Chapter 23
Devon
I left Caydence to do her thing the other day, but today is different. Today I’m waiting for her at my place. I know she’ll be coming anytime now, and so I wait.
I pace the floor in front of the door, watching her location on my phone. She doesn’t know that I have a tracking device on her phone either, but I need to know where she is at all times. I need to know that she’s safe, and this is how I’ll do that.
When I see the dot pulling into the driveway, I slide the phone back in my pocket and pull the front door open. She climbs out of the car and comes storming toward me.
“Where is it?” she yells. “Where the hell is my stuff?”
“Nice to see you too.”
“I mean it, Devon! Where’s my stuff?”
“Where it belongs.”
“Which is where?” she snaps at me. I love her like this. Angry as fuck.
“Here.”
“You moved all my stuff here? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I think we both know the answer to that,” I tell her. She knows I’m a little unhinged when it comes to her, so this shouldn’t come as a shock either.
“You can’t do this. You can’t just move me in with you!”
“I already did.”
“Fuck, Devon! What the fuck is the matter with you? You went over there, packed all my stuff, and had it brought here?”
“Basically. What you didn’t need, I left.”
“Did you ever think that maybe you should ask me if I wanted to live with you?” she yells.
“I didn’t think it would make much of a difference if I did ask,” I tell her.
“What? Why wouldn’t it? I wasn’t ready for this!” she screams angrily at me. I slide my hands into my pockets as she stomps around the room. She’s yelling and tugging at her hair, which is all very sexy to me.
“Everything you need is here,” I declare.
“You didn’t bother to ask me, Devon! I live with Megan,” she roars.
“Not anymore.”
“You know what, move it back. You don’t get to make all my decisions for me. Move it back,” she demands. That’s cute. Her thinking she can tell me what to do. Me, of all people.
“I’m not moving anything back.”
“Yeah, you are. Move it all back!”
“I already said I wasn’t doing that.”
“You don’t get to dictate my life,” she screams as she shoves at my chest. I don’t move, but at last she tries.
“This was bound to happen.”
“Was it? Maybe one day, but not this soon.”
“What’s the difference, Caydence? You’re mine. I’m never letting you go, so you might as well get used to this,” I inform her. She looks at me as if I’m insane, and I think there’s a little part of me that just might be.
“Get used to it? I’ve let a lot of shit slide, Devon. I’ve looked past things I shouldn’t have looked past for you, and now this?”
“Just calm down.” That was it. She didn’t want to hear that as she slammed into me once more. This time, I grab her wrists and tug her closer to me.
“I let you get away with a lot of shit, Caydence. I let you have your moment and throw your little fit. However, if you keep this up, I’m taking you to the basement, and I’m going to fuck the attitude right out of you,” I warn.
She laughs. She actually laughs in my face, so I make good on my word.
I lift her quickly, tossing her over my shoulder and storming down the steps. She yells and protests the entire way.
When we get to the basement, I drop her onto the bed, and she quickly tries to climb off. I’m stronger and bigger than her, so I force her back on and chain her wrists quickly. Then I move to her kicking legs and chain them as well.
“This isn’t going to work. As soon as you let me go, I’m leaving.”
“You aren’t going anywhere.”
“Yes, I am. I’m moving my shit back to my house.”
“You live with me now, Caydence. It was always bound to happen, and you know it.” I walk over and grab a knife before moving back toward her. She watches me, unsure what I’m going to do to her, but that doesn’t matter right now.
“You could have asked me,” she says, watching the blade as I lower it to her chest. I cut her shirt open and then moved to her bra.
“Asked what? If you wanted to move in? You love it here,” I remind her.
“I loved it at Megan’s house, too.”
“And now you’re here. I wanted you here, Caydence.”
“This is all too much, too fast, Devon.”
“Is it?” I ask as I cut the thin fabric of her bra. She’s wearing a skirt today, and that makes things a lot easier on me.
“I’m not ready to live with you,” she says, her tone calming slightly.
“Too bad.” I pull her panties down her legs. I reach between her legs and pull the string for her tampon, pulling it free from her body.
