The Marriage Debt: Chapter 18

My entire face turns red.

“Is something wrong, honey?” my mom asks, raising her brow in that way she only does when she’s masking her annoyance.

I gasp as Luca pulls his fingers away, and my legs tighten from the feel of his hand sliding away again as though nothing ever happened.

I don’t even know how to respond as Luca brings his hand to his mouth and, in full view of literally our entire family, sucks on his fingers all while gazing at me.

“Yeah, Jill, something wrong?” he muses, wearing a dark smile on his face.

Oh, my fucking God.

If I could smack that smug grin off, I would.

But that would mean admitting something happened.

Something forbidden and totally inappropriate.

And so goddamn hot that I’m sweating profusely in this dress, so much so that I scoot my chair back and stand, muttering, “I … I have to go … powder my nose.”

“Powder your nose?” Jasmine responds, snorting.

“Yeah, go powder your nose, Jill,” Luca adds, winking as he looks at me.

I immediately look away, only to face the rest of the people at this table with incredible shame. And they’re all looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have.

I slowly slip away from the table, running halfway to the bathroom, before I close the door behind me and take a moment to breathe and think about what the fuck just happened.

My pussy still throbs, and I can still feel his fingers between my legs.

Fuck.

I look around the room at the dim neon lights hanging from the wall, the statue of a naked woman next to the door, and the exotic velvety purple wallpaper that has turned blueish from the sultry lighting. The place looks oddly … sensual.

Not the kind of bathroom you’d expect in this high-end restaurant.

I try to catch my bearings, but nothing helps, so I walk to the sink and turn on the faucet to splash my face to cool down the heat spreading in my body.

All I can think of is how good it felt when he did that … and how badly I wanted to grab him too.

What is wrong with me?

When I raise my head to look at myself again, Luca is right there, staring at me through the mirror.

I squeal.

“Luca!”

There’s a devilish smile on his face that only deepens the second I spot him. Like he enjoys seeing me jolt up and down from the scare.

“What are you doing here? This is the girls’ bathroom,” I say, trying to keep my cool, but it’s hard when he’s so close to me.

And it especially becomes hard to breathe when he presses his body against mine, his hard-on pressing up against my ass as he plants both hands on the sink.

“I just came …” Goose bumps scatter on my skin. “To see how you were doing.”

His voice is low, gravelly, on the verge of a growl, and it sets off a desire I didn’t know I had.

Fuck.

Something tells me he isn’t just here to check on me.

But to take pleasure in seeing me all worked up.

He did this just to show me he could.

To show everyone who has the power.

Who owns me.

And I won’t forget.

No matter how damn hard he makes it.

Luca

I couldn’t stop myself from following her.

After the way she just exploded into complete bliss on that chair right there, how could I not?

Witnessing something like that, in public, in front of her own damn family, is nothing short of magic.

Fuck the food, this is the crème de la crème.

The icing on the fucking cake.

Nothing can compare to seeing her fall apart for me in full view of everyone who ever thought they could keep me away from her.

Jill belongs to me and no one else, and I will make it everyone’s business.

I lean in and take a whiff of her intoxicating scent. “You smell delicious after coming so hard.”

“You embarrassed me,” she hisses.

Our eyes connect through the mirror. Hers blaze with a fire I rarely see, but the type I can appreciate.

“In front of everyone.”

I push aside her hair and slide my index finger down her cheek as we look at each other. “You made sure they didn’t know … just how good it felt.”

I plant a delicate but fiery kiss on her neck, taking ample time to enjoy the taste of her skin on my lips. She shudders, visibly affected by my show of appreciation.

“I like it when you’re a good girl, Jill,” I murmur.

“Why? Because it’s easier to pretend you own me?”

Pretend? Fuck no.

I grip her neck and force her to look at me. “I don’t play pretend. I fucking own, Jill. And I own your body and soul.” My tongue darts out to lick her earlobe. “The only one pretending here is you.”

“What the hell does that mean?” she quips, trying her very best not to whimper.

“You’re telling yourself you don’t like what I do,” I reply, intensifying my grip on her neck as I suck on her earlobe between words. “You fake your way through hating me.”

“You make it easy when you do that to me,” she spits.

“Do what?” I narrow my eyes as my hand slides from the sink to her waist, dipping between her thighs again to claim what rightfully belongs to me. “Make you squirm in your seat until you come so hard you can’t contain your moans?”

“Why here? We’re at a family dinner,” she says through gritted teeth, but her breathing is becoming more ragged every second I spend nibbling her ear. When I slide up her dress and grab her pussy, her face turns red.

“I don’t fucking care where and when. You belong to me, and I’ll have my fucking woman wherever I fucking want.”

My words make her eyes widen, or maybe it’s my hand that’s snaked its way underneath her dress, right into her panties. One swipe and I know I’m right.

