KASHTON
When we landed in New York earlier today, I sent Sin out on a little shopping spree while Eve and I were at Hooke’s house. I gave him a list—some things that I thought my wife would like.
By the way she’s rocking her hips right now, I’d say I did pretty good.
She’s remembering. I think it scares her more than anything. Everett has always been standoffish, and she’s always run from me. She has a hard time believing that I want her; what if she never does?
I’ve seen enough videos now to notice the pattern. Her training. I’m going to have to do my own training but do it differently. They made her fear her future. I’m going to make her crave one. Evan had her for a year, I’m going to have her for the rest of her life. It will take time and persistence. This is a marathon, not a sprint, and I’m going to devote everything I have to it.
I pick up the bulb and squeeze it once more, watching her eyes get heavy in the mirror. “That’s it, angel. How’s your cunt?” I reach around and slide my hands between her shaking thighs. She tries to spread them for me, but the position doesn’t give her much to work with.
Running two fingers over her pussy, I bring them to her face and smear her wetness through her tears. “That’s my girl.”
I turn up the vibrator, and her lips part on a silent gasp. Her shoulders pull back, pushing out her chest, and her lashes flutter. Her pouty lips are turning blue from lack of oxygen and her eyes are swimming in tears.
She slumps when I shut off the vibrator. And when I deflate the collar, she gasps and chokes out a sob. “Pl-ease?” She begs as a thin line of drool runs down her chin from not being able to breathe or swallow from the inflated collar.
“What do you want, Eve?” I command.
She closes her eyes before they meet mine in the mirror and whimpers. “Make me…” She swallows. “Make me forget.”
It breaks my heart, but I can’t go soft now. I was telling her the truthwhen I thought she was running and I told her I had been soft on her. My goal was never to hurt her. It was to love her. I’ve won. She’s mine. But the more videos I watch, the more I understand just how hard on her I have to be for her to see that I love her. That she should love herself.
“Forget what?” My first rule of her training will be to make her say it.
Fresh tears fill her pretty green eyes before she answers. “Anyone before you.”
I’ll wipe every single one of them from her memory. She told me and the Lords at Blackout that Evan used submissive and cerebral conditioning. She was forced to watch porn while she came over and over. I’m going to make her watch herself while she gets off.
I turn on the vibrator, and she moans; heavy lashes fall closed. I pump the bulb, inflating the collar three times, and they open. “Watch yourself, angel. This is your second lesson.” I pump it one more time, knowing it’s not going to choke her out but will definitely hinder her breathing. “Open wide,” I order.
She does as she’s told, and I reach around, using my free hand to pull her lips back while my other places the bulb into her mouth. I then run my fingers in and around her lips and check to make sure she’s not biting them or her tongue. “Be my good girl and hold it in your mouth for me.”
She blinks rapidly while her body jerks involuntarily.
I check the clock on the nightstand. “You’ll kneel like this for thirty minutes and remember how many times you come.” Her shoulders tremble at my order. “Make sure to keep your mouth open. If you close it, you’ll be biting down on the bulb, and it’ll inflate the collar.” Her green eyes widen, realizing what I did. “I don’t want you to suffocate yourself.”
I run my fingers through her hair, feeling how soft it is. Her body stiffens and her lashes flutter. Once she rides it out, her shoulders slump and her heavy eyes find mine in the mirror.
“Good girl,” I praise her for coming.
She whimpers around the bulb shoved into her mouth. Her hips pick up immediately, riding the vibration between her legs that continues.
I give her a reassuring smile in the mirror. “It’s okay to enjoy it, angel.”
Her drool-covered chest is heaving. Her collar is inflated enough to apply pressure, allowing her to breathe just enough to not pass out on me. That would defeat the purpose of her training.
“Let’s add a little something.” I get up, and she mumbles nonsense as I retrieve an item from the bag and return to my seat on the side of the bed directly behind her. I want to be able to see her in the mirror.
Leaning around, I grip her breast and attach the Japanese Clover nipple clamp. She cries out, biting down on the bulb in her mouth, and her eyes go wide with panic. “Careful,” I warn her. She blinks rapidly to clear the tears from her vision. I apply the other one, loving the way she whimpers and letting the chain fall to lie across her chest.
I slip my fingers into the collar to test the tightness. “You’re going to make yourself pass out.”
She’s gasping for breath around the bulb that has reinflated itself in her mouth. Drool covers her lips, chin, and trembling thighs.
“Once your time is up, I’ll remove that bulb and let you beg me to fuck your pretty face.” I reach around, grab the chain linked to the nipple clamps, and pull on them, smiling at the scream that comes from her stuffed lips. “And then you’ll thank me.”
After I was done fucking my wife, I crawled into bed with her, and she fell asleep in my arms, but I couldn’t join her. I slid out of bed and made another drink. I sit in the chair in the corner of the owner’s suite with a glass of scotch, staring down at my wedding ring. I can’t speak for my wife, but I can say everything I went through was worth getting to this point in my life. And I vow to make sure that I give her a life that’s worth it too.
