Her pouty lips open and close, but nothing comes out.
“Your job does not matter. No other man matters. I’m all that matters to you. You are my whore, and you will be my Lady,” I remind her. She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s going to happen sooner rather than later.
Kissing her lips once more, I pull away and let go of the pillowcase but leave it wrapped around her neck.
Her head falls to the bed, and she sucks in a deep breath. I unzip my jeans, pull my hard cock out through my boxer briefs, and then crawl onto the bed. Pushing her underwear to the side, I slide my cock into her. She’s ready for me.
The argument we had on the phone.
The fight with the dead man on the floor.
What little foreplay we’ve had.
It has her all worked up. I don’t have time to tie her up and let her sit inthe corner with her ass and pussy filled while she comes all over herself. This is as close to a ‘playtime’ as I can do right now. I’ve been on the clock since I received that text.
Leaning forward, I place my arms behind her knees, shoving her feet and arms into the air.
She whimpers at the position, trying to arch her back, but my weight is on top of her. “Beg me to fuck you,” I order. “Be my dirty angel and beg me for it like a good whore.”
“Please.” She licks her lips before sucking in a deep breath. “Please, Kash…fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
I pull my hips back and slam forward, making her body tremble. I do it again, and her eyes fall shut. “I need…”
“Look at me when I’m fucking you.”
They spring open, and I give her a soft smile. Goddamn, she’s so fucking beautiful. “What do you need, Eve? Tell me.” I slowly pull my cock out and watch her squirm with need under me when I don’t put it back into her needy cunt immediately.
“I need you to hurt me,” she whispers.
My girl does love the pain. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want them on me, angel. Understand?”
“Eyes on yours,” she agrees.
I slide my achingly hard cock slowly into her cunt, loving the sound of her breath catching. Grabbing each end of the pillowcase still wrapped around her neck, I tighten my fingers on the material and hold it into the bed, cutting off her air once more while I fuck her tight cunt until I’m watching her beautiful tear-filled eyes roll into the back of her head.
EVERETT
I lie on the hard and cheap mattress, staring up at the ceiling while Kashton is propped up on his elbow next to me. His free hand lightly runs along my neck. The room has finally stopped spinning, and I have my breathing under control while his cum leaks from my pussy. I should be embarrassed. I got off. Came all over his pierced cock like the trained whore I am. But that’s what I wanted. He chased me down and reminded me of who I am—his.
“How do you feel?” He breaks the silence.
I glance up into his worried blue eyes that are grazing my body.
“I’m not going to get sick,” I assure him. His eyes meet mine and he frowns as if he doesn’t believe me. “I’m not as fragile as you think.” I almost roll my eyes that I have to clear my throat after him choking me out. I’ve got a pounding headache, but other than that, my body feels amazing.
“I never said you were.”
“Would you have fucked me had I not attacked you?” He needed to assert his dominance. Put me in my place. That’s why I did what I did, and I need to know that he didn’t see me as weak. I lower my voice to say what’s been on my mind. “You haven’t touched me in a week, Kash.”
Cupping my face, his soft blue eyes search mine. “I didn’t want to scare you,” he admits, and I hate that I even put that thought in his head. “I know you don’t believe me, but I’m really trying to do the right thing, but I don’t know what that is.” I open my mouth to speak, but he goes on. “No one has ever cared about your feelings or overall mental health. Is it so bad that I do?”
I don’t know how to respond to that because I would rather him tie me up and fuck me than talk about my problems or my past. I’m fucked up.
“I want to take care of you.”
“And you’re going to accomplish that by chaining me up in the basement?” I ask sarcastically, referring to our argument during our phone call.
“Yeah,” he replies simply, causing me to swallow nervously and then flinch at how tender my throat is.
