I want to please him. To prove to him that I’m worth it. In our world, we’re only as good as what we can be while lying on our backs.
Make me your whorecomes to mind.
“There’s a purple toy. See it?”
“Yeah.” I reach in and pick it up. It’s small, with what looks like a tail on the end. I’ve never used toys on myself before. They were always used for training at Dollhouse. I have to remind myself that this isn’t Dollhouse, and Kashton isn’t punishing me.
“Grab it, along with the handcuffs,” he orders.
“Okay.” I pick up the cold metal. They’re the real deal, and I don’t see a key to them in the drawer.
“There are two black belts that have rubber spikes on them. Grab them both as well.”
I pick them up and swallow nervously.Spikes?“Got them.”
“Now walk to the laundry room.”
I frown at the command. “Why?”
He huffs, clearly irritated that I questioned what he told me to do, but he indulges my concern. “Because the neighbor was outside and the front double doors are glass. He can see inside, and he knows you’re there. Now…go to the laundry room.”
I shut the drawer and make my way back to the laundry room right off the garage. It’s large, with two sets of washers and dryers, a folding island, and floor-to-ceiling cabinets for storage. “I’m in the laundry room,” I tell him, glancing around. I can tell the man has never done a load of laundry here. Not a single item on the counters, and I bet the cabinets are empty as well.
“Get undressed. Everything except for your heels.”
I place him on speakerphone before setting my cell on the floor next to where I stand. I remove my shirt and bra, then slide out of my skirt and underwear, standing in nothing but my Louboutins. My legs shake, but my pussy is soaked. Of course, that could be his cum leaking out of me from this morning.
“Okay,” I say and run my sweaty hands down my bare thighs. I’m shuffling in my Dolly 160mm leather pumps. All of a sudden, they feel uncomfortable. I want to remove them, but only because he told me to keep them on.
“Take the belts and wrap each one around your upper thighs. The spikes go on the inside. Make sure to cinch them tight.”
“Oh-okay.” I hate that my voice shakes. I was so confident earlier when I called him. Now I’m a trembling mess.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and my thighs tighten. “Let me know when they’re on.”
I pick up the first one and wrap it around my upper thigh. It’s not leather, but a mesh type of fabric with what looks like soft rubber spikes along the inside. I pull it tight and buckle the first one. It doesn’t feel all that bad. A little pinch here and there, but nothing unbearable. Then I repeat the second one. “They’re on.” I lick my lips as both belts start to sting at every little movement I make.
“Kneel in front of the door that leads to the garage,” he commands, and my heart races.
I slowly get to my knees and whimper when the cold marble hurts. The new position also pulls the belts tighter, the spikes biting into my flesh.
“Place the vibrator inside of your cunt, angel. I know you’re wet enough to slide it in.”
I bow my head and suck in a shaky breath. “Yes, sir.” Picking up the purple toy, I rub it back and forth over my pussy, enjoying the pain from the spikes. He knows I’ve been trained to get off on it. I hate how much I like that he thought of me when buying these.
Doubt fills my mind, and I think that they were for another girl he’s fucked. Someone he planned on living a life with. Are all these for me? Whoelse would they be for? Does he have other women over here while I’m at home across the street?
Maybe he’s had them for years and I’m not the first to use them?
“Talk to me, Eve,” comes his voice, as if he knows what I’m thinking, more soothing than before. “Tell me how wet you are. How much you want me to play with you.”
My cheeks blush with embarrassment, but my thighs clench and the spikes feel so good. “I’m wet.” Licking my lips, I add. “I want…you to play with me.” I slide the tip inside my pussy and whimper. “I want you, Kash. Please come and play with me.”
“You’ll start with a toy.”
My breath hitches as I push it farther into my soaked pussy, feeling it stretch its way inside me. “Oh.” I lean forward, slapping my free hand on the floor while I lift my ass up so I can spread my legs farther. I imagine him behind me, pinning my arms to my back, holding my face to the floor while I rock back and forth. “Fuck,” I mumble as it slides all the way in. I try to catch my breath when I place my other hand on the floor as well and bow my head. “It’s in,” I breathe so softly I’m afraid that he didn’t hear me.
It feels intrusive and bigger than I know it is. I want to pull it out, but I don’t. This is how he wants me. I can feel my pussy clenching down on it as my thighs flex on the spikes that feel like they’re slowly digging into my skin.
