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)
“You want me to play with you, Eve. That means you do as I say.”
My thighs tighten and I nod. “I understand.”
“There’s a spare key under the welcome mat. Let yourself in.”
I have a moment of panic that he’s going to lock me in the collar and chain me in the basement, but a part of me also wants that. I want him to grab me by the hair, drag me down the stairs, and make me his pet. Force me to like it. I knew the possibilities before I made the call. That it could be days before I see sunlight again.
I’m desperate for whatever he wants to do to me. The trip to Las Vegas opened my eyes. I am jealous of girls from his past. Well, everyone except for Ashtyn. But all the others before me—yeah. I want him to myself. I want to know what it feels like for something to be all mine.
“Now, Eve,” he orders, making me jump.
Turning off the car, I wait for my Bluetooth to disconnect and then grab my phone. When I get out of my car, I see a neighbor waving at me with a hose in his hand while he waters his garden. “Hello, Eve, how are you?”
I nod and mumble to Kashton. “Who the fuck is this guy?”
“Just ignore him,” he says into my ear, also hearing the neighbor through my phone. As if I’d speak to him. I hardly talk to people that I like.
I pick up the mat, grab the key, and unlock the front door. “I’m inside.”
“Lock the door and go to my room. It’s past the kitchen and at the end of the hallway, through the double doors.”
My heels clap on the marble floor as I make my way through the house. He’s purchased some furniture, but the walls are still bare and there aren’t any rugs.
I enter his bedroom and flip on the light. He has a black bedroom set that consists of two dressers and two nightstands. The large size of the room makes the furnishings look small. No linens or curtains on the windows. It’s bare other than the furniture. “Okay.”
“Go over to the nightstand closest to the bathroom, open the top drawer.”
Doing as I’m told, my heart races at what I see. It’s full of several different types of items that can be used to restrain…me? Some I’ve never seen before.
It makes me nervous.
“Eve?” Kashton’s voice makes me jump.
“Yeah?” I blink, trying to swallow the nervousness of what he plans on doing to me. This is what I wanted. To be his toy. For him to play with.
I want to please him. To prove to him that I’m worth it. In our world, we’re only as good as what we can be while lying on our backs.
Make me your whore comes to mind.
“There’s a purple toy. See it?”
“Yeah.” I reach in and pick it up. It’s small, with what looks like a tail on the end. I’ve never used toys on myself before. They were always used for training at Dollhouse. I have to remind myself that this isn’t Dollhouse, and Kashton isn’t punishing me.
“Grab it, along with the handcuffs,” he orders.
“Okay.” I pick up the cold metal. They’re the real deal, and I don’t see a key to them in the drawer.
“There are two black belts that have rubber spikes on them. Grab them both as well.”
I pick them up and swallow nervously. Spikes? “Got them.”
“Now walk to the laundry room.”
I frown at the command. “Why?”
He huffs, clearly irritated that I questioned what he told me to do, but he indulges my concern. “Because the neighbor was outside and the front double doors are glass. He can see inside, and he knows you’re there. Now…go to the laundry room.”
I shut the drawer and make my way back to the laundry room right off the garage. It’s large, with two sets of washers and dryers, a folding island, and floor-to-ceiling cabinets for storage. “I’m in the laundry room,” I tell him, glancing around. I can tell the man has never done a load of laundry here. Not a single item on the counters, and I bet the cabinets are empty as well.
“Get undressed. Everything except for your heels.”
I place him on speakerphone before setting my cell on the floor next to where I stand. I remove my shirt and bra, then slide out of my skirt and underwear, standing in nothing but my Louboutins. My legs shake, but my pussy is soaked. Of course, that could be his cum leaking out of me from this morning.
“Okay,” I say and run my sweaty hands down my bare thighs. I’m shuffling in my Dolly 160mm leather pumps. All of a sudden, they feel uncomfortable. I want to remove them, but only because he told me to keep them on.