I push against him, and he rolls onto his back, his hands gripping my ass, taking me with him, and I straddle his hips, grinding against his hard cock.
Moaning into his mouth, I lift up and reach between us to pull his dick out. Fuck, I need him. “Please?” I beg, pulling away to suck in a ragged breath.
“Get up.” He taps my thigh, and I giggle, falling off him onto my back.
Kashton gets out of bed and exits the room. He returns seconds later with his bag. He sets it on the end of the bed and unzips it before pulling out a few things.
I lie down and swallow, telling myself I’m not going to panic. That it’s going to be okay. That this is my future husband. That I’m not at Dollhouse. Only he touches me now.
“On your stomach,” he orders. “Hands behind your back.”
I roll over and throw the pillow onto the floor so my head can lie flat and do as he says. The bed dips when he crawls onto it, straddling my ass. He crosses my wrists and then wraps something rough around them. If I had to guess, I’d say rope.
Then he gets up and pushes me onto my back. He rips off a single piece of tape, and I close my mouth, swallowing before he gently places it over my lips. His tatted fingers softly press against my mouth, and I moan, arching my hips for him.
“Hard to beg when you can’t talk,” he states, and I whimper, trying to adjust my tied hands behind my back. Then he rolls me onto my stomach once more.
He picks my legs up off the bed and wraps more rope around them, and I try to pull my legs up under me so I can put my pussy and ass in the air, but I can’t.
Mumbled words are all that come from my taped lips when I try to ask what he did. He falls down beside me, and I lift my head to look over at him as he snuggles under the covers.
His eyes roam my face, and his knuckles brush the hair off my cheeks. I wiggle, trying to move, and he smiles.
“I’ve got your legs tied to the footboard, angel. Your arms behind your back and your mouth taped. You’re going to lie here with me until morning.”
My eyes widen and I start to thrash beside him. What? No.
“Hey, calm down, Eve. You’ll hurt yourself.” He sits up, grabs the covers, and pulls them up over my body before he pulls me into him. Kashton kisses my forehead. “I told you I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Eve, and I meant that. Be a good girl and get some rest for me, and I’ll fuck you tomorrow.”
KASHTON
She struggles for no more than five minutes before her body relaxes into mine and her eyes close. The poor thing is exhausted. She just needed to feel safe. To know that I had her.
I’ve learned that my girl likes being bound. Even if I’m not fucking her. She told me to play with her. This is part of foreplay with her. She likes the unknown. The excitement. What am I going to do next?
I shouldn’t be surprised that she wants me to fuck her this quickly. She needs reassurance that I want her physically. That after what she told me, I’m not disgusted by her.
Her cell lights up on the nightstand, and I pick it up to see it’sFuckfacecalling. I take a second to decide if I want to answer it. I’m sure Adam wants to give her a job, and I’m going to tell him hell fucking no.
She’s quitting.No more putting her life in danger. The woman seems to be enough danger to herself. Getting her away from Adam will hopefully help some, and that’s also because the Lords will one day find out that he’s not dead and will go after him. It’s only a matter of time.
Deciding to answer, I put her phone to my ear. “Hello?” I speak softly to not wake her.
“Your cell is off,” he barks.
So this call is for me.“Yeah,” I say, getting out of bed and making sure she’s covered. “Need something?”
He sighs. “We got another video.”
I tense, watching her sleep. Walking out of the bedroom, I grab my bag, needing a cigarette, and move to stand in the hallway. “Who got another video?”
“Bill and me, so I’m assuming that you guys received it as well.”
I enter the living room and drop it on the coffee table and run a hand through my hair.
“I’m guessing it’s Evan sending them to us. He’s the only one who could be accessing the tapes right now. Or knows where they’re at.”
Has Adam not spoken to Bill? “He has them,” I say.
