“Please?” she begs roughly when I pull my lips from hers. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
“Soon, Eve,” I promise her.
She bows her head, and I reach over, grabbing her lace thong off the floor. “Look at me,” I command. She lifts her head, and I can’t help but smile when I see the heated look in her eyes. She’s mad at me. “I need to clean you off.” I rub her thong over her cheeks, chin, and lips. The material isn’t all that great for cleaning up my cum along with her tears and drool, but that’s the point.
I’m just playing with her, rubbing it around her face. “That’s better,” I say and drop my hand between her shaking legs. A desperate moan leaves her parted lips, and she tries to ride my hand.
“You’ve made quite a mess. Got cum all over yourself and the floor.” I run the wet material along the cum-covered floor and then roll it like a burrito before folding in the sides. I want to make sure it’s a tight ball. Then I grab her chin, forcing her head back, and she opens her mouth, thinking I’m going to fuck it again. Instead, I shove her thong into it.
Her eyes widen and she tries to fight me. “Breathe through your nose, Eve,” I command and she blinks rapidly while I shove her underwear into the corners of her lips, filling her cheeks out. “Taste yourself, angel. They’re soaked with your cum.”
She whimpers, closing her eyes tightly. Once I’m happy with it, I open my backpack and remove the microfoam tape and tear several pieces off before I secure it over her freshly clean chin, lips, and cheeks, placing it right underneath her nose.
“Gorgeous,” I trace my fingers over the tape. “I knew it would look beautiful on you,” I tell her. “You can still see the outline of your pretty lips.”
She begins to mumble nonsense, leaning forward, her silent request to be played with.
The doorbell rings and her eyes go wide. I stand to my full height, shoving my still very hard cock into my jeans and zipping them up. She starts screaming into the gag, most likely begging me to release her.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, reaching into my backpack and grabbing my gun. I shove it into the waistband of my jeans and close the door from the laundry room off the hallway, choosing not to put my shirt on.
The fucking neighbor stands on my front porch with both hands behind his back. This is why I didn’t want her kneeling in the grand foyer waiting for me. You can see right into the house. Can’t wait for us to get out of this neighborhood.
I walk up to the front double doors and open both. I’ve got nothing to hide. “Can I help you?” I ask.
“Yeah.” He rocks back on his heels while glancing inside the house.He’s looking for Eve.
“What do you need, Christopher?” I sigh, checking my watch. She’s been kneeling for almost an hour. As much as my girl loves pain, I want to move her to the bedroom.
His eyes finally focus on me, and he blinks, realizing I don’t have a shirt on. “I, uh…” He brings his hands around from his back and holds out an envelope. “I got some of your mail.”
“Thanks.” I snatch it from his hands. “Next time, leave it in my mailbox.”
“Isn’t that illegal?”
“Only if I turn you in,” I interrupt him and slam the door in his face. I hear him curse when he catches sight of the gun stuffed in the back of my jeans when I walk away, tossing the mail to the floor.
I enter the laundry room to find Eve exactly where I left her. “Come on, angel.”
Walking up behind her, I grab her upper arms and pull her to her shaking legs. I know she’s unable to stand, so I pick her up and cradle her to my chest, carrying her out of the laundry room. With a quick glance at the front doors, I see the kid is gone.
I walk into my bedroom and place her on the bed, face down since her arms are cuffed behind her back. She rolls from side to side to relieve the pressure of the spikes digging into her thighs now that she’s lying on them.
I leave her to grab a couple of things.
EVERETT
The new position isn’t much better than kneeling on the floor.
I arch my back while my wrists fight the cuffs. I can’t help but struggle, knowing I’m not going anywhere. My soggy, cum-covered thong fills my mouth, making it impossible to beg him. The tape is tight enough that I can’t move my lips or breathe through it.
My nose is running, and I rub it against his mattress, smearing my snot and tears on it.
The vibrator still hums between my legs on high, and I have no clue how many times I’ve come all over it. My mind is foggy, and my vision goes in and out. Every muscle aches.
Tilting my head to the side, I have a view into his bathroom. I can’t see him, though. He must be in his closet. I wait for him to return like the good girl I am.
I rise up on my knees, spreading my legs and arching my back when I feel that sensation again. My eyes fall shut and I hold my breath while I come on the toy.
