“Don’t move.” I stroll over to the counter and grab a couple of things that I need before returning to her.
I set one on the table, slide my hands into the gloves, and unscrew the lid to the small tube. I squeeze a tiny amount onto my finger and then softly swirl it around her nipple, making sure to cover it nicely. Then I proceed to do the other.
Her heavy panting fills the large basement, and she bites her bottom lip. Then I toss it to the floor. “You may drop your arms.”
“It…tingles.”
“It will take eight minutes to fully kick in.” I inform her of the Capzasin I smeared all over her nipples.
“God.” She hisses in a breath, her hips rocking back and forth.
I remove my gloves, then toss them into the trash and grab what I want. “Lie on the table, Eve.” I help pick her up, and she lies down, arching her back.
Pushing her arm down to her side, I buckle her wrist in the thick leather belt. Then I do the same to the other.
“Kash—” she breathes. “Fuck, it burns.” Her watery eyes meet mine.
“That’s the point,” I tell her, pushing her hair from her shoulder.
I pick up the posture collar, slide it under her neck and fasten it in place. Her eyes plead with me to fuck her, but not yet. I’m going to play with my angel. The point is to give her enough that she passes out afterward. Otherwise, who knows how long this drug will affect her.
She stares up at the ceiling, and I walk to the edge of the table where her legs hang off the end. I slide her feet into the high heels I made sure to bring with us from Carnage.
Then I take her left ankle and bend her knee, pushing her leg back to open her up for me. Her muscles strain as she tries to resist, but I’m able to grab the leather belt off the side of the table and wrap it around her thigh and shin, securing it in place.
She arches her back and cries out when I do the same to the other.
“That’s it.” I run my fingers over her exposed cunt. I’ve got her wide open and strapped down in place. She can’t move.
“Kash…please?” she cries, trying to wiggle.
“Almost,” I promise, and she groans in frustration.
Going to grab the last few things that I need, I return and squeeze thelube all over her. So much so that it covers her pussy, ass, and thighs before it drips onto the table.
She was already wet but needed more for what I have planned.
I coat the butt plug and then run the tip over her ass.
She jumps and starts pulling on the restraints. Her breathing getting louder. “Just relax for me, angel. I promise it’s going to feel good.”
I start with my finger first, gently pushing it in and out while she lies tied to the table, moaning and whimpering from pain and pleasure.
“That’s it. You’re doing great,” I assure her before I insert a second and work them in and out faster. Then a third.
“Fuck, Eve. You’re taking them so well.” She’s gasping. “You’re such a good whore.”
She cries out when I replace them with the plug. I go slow and steady with it, loving the view of her ass giving way to it. I could make it hurt, but I want her to enjoy it. I want her to know that I can give her pleasure.
Her body tenses and her legs strain against the leather belts as her ass opens up for the base.
“You did it, Eve,” I tell her and look to see tears running from the corners of her eyes while she stares at the ceiling. The posture collar prevents her from looking at me. “You’re a good girl.”
She blinks and licks her lips. I walk to the side of the table and lean over her so she can see me. “So good.” I kiss her trembling lips. “Fucking perfect, angel,” I breathe across her lips when I pull away.
Removing a remote from my pocket, I hold it out in front of her face and press the button.
Her lips part and she cries out while I run my free hand over her hair. “That’s the sound I want to hear.”