“You’re wet as fuck for me, Jill.”

“I just—”

She swallows her words, and it makes me smirk.

Always the uptight Goody Two-shoes, even now. “You just what, Jill? Came? You can’t say it out loud, can you?” I swipe my finger along her pussy, just like I did underneath the table, and it doesn’t take long to make her thighs clench.

“Your parents were always so strict with you, weren’t they? You weren’t allowed to even talk about sex, let alone think about it.”

She swallows away the lump in her throat as she struggles to stop the moans from tumbling off her tongue.

She’s so easy to please, yet so rough around the edges, like any touch will set her off. And I’m starting to wonder if she ever even …

I pull my hand from her panties, grab her hand, and bring it down between her legs. Her eyes immediately fixate on mine as I look at her through the mirror, clutching her hand in place while I swirl it around. “Touch yourself, Jill. Do it like you used to … before I first came into your room to do it for you.”

She whimpers, struggling to do what I ask as if it’s all too embarrassing to do in front of me. But I’ve seen that face she makes before, the one that makes me fucking hard.

“Don’t look away,” I say, looking her in the eyes as I help her play with herself. “Let me see you fall apart.”

“I can’t,” she mutters. “Why now? We already did this in there and—”

My grip on her throat tightens. “And it’s never fucking enough for me. I want to see you fall apart from my fingers every damn day for the rest of my life. I will never fucking have enough. Not here. Not anywhere. I want to imprint this image into my brain so I can enjoy it for the rest of my life.”

The blush on her face only grows, but I don’t care if she’s embarrassed by the idea of showing her most vulnerable parts.

I want all of her.

Not just the parts she’s willing to give.

I want every inch of her, even the parts she hates.

Even the parts she was taught to suppress.

The hunger. The defiance. The greed. The lust.

I want it all and more, so much fucking more.

So I circle my hand over hers and push down on her fingers until she touches her own clit right through her panties. The mirror fogs from her rapid breaths as I force her to play with herself, my dick getting harder and harder in my pants from the sheer sight of her unraveling right in front of me.

Still, her movements are rigid and not at all focused on the good spots, but I know she has them.

“C’mon, Jill. Show me what you can do,” I whisper in her ear, pressing my cock up against her ass. “Pleasure yourself for me.”

“I don’t think I can do it again,” she murmurs.

“Yes, you can,” I growl, still helping her. “You can come again and again and again …”

“When is it enough?” she whimpers.

“When I’ve had my fill,” I reply, and I quickly push aside her panties and shove her hand over her pussy. “Now show me what you like.”

“What I like?” she asks.

“Yeah …” I plant a soft but hungry kiss underneath her ear, only looking up to meet her gaze. “So I can do it to you when we get home. Unless you want me to do it again in front of your entire family?”

“No!” she says. “I’ll do it.”

She swallows again, her legs clenching as she starts rubbing herself.

Finally, she understands the message.

There is no denying me.

“Good. That’s it, bunny. Show me how good it feels.”

She swirls her finger around, her body erupting into goose bumps as she flicks her clit. Still, she looks like a statue, her fingers circling around with no control as she sighs out loud.

And it only makes me question her honesty more and more…

When she fake-moans, I grab her hand and stop her, looking her dead in the eyes. “Remember when I first touched you in your room?”

She nods.

“I asked you if you’d ever done this before, and you said yes.”

Her eyes widen.

“That was a lie, wasn’t it?”

She shakes her head, so I grab her ass and spank her hard.

“Don’t lie to me.”

I spank her again and again until she clenches her thighs and says, “Yes!”

I pause midair, glaring at her through the mirror. “Yes, what?”

“Yes … I lied.”

My God.

So I wasn’t just fucking dealing with a virgin.

I was playing with a girl who had never even played with herself before.

My fingers and my knife were the first to touch that beautiful pussy.

“You took my … first,” she says, blinking rapidly.

Her first … everything.

Fuck. I can’t believe it.

It’s too good to be true, but it is.

“Why did you lie?”

“I didn’t want to look weak,” she replies after a few seconds.

“You think you’re weak?” I growl, and I twist her around so we’re face-to-face, and I grab her chin. “You are not weak, Jill. You’re my wife.” I lift her chin up so she looks at me. “And I don’t marry weaklings.”

She bites her lip, defiantly … hungry, as if she’s begging me to take her. “Are you mad?”

“Mad?” A devilish smirk forms on my lips. Since when does she care about my feelings? “It can’t get any better than this.”

I lift her in my arms and set her down on the sink, ripping down her panties with ease. She squeals, but I cover her mouth with mine. I’m done waiting until she kisses me. I’m taking what’s mine now.

She doesn’t protest as I lick the seam of her lips to force my way inside and probe the roof of her mouth. My hands clutch her waist as I part her legs to move in closer and kiss her deeper, harder, faster. I can’t stop myself from ravaging her anymore, from groaning as I explore her mouth with my tongue and taste her on my lips. My dick almost bursts out of my pants just from this kiss, and I’m almost ready to pull it out and shove it straight into her.

