“Leave or I’ll throw you fucking overboard,” Kashton shouts, interrupting him.
The man slams the door shut, and Kashton places his attention back on me. “Are you done?” he barks at me, sucking in a deep breath.
His cheek is red from my hand, and his jaw is clenched. Hard blue eyes search mine, waiting for a response. I huff, softening my body and tightly closing my eyes. He releases my wrists, and I place my hands over my face.
“Don’t do that.” His voice is no longer harsh, but there’s still an authoritative tone. “Don’t hide from me, angel.”
I refuse to look at him. I can’t. Too ashamed of who I am. What I allowed to happen to me.
“Eve?” he growls.
I turn my head with my hands still covering my face, and suddenly his weight disappears. I roll onto my side.
His hands are rough and forceful, shoving me to my stomach. My eyes spring open when he grabs my arms and pulls them behind my back. “Kashton.” I whimper when he places my wrists tightly in handcuffs.
Then his hand falls between my legs. I bite my lip to hold my breath when his fingers gently play with my pussy. I know what he’s doing.
“Spread your legs,” he commands, slapping my ass when I don’t comply fast enough.
Pushing my knees apart, I lift my pussy in the air for him.
He begins to finger me, and I bite my lip, refusing to let him know I’m enjoying it.
“I’m your husband, Eve. Your Lord. You vowed to be mine. That means I own you. Every part of you. Do you understand that?”
I sniff and tears fall from my eyes onto the carpet.
He removes his fingers and slaps my pussy, making it sting, and a moan escapes my lips. “Answer me,” he orders, doing it again.
“Y-es.” I gasp.
“Yes what?” Another slap.
I cry out and my body trembles. “You’re my Lord. I belong to you.”
“Good girl.” His fingers return to my soaked pussy, and this time I rock back and forth, hoping he fucks me. I’d rather him choke me out than finish the conversation we were having. Being someone’s useless whore is all I’m good for. This is what I know.
He removes his fingers, and I slump, trying to catch my breath, but stiffen when I feel something cold pressing up against my lips. “Relax, angel,” he growls, and I know what’s coming.
I moan when he begins to push the toy into me. “That’s it.” His free hand rubs on my clit in a slow and taunting way. I begin to pant, wanting more.
My pussy fills with the toy, and I break out in goose bumps.
He grabs my hips and rolls me onto my back, crushing my cuffed arms underneath me.
Kashton straddles me, and I see he has a Sharpie in his hands. Biting off the lid, he spits it out and starts to write on my chest.
My wide eyes go to his. “Kash?” I begin to panic. “Please…don’t.” It’s my hallucination all over again.
“You’ve left me no choice, Eve,” he says flatly.
I try to sit up, but his left hand grips my throat and he shoves me down, pinning me to the floor while his right hand continues to write on me. “Please…” I choke out.
“You’re going to learn the hard way” is his only response to my desperation.
He drops the Sharpie, grips my upper arms, and pulls me to my feet. Moving his hand to my hair, he drags me over to a mirror, and I trip over my own feet to stop him.
It doesn’t work. Instead, I shut my eyes as he forces me to my knees in front of it. “Look at yourself,” he commands.
