“What did you do?” I asked, waving my hands at the mountain of packages.
He stepped behind me, sliding his hands beneath my hoodie.
“You’re mine now, Everly. Not for months, not for years—for life,” he murmured, cupping my breasts. “If I want to buy you shit, I will.”
“So romantic,” I whispered.
He squeezed, leaning in close, his breath warm against my ear.
“You can’t deny how much you love being my little fucktoy, can you?”
His fingers pinched tighter around my nipples. He didn’t hold back. I hissed at the sting—but when I clenched, I felt the damn plug he’d left in me.
“How much you love taking my cock?” he murmured, dragging his lips along my neck.
The deliveryman passed again, arms full of boxes.
“Yes,” I gasped, and he released me, his hands dropping to my hips.
“By the time we deal with this delivery, it will be time for your next load.”
The fucking psycho.
But he was a hot psycho.
Chapter 11
Silas
It didn't make sense to buy her so many clothes when I wanted to keep her chained and naked by my side. That wasn't practical but it was nice fantasy. I watched her fold the last of her clothes and slipped the lube into my pocket. I sat on the bed as she stood up.
“Come over here, Everly,” I said, patting my leg. “Sweatpants off and bend over my knee.”
She hesitated, rightly suspicious of my intentions.
“We need to re-lube you for your star performance tonight.”
That's all I needed to say for her to drop her pants and close the gap between us. I helped her bend over my knees, adjusting her position until her bare bottom was at the highest point. Her hair fell over her face and covered the floor.
“You've been such a well-behaved toy,” I murmured, massaging her buttocks.
I took my time easing the anal plug out, patiently waiting for her to relax. There was little lube left on it. I placed it on the towel and pulled the lube out of my pocket.
She exhaled slowly, melting into my lap as I parted her cheeks. Her skin was warm beneath my palms, already flushed. I could feel the tension in her muscles—the anticipation.
“Let’s keep you stretched and primed,” I said, covering two fingers with lubricant. She flinched as the gel touched herentrance, but didn’t resist. She never did when I touched her like this.
“You know what I like, don’t you fucktoy?” I whispered, tracing slow, lazy circles with the slick. “Ready to be used. Filled. Paraded.”
She made a soft sound, more breath than voice. I slid my finger in, twisting it gently to make room. The plug had trained her well. She took it like it was second nature now.
“Good girl,” I said approvingly, sliding in a second finger just to hear her gasp. “Almost ready for curtain call.”
I stretched my fingers, watching her ring yield. She moaned, squirming on my lap, her fingers tugging at my trousers.
By the time the plug was back inside, she’d be begging for me to ruin her pussy.
“That’s my good girl,” I said when I felt her relax her muscles again. “Keep your little fuckhole open for me. I’ll fill it up tonight.”
