Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 43

FORTY-THREE

KASH TON

pull up to my house and pass her BMW in the drive way, pushingI the garage door opener and pulling inside. I exit my car.

“Hey, Kashton.”

I turn when I see the neighbor standing at the end of my drive way, looking over Eve’s car. “What’s up, man?” I indulge him to give my girl more time with her toy.

Walk ing to the end of the drive way, I shake his hand.

“Not much.” He runs his hand through his hair. “I, uh, noticed you finally moved in.”

He means he saw the fur niture company that delivered a few things while I was in Ve gas. I had Sin stop by and let them in. It wasn’t like they could steal anything, and I had the basement locked. “Getting there.”

“Cool. Cool.” He nods his head. “I haven’t seen your wife…”

Just like I expected. He’s going to be a nosy little bitch. “Out of town with the kids,” I tell him.

Hell, I could tell him they went to the moon. He’s not going to know the difference because she’ll never be here again. Eve will be the only woman to walk in and out of this house, and that’s only un‐ til she’s my wife and we sell both of our houses in this neighbor‐ hood.

I like the idea of buy ing land like Haidyn mentioned. Building some‐ thing for my wife—a fresh start for us—that gives us space yet keeps us all close. We aren’t re quired to live at Carnage. We’ve just chosen to. Everything we’ve ever needed was there. Why go somewhere else?

Moving to places like this raises red flags. It was easier to stay where our work is. But now? Our lives are changing. I want my own place and own space with Eve. If I want to fuck my wife on the kitchen counter at two in the morn ing after I make her pancakes, then that’s exactly what I’m going to do. We can’t do that at Car‐ nage. Hell, I don’t even want to leave my room with her there be‐ cause of how many people are al ways around. And the prisoners in the basement? I don’t want her to even have to think about that.

“It was good seeing you, but I have to go,” I tell him, turn ing and entering the garage. I grab my backpack from my car and then close the garage door, noticing he’s still standing at the end of my drive‐ way.

I don’t like it. Does he watch Eve when she’s home? When she pulls into her drive way? Does he know when and where she goes? He doesn’t have much of a life. He’s twenty-five with no job. Most would ask how someone so young with no career could afford a house in this neighborhood. It belongs to his mommy and daddy. He’s got a younger brother that his parents didn’t plan on having at such a late age in their lives and would rather travel the world. So while they’re out and about seeing the world, he’s here raising him.

The man needs a hobby. In stead, he stays home all day playing video games and getting high. Plus, he talks too much. I learned all about his life one afternoon while he was watering his garden.

Once the garage closes, I open the door and enter the laun dry room. Eve kneels before me, her head down, hair falling around her face while her body shakes.

“Hello, angel.” All she can do is give me a soft moan. “This is what I want to come home to. You on your knees…ready and willing to be my whore.”

I took my time getting here. She’s been kneeling for a good thirty minutes. Long enough to give her a taste of what’s to come.

I crouch in front of her, gather ing her hair in my hand, and gently pull her head back. Her heavy green eyes glance up at me, but she’s not seeing anything. She’s in a daze. “Per fect,” I say, running my free hand down her cheek and over her neck, feeling her pulse race.

She’s trembling and breathing heavily through her parted pretty red lips. Her nip ples are hard, and I give them a little pinch to see how she re acts. Her breath hitches in re sponse.

My angel is all worked up: chest heaving, body covered in sweat.

It’s a sight to see.

I drop my hand between her shaking legs. “You’ve come on my floor.” I smile at her, feeling the puddle underneath her.

“I’m…sorry,” she whispers, her body jerking involuntarily. The sound of the vibrator fills the room.

“Don’t apol o gize, Eve.” It’s what I wanted her to do. “How many times have you come?” I ask while my fin gers play with her swollen

clit.

“I…I’m not sure.”

I arch a brow. “You didn’t keep count?”

“I tried…please?” she whispers, bouncing up and down on her trembling legs.

“How do these feel?” I push my palms down on her thighs, press‐ ing on the spiked garter belts.

She throws her head back, letting out a cry that makes me smile.

“You like them, don’t you, Eve?”

Nod ding quickly, she sucks in a ragged breath.

“Words,” I order, doing it again. My fingers squeeze the bands. She liked when I placed her studded belt inside out around her legs when I fucked her in the base ment of her house. “I had these made for you,” I tell her.

They’re nothing extreme or anything that would make her bleed.

They’re just small fabric belts lined with rubber spikes on the inside.

Just enough to give a little bite.

“Yes…yes…they hurt so good.”

“Good girl,” I praise her, and she whimpers. I drop my hand, and her head hangs forward. I stand and undo my jeans, pulling out my hard dick and stroking it slowly while I pull out my cell with the other. I open the app and change up the vibrator to the high est set‐

ting, making her cry out again.

“Kash…pl-please?”

I lock my phone and place it next to hers on the floor. Then I grab her hair with one hand and my pierced cock with the other. “Open wide, angel.”

Her trembling lips part and she glances up at me through her black- painted lashes. It’s going to be cover ing her face soon.

