Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
God, I’ve never experienced something like that before. I’ve paid for sex and of course taken women home from the club—one-night stands have been my thing. But this was something different. More intimate.
She kneels by the wall, her leash connected to the hook above her head. She quietly sits there, waiting for me to use her.
I finish grabbing some things out of my bag before I toss it to the side. Then I go and grab her leash, pull her to stand, and walk her over to the four-poster bed that sits up against the wall of stained-glass windows.
Turning to face her, I gently unclasp her nipple clamps, and a small cry comes from her lips. I rub them tenderly, causing her to push into me and turning her cry into a moan.
“Crawl into bed. Lie on your stomach,” I order.
She does as she’s told as gracefully as she can. Her arms are still secured behind her back, and that’s where they’re going to stay until I’m done with her.
I grab what I need and then wrap the last remaining belts around her ankles and thighs, buckling them in place. She can’t move an inch. Nor can she try and rub her legs together. I’ve seen her try to get some sort of friction where she needs it most.
Once she’s secure, I pull the sashes on the drapes to close the curtains. It’s been a long night. The sun will be rising soon, and my girl needs her sleep if I’m going to use her how I plan.
“Get some rest, angel,” I tell her, pulling the covers up and over her body. “I’ll wake you in the morning.” With that, I walk away, leaving her in bed whimpering while I go and sit at the table. I have some emails I need to go over before I can take a nap.
I turn off the shower and get out, drying off. I never ended up getting that nap. It didn’t take her long to pass out from exhaustion. I let Eve sleep for two hours before I woke her up, dragged her head to hang off the side of the bed, and started to fuck her mouth again.
She didn’t disappoint. She was willing to give me everything I wanted and more. But the point was to leave her needy. To push her to see just what she would do in order to get what she wanted.
Begging was at the top of her list. Her desperate voice still sings in my ears.
“Please…Kash…please fuck me…I need you.”
It was a glorious sight to see. Hearing her beg was even better. It took every bit of willpower I had to not give her what she begged so sweetly for.
My angel has no clue, but I’m going to give her what she wants tonight. I’m going to lie down, pass the fuck out for the day, and then go out tonight. I’m going to surprise her at her house and bring the bag full of goodies I ordered just for her. This time she’ll be begging me to stop making her come.
It’s all about balance.
EVERETT
It’s late. The clock on my dash reads almost midnight. I’m driving home after killing another unlucky bastard at the motel. My face is throbbing and my side hurts.
I didn’t realize how much my two days with Kashton had weakened me. All the alcohol I consumed probably didn’t help. I almost gave up; the guy was over two hours late and then gave me some bullshit line that his wife wouldn’t let him leave and he had to wait for her to pass out before he could sneak out.
These bastards’ wives should thank me for taking care of their problems. Their husbands die and they get to reap the rewards of their life insurance.
Pulling into my driveway, I park my car in the garage. I get out and drag myself into my home. I’m not even in the mood to shower. I just want to pass out. But I’m covered in blood and need one.
It got messy. Normally I’d be into that, but tonight I wasn’t. I’m just emotionally drained and physically exhausted. This is when I wish I took pills to help me sleep, but I know not to trust myself with them. I’d take an entire bottle and then not wake up. Or worse, take pills to sleep and then need medication to wake up. I refuse to alter my mind and body like that. I spent too many years on them already.
Turning on the living room light, I jump back when I see a man sitting on my couch.
“I’ve been waiting—” He stops when his blue eyes get a good look at me. “What in the fuck happened to you?” Kashton jumps up from the couch.
“Stop.” I place my hands up to keep him back. I’m not in the mood. “Go home. Leave me alone, Kash.” I don’t even bother asking how in the fuck he got in my house again or how long he’s waited for me to show up.