Chapter 19
Devon
Caydence. Caydence. Caydence.
She has been on my mind non-stop, just as she always is, but things are different now. She’s rethinking this, rethinking me, and I can’t let that happen.
I sent her a text telling her to come to my house, that I had a surprise for her. She asked if it was another body because she wasn’t coming if it was. I laughed and assured her it wasn’t.
Now I wait on her in nothing but a pair of jeans that hang low on my hips and my baseball cap on backward. I pace the front hall, waiting for her to get here, knowing she’s going to be in for the time of her life tonight.
When I finally hear the knock, I walk over and pull the door open. She stands there in her oversized t-shirt, fiddling with the hem as if she’s nervous about being here.
“Glad you’re here,” I tell her, motioning for her to come inside. She walks in, and I close the door behind her, locking it up tight.
“You invited me,” she muses.
“I did. And with good reason,” I tell her as I step up next to her. I wrap my hand around her waist and lead her down the hall toward the basement door. I can feel her tense when I pull it open and wait for her to go first.
She looks over her shoulder at me as she starts down the stairs. I can understand her worry, but at the same time, she doesn’t need to worry about me hurting her.
When we reach the bottom, I flip the light on, and immediately she begins to look around.
“What the hell is this?” she asks, knowing exactly what this is.
“I’ve read your books, Caydence. All of them. Some of them twice to make sure I had everything correct,” I admit to her. She spins quickly to face me, and I can see the shock in her eyes.
“You what?”
“I read them. I wanted to know what made you wet. What things got you excited,” I explain to her.
“You realize those aren’t real?”
“Aspects of them are fiction, yes, but others are certainly real, baby. You can like having things done to you in real life.” She shakes her head, but I just grin at her. I know what she likes. As I said, I’ve read all her little books, so I knew what to do to her. How to please her more than just with my cock.
“This is … this is crazy,” she says, motioning to the room.
“Is it? Or are you intrigued?” She turns around and looks at everything once more as I step up behind her and wrap my hands around her waist, tugging her back into me.
“I read this stuff, Devon. I don’t know if I like it being done to me,” she admits.
“Fair enough. We’re going to find out.” I flip the button on her jeans and drag them down her legs along with her panties. Then I step in front of her and pull her shirt over her head before removing her bra. I’m a little surprised she hasn’t tried to stop me, but as I said, I know what she wants.
I lean down and kiss her before taking her hand and walking her across the room to the giant X.
“Turn around,” I order her. She turns to face me, and I back her against it, taking her wrist and securing it to one of the top arms before doing the same to the other. Then I drop to my knees and secure her ankles the same way.
When I stand up, I step back and take her in. I wasn’t sure just how fucking sexy she would look being strung up for me like this, but I do like it.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I tell her. Her cheeks turn pink when I walk over, grab the knife off the table, and move back in front of her. I raise it in my hand, pressing the tip to my finger.
“I wasn’t sure how I felt about doing this to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to give you everything you want, but the idea of knives being so close to your delicate flesh bothered me a little,” I admit.
“You don’t plan on cutting me, right?” she asks, her voice slightly shaking. I smile at her.