Chapter 20
Caydence
Sweat drips down my temples as I lie here on the floor. Devon scoots closer to me, running his fingers up and down along my back. It feels so good, but so did everything he did to me.
I wasn’t sure I would like that, but I did. I know I read about it, but having it done to me was different. It was exciting and enthralling. The high I felt was like nothing else in the world.
“You glad you came?” he asks, and I smile.
“Very glad.”
“So you enjoyed that?”
“More than I thought I would,” I admit.
“Good. That was just the beginning. I have so much more planned for you and that sexy body of yours,” he tells me. A chill runs down my spine, and I can’t help but smile at his words.
“Did you really read the books?” I ask him curiously, not sure if he was telling the truth or not.
“Yeah, I did. The whole gun sex thing? Not happening,” he adds.
“Didn’t like that?”
“The idea that it could actually go off kind of turned me off of that.”
“And the other stuff?”
“The other stuff I can manage. Tying you up. Locking you in position with the seatbelt. Choking you. Wearing a mask for you. I can do all that and more,” he adds. The mask sends a chill through me, thinking about the masked man who watches me.
“I’ve never had anyone do those things to me,” I tell him truthfully. I’ve only ever read about them.
“And now you’re going to live your fantasies right here with me,” he says. I like the idea of Devon being the one to do them to me. I honestly think that if anyone can pull it off, he can.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Don’t thank me. If a book can make you hot, I can make you hotter.” He’s right. I did enjoy reading about it, but actually having him do it to me was so much better. I’ve never felt anything like that before.
We lie here, his fingers roaming over my back but staying as close to me as possible. It’s nice just being in the moment with him.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask.
“You want more? I still have paddles, beads, and ass plugs.” I laugh a little.
“Are we just going to stay in the basement all night?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“I bet you wouldn’t.”
“I’m not sure, but I think you enjoyed that fucking you got,” he teases.
“You like it when I beg you, don’t you?” Devon sighs before answering.
“It’s like a sick fucking power trip. Having you beg me for what you want. Hearing you say the words. Knowing I’m the one in charge of your pleasure.”
“I can do it more often.”
“I planned on making you.” Now I laugh once more as Devon pulls away and stands. I roll onto my side and glance up at him. He holds his hand out to me, and I gladly take it.
“Let’s take a bath,” he suggests. He helps me to my feet and ignores our clothes.
He leads me back out of the basement and up the stairs to the main floor before heading up another flight to the second floor.
I’ve never been to his house before today, and I must say it’s a nice house.
Not as big as his dad’s, but nothing small either.
Once we walk into what I assume is his room, I stop, causing Devon to jerk to a halt too. He glances over at me and then follows my gaze to the wall.
“When did you take that?” I ask, knowing damn good and well that wasn’t taken since we’ve been together.
“A while ago.”
“I haven’t worn that jacket since we’ve been together, Devon.”
“You think I didn’t notice you until then? I’ve seen you before, Caydence.” On the wall is a picture of me. I’m not looking at the camera, but I’m smiling at someone. It had to be Megan. It’s such a candid photo.
“And you took that?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I like looking at beautiful things, and I needed something to jerk off to until I got you here,” he laughs. I can’t pull my eyes away from the picture. I can’t believe he took that, and I didn’t even know it.
“I …”
“Are you angry?”
“No. It’s just weird,” I tell him. He pulls my hand to his lips and presses a kiss before dragging me along to the bathroom. He begins to fill the tub, sitting me on the edge while the water runs.
“Is it really bothering you that much?” he asks, standing in front of me naked.
“No. I just wasn’t expecting it,” I admit. He nods his head, and as soon as the water is ready, he ushers me in. He climbs into the opposite side and sits across from me.
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he urges.
“You seem to know everything.”
“I’m sure there’s something I don’t know,” he adds. I shrug.
“I’m pretty sure you know everything,” I tell him. He nods his head and stares at me. “What about you? What don’t I know about you?” I ask, changing the subject.
“I’ll be honest and answer any questions you have, Caydence, but there are some things that are off limits,” he replies.
“Such as?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“The dead guy,” I mumble, not wanting to say it too loudly. Devon nods his head. I kind of figured that would be a subject we wouldn’t be talking about.
“It scared you.”
“Shouldn’t it?”
“No. I was fixing a wrong. I was making it right,” he tells me.
“At first, I wasn’t sure how to get past it. I saw what you did, and I couldn’t believe I was seeing it. Then I thought about it, and it made sense in a way. You were trying to do right by me.”
“Remember you said that, Caydence.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, keep that in mind later.”
“You’re going to do it again,” I gasp this time. Something devilish crosses his features, and he doesn’t need to answer. I can see it all over his face. He is planning on killing again, but who?
“Don’t ask me questions you really don’t want the answers to, Caydence,” he warns as if he could read my mind.
I nod my head, and we both sit in silence.
I don’t know what else to say to him. He’s all but admitted he’s going to kill again, and I’m still sitting in his bathtub.
What kind of sick fuck does that make me?