects of them are fiction, yes, but others are certainly real, baby. You can like having things done to you in real life.” She shakes her head, but I just grin at her.
I know what she likes. As I said, I’ve read all her little books, so I knew what to do to her.
How to please her more than just with my cock.
“This is … this is crazy,” she says, motioning to the room.
“Is it? Or are you intrigued?” She turns around and looks at everything once more as I step up behind her and wrap my hands around her waist, tugging her back into me.
“I read this stuff, Devon. I don’t know if I like it being done to me,” she admits.
“Fair enough. We’re going to find out.” I flip the button on her jeans and drag them down her legs along with her panties. Then I step in front of her and pull her shirt over her head before removing her bra. I’m a little surprised she hasn’t tried to stop me, but as I said, I know what she wants.
I lean down and kiss her before taking her hand and walking her across the room to the giant X.
“Turn around,” I order her. She turns to face me, and I back her against it, taking her wrist and securing it to one of the top arms before doing the same to the other. Then I drop to my knees and secure her ankles the same way.
When I stand up, I step back and take her in. I wasn’t sure just how fucking sexy she would look being strung up for me like this, but I do like it.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I tell her. Her cheeks turn pink when I walk over, grab the knife off the table, and move back in front of her. I raise it in my hand, pressing the tip to my finger.
“I wasn’t sure how I felt about doing this to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to give you everything you want, but the idea of knives being so close to your delicate flesh bothered me a little,” I admit.
“You don’t plan on cutting me, right?” she asks, her voice slightly shaking. I smile at her.
“I’d never hurt you in a bad way,” I reassure her. She licks her lips, wanting this. I know she does. I don’t even need to hear her say the words. I step into her, placing the knife at her throat and watching her swallow hard.
“Devon. Have you done this before?”
“No.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“Oh, we’re going to. I’m going to have you begging me for my cock tonight, Caydence.
” Her eyes meet mine as I press the tip against her flesh.
She gasps as I slowly drag it down between her breasts.
I don’t press hard enough to cut her, just enough that she feels it.
And judging by the way her chest is rising and falling, she loves it.
I keep moving the knife lower and lower until I’m at her pubic bone. Then I flip it in my hand and press the handle against her pussy. Caydence tries to move, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
I slip the handle inside her, and she gasps loudly.
Then I get to work, fucking her with the handle of the blade, watching her face the whole time.
Her chest is rising rapidly, but her eyes stay on mine.
I keep going as I lean in and press my lips to her neck.
I can feel her pulse racing, telling me that she truly is loving this.
“You’re a sick little girl, aren’t you?” I ask before biting softly at her neck. Caydence moans louder this time, and I run my tongue along the spot I bit.
When I pull back, I watch her. The way her eyes slowly fall closed, her head falling back. She looks so fucking perfect like this right now.
I keep the knife moving before I lower my head and bite her nipple between my teeth. It was harder than I intended, but she screams my name just the same.
“You like that? Hmm?” I ask her before doing it again. Once more, she cries out my name, and I love every second of it. I pull the knife free and press it into her thigh hard enough to draw a speck of blood.
“Devon,” she cries my name. I drop to my knees and run my tongue over the wound I just made, and her thighs begin to tremble. This is how I wanted her tonight. Writhing for me. Needing me. Wanting me.
I drop the knife to the floor and spread her pussy open. Then I slide my tongue through the wetness and over her clit. Her back arches at the pleasure she feels while I do it over and over again.
Before I know what’s happening, she’s basically riding my face. I know she’s close, too, but she isn’t coming in my mouth tonight. I want her all over my cock instead.
“Not tonight, baby. You’re going to come all over my cock,” I tell her.
“Devon, please. I need it,” she whines.
“Beg harder.”
“Please. I need to come, Devon. I’m so close.”
“Where do you need to come?” I ask, teasing her a little more.
“All over your cock. Just please, let me come. Please.” I reach between her legs and flick her clit a few times, and watch as her body jerks. Tears roll down her cheeks as I unbuckle her ankles and then her wrists. Her hand drops between her legs, and she begins to play with herself. I groan.
“Fuck, Caydence. That’s hot,” I tell her while she tries to drag herself closer to the edge. Before she can get that far, I slap her hand away, and she whines.
“Please, Devon.”
“You’re going to come, baby. I’m going to fuck the orgasm right out of you,” I tell her. I shove her to the floor and then drop down with her. I get her on her hands and knees and then line up behind her, thrusting deep the first try.
I grab her hips in my hands and pound into her from behind. Caydence is moaning and panting, and I know she wants this release badly.
I continue fucking her harder, faster, deeper. Then I feel her clench and her body tense.
“That’s it. Cover my cock like a good girl. You know you want to.” A cry rips from her lips as she milks my fucking cock so good. I can’t hold back either as I fill her full of me.
I keep pumping my hips as she rides wave after wave of pleasure, but I want more. I need more.
So I slip my hand around her and find her clit. I collect some of her wetness on my fingers and get to work on her clit. I circle it, toy with it until she can’t take any more. Her pussy spasms around me, keeping me tightly locked inside her.
“Shit, baby. Fucking do it again,” I growl at her. My hips slow down as I keep fingering her clit. The more I can pull out of her, the more I want. This need for her is never going to be enough, no matter how many times I fuck her.
When she’s gasping for air, I pull my hand away and allow her to calm down. Her upper body hits the floor, but I keep my cock tucked away inside her until that fucker is soft. Only then does it fall free, and the rest of her body follows.