Chapter 20
Caydence
Sweat drips down my temples as I lie here on the floor. Devon scoots closer to me, running his fingers up and down along my back. It feels so good, but so did everything he did to me.
I wasn’t sure I would like that, but I did. I know I read about it, but having it done to me was different. It was exciting and enthralling. The high I felt was like nothing else in the world.
“You glad you came?” he asks, and I smile.
“Very glad.”
“So you enjoyed that?”
“More than I thought I would,” I admit.
“Good. That was just the beginning. I have so much more planned for you and that sexy body of yours,” he tells me. A chill runs down my spine, and I can’t help but smile at his words.
“Did you really read the books?” I ask him curiously, not sure if he was telling the truth or not.
“Yeah, I did. The whole gun sex thing? Not happening,” he adds.
“Didn’t like that?”
“The idea that it could actually go off kind of turned me off of that.”
“And the other stuff?”
“The other stuff I can manage. Tying you up. Locking you in position with the seatbelt. Choking you. Wearing a mask for you. I can do all that and more,” he adds. The mask sends a chill through me, thinking about the masked man who watches me.
“I’ve never had anyone do those things to me,” I tell him truthfully. I’ve only ever read about them.
“And now you’re going to live your fantasies right here with me,” he says. I like the idea of Devon being the one to do them to me. I honestly think that if anyone can pull it off, he can.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Don’t thank me. If a book can make you hot, I can make you hotter.” He’s right. I did enjoy reading about it, but actually having him do it to me was so much better. I’ve never felt anything like that before.
We lie here, his fingers roaming over my back but staying as close to me as possible. It’s nice just being in the moment with him.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask.
“You want more? I still have paddles, beads, and ass plugs.” I laugh a little.
“Are we just going to stay in the basement all night?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
“I bet you wouldn’t.”
“I’m not sure, but I think you enjoyed that fucking you got,” he teases.
“You like it when I beg you, don’t you?” Devon sighs before answering.
“It’s like a sick fucking power trip. Having you beg me for what you want. Hearing you say the words. Knowing I’m the one in charge of your pleasure.”
“I can do it more often.”
“I planned on making you.” Now I laugh once more as Devon pulls away and stands. I roll onto my side and glance up at him. He holds his hand out to me, and I gladly take it.