“Just lie there and come all over yourself, angel. That’s all I want you to do for me, okay?”
She can’t speak as I move to her head, and her heavy eyes glance up at me. I take a new piece of rope and make a slipknot around her hair as if it’s aponytail holder and tighten it. Then I make a loop, pulling the hair through it, successfully making a Lark’s head hair tie.
Taking the remaining rope, I tie it underneath the table, securing her head in place. “Beautiful,” I tell her, running my hand over her exposed body. Her arms are secured underneath her, legs spread wide and head hanging off the edge. “I’m going to prove to you, angel, that you were made for me.”
Unzipping my bag, I toss what I want onto the table between her trembling legs. I grab the gag first and walk to where her head dangles off the end. “Open wide for me, Eve.” I slide the metal into her left cheek, and she whimpers when I do the same with the right cheek. “Just a little more.” I tell her as I push the metal, clicking it a few more times.
Her muffled cry fills the room, and spit covers her face when she tries to arch her back, making the table shake.
“You’re okay, Eve.” I run my knuckles down her exposed neck. “This isn’t about sucking my cock. It’s about fucking your throat.” I feel her pulse race, and I smile down on her. “I can’t wait for you to show me how good you’ve gotten at it.”
Her heavy green eyes fall closed and her body tenses, the clothespins on her nipples moving slightly. “That’s it, Eve. Come all over that toy for me.”
Picking up the lube, I pour it over my hard cock and slide it into her open mouth. “My pretty angel.” I grip her delicate neck. “I’m going to make you my filthy whore.” Pushing to the back of her throat, I feel my cock bulge, and her body jerks the table violently. “Fuck,” I groan, pulling out and sliding back in.
Slowly, I watch my pierced dick disappear down her throat.
“That’s it.” I pull out and hear her gasp. Then I do it again.
I set a slow and steady pace, allowing her to breathe while the vibrator in her cunt gets her off.
This isn’t a race. I want her to remember this moment. A reminder that she belongs to me forever. There is no way out.
I look up to take in her body. It’s trembling, her muscles tense as she pulls on the ropes that secure her in place. “Are you counting, angel?” I ask.
I pull out of her mouth and remove the clothespin from her right nipple at the same time.
A mumbling scream comes from her pretty lips. “It’s more painful when you remove them,” I inform her. Burying my cock back in her mouth, I clip the clothespin back on her nipple and feel her throat work on a whimper.
“Fuck, angel.” I groan, feeling my balls tighten.
Pulling out, I come all over her drool-covered face and exposed neck. I quickly remove the gag and then the clothespins on her nipples, hearing her cry out. Then I do the same with her pussy and remove the vibrator.
“Good girl,” I praise her, holding up the cum-covered egg. “That’s my girl.” I untie her and pick up her limp body and carry her upstairs.
THIRTY-EIGHT
EVERETT
He played me, and I fucking let him.
Kashton knew my next move just by reading my face. I was going to knock his ass out and run for it. Get the hell away from here. To save him. Instead, he challenged me, and I lost. Fair and square.
You’ll make the perfect dolly.
You’ll make the perfect whore. His words were like a knife to my chest. It made me angry. I had to fight. To show him that he didn’t own me. He won. I lost.
He may marry me, but I’ll be nothing more than a toy to him. I’ll never be known as a Lady in our world, and I’ll never get to be a mother in mine.
I sit on the end of my bed, gulping down a water while Kashton rushes around my house. He brought me home after he was done fucking my face and gave me a bath. I sat there in the tub in silence while he washed my hair and his cum off my trembling body.
Everything hurts, including my still burning nipples and pussy lips. I already want him to fuck me again, and it’s giving me mixed feelings. I’m not sure if that’s progress or regression.
I didn’t feel the need to vomit afterward, so maybe progress is the correct answer.
I look over the clothespins in my hand. Who knew something so small could be so powerful? Each one has one of the vows writtenin his handwriting.
They appear to look like any other wooden clothespin, but the ends have been dipped in something rough to cause pain when used.
