“Come on, angel.” I stand and pick her limp body up in my arms and walk her to the garage. I put her in the passenger seat of her car and then open the garage door with the clicker that hangs on the visor.
I make my way across the street to my house and back the car up my driveway. I can’t just carry a passed-out Eve over to my house. Someone will call the cops in this neighborhood.
Once I’ve parked her car in my garage, I close the door and get her out, walking her to the basement. “Now let’s get you ready to serve your Lord,” I tell her.
Her vision starts to focus and she groans, looking around. “What?—”
I check my watch. It’s been an hour since I carried her out of her house. “Hello, angel.” I stand beside her, taking in her naked body, admiring all the bruises I’ve given her up to this point and thinking about the ones I’m going to give her today.
She blinks, her eyes skimming the room, but all she can see is the ceiling, due to how I have her strapped down.
“Kash.” She arches her neck and sucks in a deep breath. “You drugged me.”
“I won the bet,” I remind her. If this was me just waking up from sedation, I’d be on her bedroom floor, and she’d be long gone on a private jet. Probably on her way to another country.
“I can’t…” She struggles and whimpers when she pulls on the restraints.
“Can’t move?” I finish her thought. Her mind is still a little foggy. “It’s because I’ve got you tied to a table in my basement.”
Closing her eyes, she licks her lips.
“It’s okay, Eve,” I assure her, running my fingertips along her heaving chest before I wrap them around her delicate neck. I lean down when she opens her heavy eyelids, and I place my lips against hers. “I’m going to play with you.”
She lifts her head the best she can, pressing her lips to mine, and I smile when she opens up for me. My girl wants to be used. I kiss her back, pinning her neck to the table, our tongues dancing, and she moans into my mouth.
I pull away and she sucks in a ragged breath. “I’m going to finish getting you ready.”
Stepping away, I grab what I need, pour lube all over it, and then return to the side of the table. My fingers go to her pussy, and she moans while I play with it. Gently teasing her, running my fingers up and down her lips.
“Kash, please…” She trails off when I begin to push the dildo inside her, filling her cunt. Her body starts to tremble, and a soft cry fills the room.
“Perfect,” I tell her. “I filled your ass while you were out. I know how much you love to struggle when I force a butt plug in, but I had to do it before I could tie you down.” I run my fingers down her trembling legs.
She doesn’t respond, just fights the ropes.
I’ve got her lying on her back, arms tied underneath her, wrists secured in rope that is tied to the foot of the table. Her legs are spread wide, ankles secured to each corner, leaving her cunt open for me. It’s not the most comfortable position, but it’s not supposed to be.
A belt is strapped across her upper chest, another over her waist. “I made something for you,” I tell her, grabbing what I have laid out on the counter. Walking over to her face, I hold up the surprise.
Her wide eyes go from it to me and then return to the item. “You’re going to vow your life to me, Eve. And I shall do the same.”
She licks her lips. “I vow,” comes her soft voice.
I smile, pinching her nipple with my free hand, making it harden before I place the clothespin on it. I can’t stand it straight up because I’m afraid it’ll fall off, so I lay it on its side, clipping it around her nipple.
She hisses in a breath and arches her neck the best she can.
“You vow,” I say, doing the same with the other, making her cry out. My hand falls between her open legs, and I grab a hold of her outer pussy lips and hold them together with my fingers when I encourage her. “Go on.”
“We vow,” we say in unison before I place the clothespin on her cunt.
Her cry fills the basement, and I rub my hand on her thigh, loving the way her body shakes uncontrollably. I’m just getting started. “You’re doing great, angel.”
I turn on the vibrators in her ass and cunt remotely from my cell.
Going to the head of the table, I undo the latch underneath it and slowly lower the edge while I hold her head, letting her go when it hangs off the side.
She lies with her head off the edge of the wooden table, trying to control her breathing. Her sexy body is covered in a thin line of sweat. It glistens under the bright light.