“Can we not do this now?” she asks.
“Fuck you? Can I not fuck you now? Give me one good reason not to,” I tell her.
“I’m bleeding.” Now I laugh.
“That means nothing to me.” I toss the tampon in the trash next to the bed before stripping out of my clothes.
“It’s going to make a mess,” she adds.
“I fucking love a little bloody mess.” I climb between her legs and grab my cock, toying with her. She watches me, the anger she felt a few minutes ago slowly leaving her. She can’t fight me. She knew she wouldn’t win.
I thrust into her and pull back out quickly. She groans.
“You want my cock now? You over your little fit?”
“Devon,” she cries, my name half pleadingly and half in warning. I shove my cock back into her and pull out again as she whines.
“Tell me you’re done,” I demand. She doesn’t, so stubborn, so I do it again. “Come on. Tell me.” She tugs at the chains holding her in place, needing to get to me, but she can’t.
“Fine. I’m done. Just please,” she concedes. I knew she would say it. I know this fight isn’t over with either, but for now, I have her begging, and that’s enough.
I thrust into her, grabbing her hips in my hands and taking her hard. There’s just enough give in the chains so I can lift her slightly and plow into her. Blood coats my cock, and I love every sick second of it.
I watch as I slide in and out of her. Her body was made to take me, and I can see it with every thrust into her.
“Devon,” she calls my name, and it’s like heaven leaving her lips.
I fuck her hard and raw until she can’t take anymore.
I fuck her until her body trembles with the need to come, and then I fuck her harder.
Her pussy clenches around me, and I know that’s it for her.
She comes crying my name, and I fill her full of me.
When I’m done, I keep my cock tucked inside of her while I lean down and press kisses to her throat.
Caydence lies still, trying to catch her breath, when I finally pull out of her.
“Unchain me.”
“I don’t think so. I think we’re going to stay like this all night,” I tell her. Her eyes open, and she looks down at me, shaking her head.
“I’m bleeding all over the bed, Devon.”
“I’ll buy a new one.”
“Are you serious? I need a tampon or a pad,” she argues.
“No, you don’t. I kind of like you like this.”
“Bleeding everywhere?”
“Spread wide open for me,” I tell her.
“Devon, please.”
“You do like to beg, don’t you, baby?”
“I can’t stay like this. It’s gross,” she adds.
“Says who? Society? No one gives a shit about what they say.” Caydence sighs as if she knows she isn’t going to win this. She pulls at the chains around her wrists, but they don’t give.
“My arms are tired,” she says. I sigh now. I climb up her body and unhook her arms and then her legs.
“Fine. We’re sleeping in our bed tonight,” I tell her.
She sits up and rubs her wrists before she moves to get off the bed.
I watch her naked body as I follow behind her.
We go up the stairs and then up to the bedroom, where she disappears into the bathroom.
I drop onto the bed with blood still coating my cock. I don’t care either way.
When she comes out, she’s wearing my shirt I’d left in there, and she’s all cleaned up.
“You don’t need panties to sleep in,” I tell her when she moves to the dresser hunting for her things. She pulls a pair out anyway and slides them on before moving toward me.
“Are we going to talk about this like adults?” she asks me.
“No. What’s done is done.”
“Devon, come on.”
“I mean it. No more discussions, Caydence. I did what I did, and you live here now.” She sighs, but she doesn’t keep going with it. Instead, she climbs onto the bed and lies on the pillow. I lay next to her and run my fingers through her hair.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“This is crazy,” she says.
“But it’s for the best,” I remind her.
“How so?”
“Because I want you with me all the time. I want you in my bed every night. After the first night sleeping with you, it didn’t feel right when you weren’t next to me. I don’t sleep as well when you’re not here,” I admit to her.
“You mean it?” she asks, turning her head to look at me. I nod my head.
“Yeah, I mean it. Everything seems to fall into place when you’re here, Caydence. Everything makes sense to me.”
“What do you mean?” I brush her hair behind her ear and smile at her.
“I mean, I love you, Caydence.”