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)
“Take the belts and wrap each one around your upper thighs. The spikes go on the inside. Make sure to cinch them tight.”
“Oh-okay.” I hate that my voice shakes. I was so confident earlier when I called him. Now I’m a trembling mess.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and my thighs tighten. “Let me know when they’re on.”
I pick up the first one and wrap it around my upper thigh. It’s not leather, but a mesh type of fabric with what looks like soft rubber spikes along the inside. I pull it tight and buckle the first one. It doesn’t feel all that bad. A little pinch here and there, but nothing unbearable. Then I repeat the second one. “They’re on.” I lick my lips as both belts start to sting at every little movement I make.
“Kneel in front of the door that leads to the garage,” he commands, and my heart races.
I slowly get to my knees and whimper when the cold marble hurts. The new position also pulls the belts tighter, the spikes biting into my flesh.
“Place the vibrator inside of your cunt, angel. I know you’re wet enough to slide it in.”
I bow my head and suck in a shaky breath. “Yes, sir.” Picking up the purple toy, I rub it back and forth over my pussy, enjoying the pain from the spikes. He knows I’ve been trained to get off on it. I hate how much I like that he thought of me when buying these.
Doubt fills my mind, and I think that they were for another girl he’s fucked. Someone he planned on living a life with. Are all these for me? Who else would they be for? Does he have other women over here while I’m at home across the street?
Maybe he’s had them for years and I’m not the first to use them?
“Talk to me, Eve,” comes his voice, as if he knows what I’m thinking, more soothing than before. “Tell me how wet you are. How much you want me to play with you.”
My cheeks blush with embarrassment, but my thighs clench and the spikes feel so good. “I’m wet.” Licking my lips, I add. “I want…you to play with me.” I slide the tip inside my pussy and whimper. “I want you, Kash. Please come and play with me.”
“You’ll start with a toy.”
My breath hitches as I push it farther into my soaked pussy, feeling it stretch its way inside me. “Oh.” I lean forward, slapping my free hand on the floor while I lift my ass up so I can spread my legs farther. I imagine him behind me, pinning my arms to my back, holding my face to the floor while I rock back and forth. “Fuck,” I mumble as it slides all the way in. I try to catch my breath when I place my other hand on the floor as well and bow my head. “It’s in,” I breathe so softly I’m afraid that he didn’t hear me.
It feels intrusive and bigger than I know it is. I want to pull it out, but I don’t. This is how he wants me. I can feel my pussy clenching down on it as my thighs flex on the spikes that feel like they’re slowly digging into my skin.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and I lick my lips, shuffling on my hands and knees. The cold floor makes me shiver. “Now take the handcuffs and cuff your wrists behind your back.”
Moving back to a sitting position, I moan when the toy shifts inside me.
I pick up the cold metal and wrap it around one wrist, tightening the cuff. He hears the click and says, “You’re doing great, angel. Now the other one.”
Placing my hands behind my back, I’m able to lock myself in the other one, and I adjust my knees once more. I’m panting, and I know he can hear it. “I’m ready for you,” I tell him, trying to calm my racing pulse. “Please…” How long before he gets here? “I need you…”
I cry out when the vibrator stuffed in my pussy turns on. Leaning forward, my head drops, my breath momentarily taken away. My thighs clench, and it forces the spikes to dig further into my sensitive skin.
“Sit up straight, angel,” he orders, like he can see me.
I rise up and push my shoulders back, trying to ease the pressure between my shoulder blades as my thighs tighten while my hips rock back and forth. “Oh God…” I trail off, biting my inner cheek. “Kashton—”
“You’re doing great, Eve. Sit right there like a good girl and wait for me. Do you understand?”
“Wait…for you?” I gasp, my stomach muscles tightening. “How long?” I’m bouncing up and down on my knees. Fuck, I’m going to come on his floor. “Please—”