He pushes off the wall, stepping into me, and kisses my lips tenderly. “Of course, angel.”
I grab a few more things and toss over my shoulder, “Remove his gag, too, please.”
Seconds later, Evan spits out, “Fucking bitch.”
I laugh and place what I want on the tray, throwing the used items into the sink. I’ll pick that up later.
I return to Evan and begin to place his flaccid dick into its new home.
“What the fuck?” he shouts, trying to look and see what I’m doing, but Kashton connected the chain hanging from the ceiling to his new piercing. Just like Evan once did to me. “Eve,” he growls.
I throw my head back and laugh. Does he think he can scare me? Make me stop? “The jailhouse chastity device,” I announce, sliding the cold metal ring and over his cock and balls to lay behind his scrotum. It’s a tight fit, so I have to shove them through it. Evan grunts and his hips thrust, trying to fight me, but he can’t move far unless he wants to rip his septum.
Then I slide his dick into the unforgiving metal before lifting the chastity device to connect it to the ring. I use the padlock to secure the two sections together at the top.
“I hope that’s not too uncomfortable. I went with the smallest size.” Not that I want Evan to think he has a big dick, but it came with three different sizes. I want it to be fucking painful.
“I think it fits well.” Sin nods, encouraging me.
I smile at him and then unscrew the lid to the eye drop bottle. Taking a quick look at my husband, he frowns when he sees what I have in my hands but doesn’t say anything. I was hoping it was down here, and as luck would have it, it was in the cabinet.
I hold the dropper upside down and squeeze the liquid onto Evan’s chest and stomach until there’s nothing left.
Then I take my glove-covered hands and rub it all over.
Stepping back, I remove the gloves. “Now we let that soak in. It should only take a few minutes.”
Evan’s body trembles even though he tries to look unaffected. I know the truth. The blood dripping from his nose and the way he pulls on the cuffs that secure his hands behind his back—he’s in pain.
“Look at that,” I say, staring at his dick. “It’s starting to grow. Like a garden.”
Fuck, revenge feels good.My body heats up more than it already was, and I can’t help the smile on my face. I feel giddy.
“It reminds me of a can of biscuits.” Sin observes Evan’s dick with a frown.
He’s not far off. “And what do you do with those?” I quiz him.
Sin looks at me and then at Ryat who shrugs.
“Anybody?” I ask, glancing around the room.
“Fuck you,” Evan spits out.
“Nobody?” I ignore him, and the guys shake their heads. I walk over to the counter and pick up the knife. “You pop them.”
Alex’s face goes white. Ryat pushes off the wall, and Haidyn runs a hand down his face, all of them realizing what I’m about to do. My husband just stares at me.
Fuck, he turns me on, and he’s just standing there. His eyes drop to my chest before they meet mine, and I lick my lips. Is it bad for me to want Kash to fuck me in front of Evan? For my husband to play with me. Show Evan what a gooddollyI am for Kash? That I willingly want to be my husband’s toy?
“Seriously?” Colton speaks softly, getting my attention. I glance at him talking to Alex, who looks like he’s about to puke. “Keep it together, man.”
I step back in front of Evan, and he glares down his nose at me. “You will pay for this, you fucking bitch.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Pay? That’s why we’re here, Evan. I’ve already paid my dues. For a year, you tortured me. Punished me. Raped me. Now it’syour turn. This is the first day of the rest of your life.” I take the Olfa slimline knife and slice along the top metal rings, cutting through the protruding skin of his swollen dick.
His scream fills the basement, and I do the next. And the next. Then the next. Until I’ve made six horizontal cuts across his shaft that pushes through the rings.
Sin was right. It did look like a can of biscuits, but now it looks like an accordion that you want to squeeze together.
