“Good girl,” he praises me, and I lick my lips, shuffling on my hands and knees. The cold floor makes me shiver. “Now take the handcuffs and cuff your wrists behind your back.”
Moving back to a sitting position, I moan when the toy shifts inside me.
I pick up the cold metal and wrap it around one wrist, tightening the cuff. He hears the click and says, “You’re doing great, angel. Now the other one.”
Placing my hands behind my back, I’m able to lock myself in the other one, and I adjust my knees once more. I’m panting, and I know he can hear it. “I’m ready for you,” I tell him, trying to calm my racing pulse. “Please…” How long before he gets here? “I need you…”
I cry out when the vibrator stuffed in my pussy turns on. Leaning forward, my head drops, my breath momentarily taken away. My thighs clench, and it forces the spikes to dig further into my sensitive skin.
“Sit up straight, angel,” he orders, like he can see me.
I rise up and push my shoulders back, trying to ease the pressure between my shoulder blades as my thighs tighten while my hips rock back and forth. “Oh God…” I trail off, biting my inner cheek. “Kashton?—”
“You’re doing great, Eve. Sit right there like a good girl and wait for me. Do you understand?”
“Wait…for you?” I gasp, my stomach muscles tightening. “How long?” I’m bouncing up and down on my knees. Fuck, I’m going to come on his floor. “Please?—”
“If you’ve moved when I get there, you will be punished.” With that, he ends the call, and I suck in a deep breath, trying to control the urge to come. Does he want me to come? Or is this a test to not get off?
The toy changes rhythm, and it begins to pulse. I bite my bottom lip, pulling on the handcuffs, trying to use my hands to remove it. Needing to stop it. But it’s too strong and the cuffs aren’t meant to be escaped without a key. I cry out his name when my eyes close and I throw my head back, coming all over myself.
FORTY-THREE
KASHTON
Ipull up to my house and pass her BMW in the driveway, pushing the garage door opener and pulling inside. I exit my car.
“Hey, Kashton.”
I turn when I see the neighbor standing at the end of my driveway, looking over Eve’s car. “What’s up, man?” I indulge him to give my girl more time with her toy.
Walking to the end of the driveway, I shake his hand.
“Not much.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I, uh, noticed you finally moved in.”
He means he saw the furniture company that delivered a few things while I was in Vegas. I had Sin stop by and let them in. It wasn’t like they could steal anything, and I had the basement locked. “Getting there.”
“Cool. Cool.” He nods his head. “I haven’t seen your wife…”
Just like I expected. He’s going to be a nosy little bitch. “Out of town with the kids,” I tell him.
Hell, I could tell him they went to the moon. He’s not going to know the difference because she’ll never be here again. Eve will be the only woman to walk in and out of this house, and that’s only until she’s my wife and we sell both of our houses in this neighborhood.
I like the idea of buying land like Haidyn mentioned. Building something for my wife—a fresh start for us—that gives us space yet keeps us all close. We aren’t required to live at Carnage. We’ve just chosen to. Everything we’ve ever needed was there. Why go somewhere else?
Moving to places like this raises red flags. It was easier to stay where our work is. But now? Our lives are changing. I want my own place and own space with Eve. If I want to fuck my wife on the kitchen counter at two in the morning after I make her pancakes, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do. We can’t do that at Carnage. Hell, I don’t even want to leave my room with her there because of how many people are always around. And the prisoners in the basement? I don’t want her to even have tothink about that.
“It was good seeing you, but I have to go,” I tell him, turning and entering the garage. I grab my backpack from my car and then close the garage door, noticing he’s still standing at the end of my driveway.
I don’t like it. Does he watch Eve when she’s home? When she pulls into her driveway? Does he know when and where she goes? He doesn’t have much of a life. He’s twenty-five with no job. Most would ask how someone so young with no career could afford a house in this neighborhood. It belongs to his mommy and daddy. He’s got a younger brother that his parents didn’t plan on having at such a late age in their lives and would rather travel the world. So while they’re out and about seeing the world, he’s here raising him.
The man needs a hobby. Instead, he stays home all day playing video games and getting high. Plus, he talks too much. I learned all about his life one afternoon while he was watering his garden.
Once the garage closes, I open the door and enter the laundry room. Eve kneels before me, her head down, hair falling around her face while her body shakes.
“Hello, angel.” All she can do is give me a soft moan. “This is what I want to come home to. You on your knees…ready and willing to be my whore.”
I took my time getting here. She’s been kneeling for a good thirty minutes. Long enough to give her a taste of what’s to come.