I slide my cock into her willing mouth, and she sucks on it like she’s beg ging to be used. I throw my head back and groan at how needy she is. “That’s it, Eve.”

She gags, and I pull back before I thrust forward. “Take it…all of it.

I know you can do it. Let it slide down your throat. Open up for me.”

I watch her take my cock as tears fill her eyes, and I tighten my hold in her hair when she tries to pull away.

Her body trembles below me as I pick up my pace and fuck her mouth, loving the way she rocks her hips back and forth like she’s try ing to fuck the vibrator in her tight cunt. I pull out, and she gasps in a breath, but she keeps her mouth open. “Good girl.” I slap her pretty face and then shove it back in.

I’m so close to coming. She makes me weak in the knees when she looks up at me with those tear-filled eyes.

The sounds of her gag ging and my groaning fill the room. Her eyes roll back into her head, and I know she just came again. I pull out and slap her once more, but this time to get her attention. “Eyes on me, an gel.”

She blinks rapidly, shuffling on her knees. I slide back into her mouth and fuck it once more. This time I don’t stop until I’m hold ing it down her throat and coming.

When I step back, she gasps as cum and drool run from her parted lips.

I crouch in front of her. “Good girl, angel. You did so good for me.”

I kiss her and she kisses me back, moaning into my mouth.

She needs more. Good. Be cause I’m not done with her.

“Please?” she begs roughly when I pull my lips from hers. “Please

fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

“Soon, Eve,” I prom ise her.

She bows her head, and I reach over, grabbing her lace thong off the floor. “Look at me,” I command. She lifts her head, and I can’t

help but smile when I see the heated look in her eyes. She’s mad at me. “I need to clean you off.” I rub her thong over her cheeks, chin, and lips. The mate rial isn’t all that great for cleaning up my cum along with her tears and drool, but that’s the point.

I’m just playing with her, rubbing it around her face. “That’s better,”

I say and drop my hand between her shaking legs. A desperate moan leaves her parted lips, and she tries to ride my hand.

“You’ve made quite a mess. Got cum all over your self and the floor.”

I run the wet mate rial along the cum-covered floor and then roll it like a burrito before folding in the sides. I want to make sure it’s a tight ball. Then I grab her chin, forc ing her head back, and she opens her mouth, think ing I’m going to fuck it again. In stead, I shove her thong into it.

Her eyes widen and she tries to fight me. “Breathe through your nose, Eve,” I command and she blinks rapidly while I shove her un‐ derwear into the corners of her lips, filling her cheeks out. “Taste your self, angel. They’re soaked with your cum.”

She whimpers, closing her eyes tightly. Once I’m happy with it, I open my backpack and re move the micro foam tape and tear several pieces off before I se cure it over her freshly clean chin, lips, and cheeks, placing it right underneath her nose.

“Gorgeous,” I trace my fin gers over the tape. “I knew it would look beau tiful on you,” I tell her. “You can still see the out line of your pretty lips.”

She begins to mumble nonsense, lean ing forward, her silent re‐ quest to be played with.

The doorbell rings and her eyes go wide. I stand to my full height, shoving my still very hard cock into my jeans and zipping them up.

She starts screaming into the gag, most likely begging me to re lease her.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, reaching into my backpack and grab‐ bing my gun. I shove it into the waistband of my jeans and close the door from the laun dry room off the hallway, choosing not to put my shirt on.

The fuck ing neighbor stands on my front porch with both hands be‐ hind his back. This is why I didn’t want her kneeling in the grand

foyer waiting for me. You can see right into the house. Can’t wait for us to get out of this neighborhood.

I walk up to the front double doors and open both. I’ve got nothing to hide. “Can I help you?” I ask.

“Yeah.” He rocks back on his heels while glancing inside the house.

He’s looking for Eve.

“What do you need, Christopher?” I sigh, checking my watch. She’s been kneeling for al most an hour. As much as my girl loves pain, I want to move her to the bedroom.

His eyes finally fo cus on me, and he blinks, re alizing I don’t have a shirt on. “I, uh…” He brings his hands around from his back and holds out an enve lope. “I got some of your mail.”

“Thanks.” I snatch it from his hands. “Next time, leave it in my

mailbox.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“Only if I turn you in,” I interrupt him and slam the door in his face.

I hear him curse when he catches sight of the gun stuffed in the back of my jeans when I walk away, tossing the mail to the floor.

I enter the laundry room to find Eve exactly where I left her. “Come on, an gel.”

Walk ing up behind her, I grab her upper arms and pull her to her shaking legs. I know she’s unable to stand, so I pick her up and cra‐ dle her to my chest, carrying her out of the laun dry room. With a quick glance at the front doors, I see the kid is gone.

I walk into my bed room and place her on the bed, face down since her arms are cuffed behind her back. She rolls from side to side to re lieve the pres sure of the spikes digging into her thighs now that

she’s lying on them.

I leave her to grab a couple of things.

EVERETT The new position isn’t much better than kneeling on the floor.

