“Fuck, you’re wet, angel.”
I’m having a hard time catching my breath due to the position I’m in. His pierced cock stretches my cunt, and I cry out. All I want to do is spread my legs for him, let him fuck me deep, but it’s impossible.
“That’s it, Eve. Scream for me while I fuck you.”
He begins to move, his hips thrusting hard and quick, forcing the front of my legs to hit the side of the table, which shoves the spikes farther into my thighs. My stomach and chest are on the table, my arms still tied behind my back. I can’t move. All I can do is take it, and my body loves it.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Kashton…” My heavy eyes fall shut.
He lets go of my hair, and one hand slaps my ass while the other grips my hip.
“Talk to me, angel.” His voice is calm. He’s not nearly as worked up as Iam. “What do you need?” He slows, and I groan in desperation. His hand moves from my hip to my back, and he holds me down to the alcohol-covered wooden table.
“More,” I gasp, trying to bounce up and down in my heels. “I need more…”
Pulling out, he slams forward, and I whimper when my body digs into the edge. He does it again. And again. Each thrust is harder than the last. “Kash—” I suck in a ragged breath, trying to get control of my body, but I’m losing. He’s getting exactly what he came here for—to use me.
“I can feel your body tensing. It’s okay, angel. Let it go. Come for me.” He urges me. “Show me how much you enjoy it.”
My legs tingle from lack of blood flow and my thighs are screaming from the spikes on my belt. It feels so good. My eyes grow heavy, and I’m having trouble breathing.
Fuck him for making it feel good. And fuck me for letting him have it. My body stiffens as my pussy clenches down on him when I come all over his dick just like he wanted.
“Good girl, angel.” He slows his movements, and I imagine he’s looking down at his dick sliding in and out of my pussy. “My cock is covered in your cum.”
I want to cry. I’m not sure if it’s from coming, confusion, or embarrassment.
He pulls out, and I slump against the table, taking a second to catch my breath. Then I feel him undoing the belt around my upper arms, followed by the one around my forearms.
They fall to my sides while he undoes the one around my legs. I moan, silently begging him to fuck me more. Throw me onto the glass-covered table, shove my knees to my chest, and fuck my soaked pussy.
Instead, he grips my hair, and I cry out when he yanks me off the table and spins me around to face him. I trip off the side of my heel, but he catches me before I fall on my face.
The blood rushes back to my arms and down my legs, making all my limbs tingle, rendering them useless for the moment. They’re just heavy weight, and I’m having a hard time remaining upright.
His eyes are on mine as his free hand falls between my shaking thighs and he runs his fingers over my swollen pussy. I rock my hips back and forth, riding his hand, wanting more than the quickie he just gave me. Pulling his hand back, he brings his fingers to his mouth, parts his lips, and licks them clean.
Heat rushes over my already hot skin, and I glance down at his still hard dick. It’s covered in my cum. I lick my lips, and he chuckles.
Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back and leans in, whispering against my lips. “Next time, angel.” With that, he lets go, grabs his bag, then makes his way up the stairs, slamming the door shut.
I raise my trembling hands and run them through my wet and matted hair.
What the fuck just happened? He got me off and then just…left? He didn’t even come. Did he? No. I would have known that. Did he not enjoy it?
Was this him proving to me that I liked it, but he didn’t?
This is the opposite of being used. Usually, they fuck you to get whattheywant. Their happy ending. He just wanted me to like it to prove a point.
That’s how they all are.
It’s all about fucking with your mind. Leaving you confused and dependent on them.
My mouth starts to water, and I run up the stairs, knowing I’m going to get sick.
KASHTON
It’s been two days since I took Ellington to her appointment. After I got her ice cream, I drove her home and dropped her off. Sin wasn’t there yet, and I hated to leave her alone. She was obviously still upset, but she assured me she’d be fine.