I arch my back while my wrists fight the cuffs. I can’t help but strug gle, knowing I’m not going anywhere. My soggy, cum-covered thong fills my mouth, making it impossible to beg him. The tape is tight enough that I can’t move my lips or breathe through it.

My nose is running, and I rub it against his mattress, smear ing my snot and tears on it.

The vibrator still hums between my legs on high, and I have no clue how many times I’ve come all over it. My mind is foggy, and my vision goes in and out. Every muscle aches.

Tilting my head to the side, I have a view into his bathroom. I can’t see him, though. He must be in his closet. I wait for him to re turn like the good girl I am.

I rise up on my knees, spreading my legs and arching my back when I feel that sensa tion again. My eyes fall shut and I hold my breath while I come on the toy.

His hand hits my ass, and my eyes pop open.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, Eve,” he praises as his fin gers play with my throbbing clit. “I love how much you like this. I knew you would.

You’re such a pain slut and a dirty whore. Aren’t you?”

Tears sting my eyes at how close he is. I’m thankful I’m gagged and that he doesn’t want me to agree with him.

“Knees up underneath you. I want your ass in the air.” He slaps my inner thighs.

I wiggle the best I can to get into position.

“That’s it,” he says before I feel wetness pour over me.

I stiffen, knowing exactly what it is.

“You’re okay, Eve. Just lie there and let me play with you.” He rubs his fin gers between my ass cheeks, and I try to calm my breathing through my runny nose.

He pours more onto me, and it slides down my shaking legs. Then I feel his fingers pushing and prodding into my ass. I try to pull away, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

“Re lax,” he commands with a hand softly rubbing my lower back.

“You’re going to feel so good, angel.”

I close my eyes tightly when I feel the tip of the butt plug push against my ass. I try to re lax into the bed the best I can, but my body is wound so tight.

I want it, though. For him to own every inch of me. To use me. To sit back and watch me come all over myself while he tells me how good I am for him.

I crave his acceptance.

“That’s it, Eve. It’s almost there. You’re doing so good.”

I whim per when I feel it stretch my ass before it slides inside me.

“Lie flat.”

I slide down on my legs and stretch them out, trying to re lease the ache in my shoulders while he goes into the bathroom and washes his hands.

He comes back seconds later and begins to wrap some thing around my ankles, then right above my knees, tying my legs tightly to‐ gether, making sure to se cure the vibrator in my cunt and the butt plug in my ass.

Then he brings the heels of my shoes to my ass and wraps more tape around my shins and thighs and the spiked bands, pressing them deeper into my skin.

I can’t move my legs, and I begin to mumble into the gag, knowing he’s not going to fuck me anytime soon.

I manage to roll onto my side, and he chuckles, opening the top drawer of the night stand. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m going to tie you up nice and tight. Just how you like it.”

I start to fight the tape and cuffs, knowing there’s no escape. I was trained to fight the inevitable. No matter how much you know you’re not going anywhere. The helplessness is what turns me on.

He grabs what he wants, shuts the drawer, and then pulls me back onto my stomach. He takes the tape and wraps it around my upper arms, forc ing my chest up off the bed, and then wraps it right below my elbows. I feel the hand cuffs re lease, and I moan into the tape at the indenta tions they left. But he quickly re places them with more tape around my wrists.

I can’t fuck ing move anything, and I feel another orgasm starting.

I’m so sensitive; it’s painful in the best way.

He wraps his hand around my throat and slowly pulls my head back, forc ing me to look up at him through my heavy eyes. “Such a pretty angel.” I swallow against his hand. Kashton gently pushes my hair off my face, and my vision starts to blur as that orgasm creeps closer. I can’t stop it. There’s no way to control it. Even when drugs aren’t involved.

I hold my breath, and my body flexes against the tape and spikes around my thighs as that dark wave washes over me and takes away my sight. I come so hard that when I can see again, I have to blink away the tears that have filled my eyes.

He’s still holding me in place, staring down at me. “That’s it. Look at you being a good girl for me. Coming again. I want more, Eve. A lot more. I want you unable to walk or talk afterward.”

I try to stretch my tied arms and whimper.

“It’s okay, angel. I’ll take care of you.”

I’m just a mindless toy for him to control. And this is what he wants me to do. Come all over myself and his bed. There are worse things he could do to me.

“You’re the prettiest toy I’ve ever seen.” His hand squeezes my neck, re strict ing my al ready heavy breathing, and my body jerks in‐ voluntarily. “Enjoy this, Eve.” He leans down and gently kisses my fore head. “You’re going to be like this for the day.” Then he re leases my throat and steps away from the side of the bed.

My head drops to the bed, and I suck in a shaky breath through my runny nose, try ing to collect my thoughts. To stay in the mo ment.

It’s so easy to fall into myself, but he wants me present.

This is a test, and I will pass it. For him. Toys are tossed away when they’re no longer fun.

I scream into the tape when the plug in my ass starts to vibrate too.

Fuck. He was right. This is going to be a long day.

He sets his cell down on the night stand next to the bed, and “Dance With The Devil” by Breaking Benjamin starts to drown out my gagged cries.