But then I remember …

My own deepest, darkest wish.

I don’t just fucking want her.

I want her to fucking want me.

So I tear away from her lips and stare at her for a moment, at that beautiful round face, those precious eyes, and those pretty red lips begging for more. God, after waiting to have her for so long, I can barely control myself around her. Especially when she looks at me like she wants more of where that came from.

Still, I step back. If I knew back then what I know now.

I’m her first.

Not just her first kiss or her first touch … but her first ever orgasm.

It all belongs to me.

I tainted her.

Ruined her.

And fuck me if that isn’t the sexiest thing in the entire fucking world.

“Why did you stop?” she murmurs.

“Stay there,” I growl, forcing myself to stay put in the middle of the bathroom. “Open your legs.”

“I don’t understand—”

She stops talking the second I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. Her hungry eyes immediately home in on it, and my dick bobs up and down from the sheer desire in her eyes.

Fuck me, what I wouldn’t give to ram into her throat right now.

But I have to control myself.

“Don’t move,” I say, swallowing hard as I rub the pre-cum all over my length.

She gulps from the sight of me stroking myself slowly, her breathing growing more rapid the longer I continue. I know she secretly likes watching me, wondering about all the things I could do to her, even if she’ll never admit it.

But I see her. I see all the things she tries to hide from the world.

And I will make sure she knows too.

“Touch yourself,” I say.

Her eyes widen. “Wha—?”

“You heard me,” I interject. “Touch yourself like I just touched you.”

Her cheeks flush with redness. “I don’t know—”

“Yes, you do. I just showed you how.” I stop stroking myself and wait for a second until she finally gets the memo and moves her hands down between her legs. “That’s it, bunny. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

I know it’s her first time, but she has to learn how to let go, and I’m here for it.

I want to see her unravel, watch her plummet from the sky like a goddamn angel falling from heaven. And I will be there to fucking catch her like the devil down below.

When she starts rubbing herself, I do too, going the same rhythm, fighting the urge to blow my load. Not yet, not fucking yet. Even though the pressure in my balls is rising, and I want nothing more than to squirt it all over her.

Wait. Stroke. Wait. Stroke. Agonizingly slow. Drip. Drip. Drip. More pre-cum falls to the floor. But I keep going, and I don’t care how filthy this place becomes when I’m done.

My eyes are on her fingers, flicking back and forth across her pussy. Her cheeks turn redder with every passing second as her breathing comes in shallow pants. She’s doing exactly what I told her, exactly the way I showed her, alternating slow swirls with fast ones until her fingers are covered in her own juices.

“Lick your fingers,” I say.

She stares at me in shock like I’m asking the impossible. “No, I—”

“Do it,” I say, staring right back at her.

I’m not asking.

It’s not a request.

It’s a demand.

To see how far she’d go to please me and keep me happy and entertained.

A test … to see if she’s exactly what I hoped for. Everything I ever dreamed of.

And when she brings her fingers to her mouth, and her tongue dips out to have a taste, I know I picked the right girl.

“Good little bunny … Do you taste how hot you are for me?” I ask.

She nods and slips her hands between her legs again, unable to stop now that she’s had a feel. And it brings the wickedest of smiles to my face to think that I brought her down. That I was the one who showed her just how deviant she can be.

“Now make yourself come, just like I did under the table,” I murmur, still jerking off right in front of her. “Only this time, I want you to moan.”

She gasps, still circling her clit, but her cheeks glow again. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” I reply. “You’ve done it before.”

“What if they hear?”

My eyes narrow as I swathe more pre-cum over my length. “Exactly. The. Point.”

She swallows hard. But I don’t relent.

“I won’t stop until you give me what I want, Jill,” I murmur, jerking off to the sight of her playing with herself, my cock bobbing up and down from the sheer excitement. “Look at my cock and fantasize about it the way I fantasized about fucking your pussy.”

“Why do you want me to do this?” she asks, all heady from her own touches.

“Because I want to watch you fall apart. Over and over again. And I want you to do it yourself. I want you to become the person you were meant to be,” I reply. “My filthy little fuck bunny.”

My words almost send her over the edge right there as she gasps for air while flicking her clit so hard wetness begins to flow. And my tongue dips out in response, licking my lips like the ravenous wolf I am, wishing I could bury my face in that innocent little pussy right there.

But I don’t want her innocent anymore.

I want to turn her into a lusty little whore … only for me.

“That’s it, Jill. When I come, you come,” I say, running my hand over the tip. “Look at me and this long, hard cock waiting for you to beg.”

She shakes her head. “I’ve never done this—”

“Focus on the feeling,” I interject.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she says. “It’s not allowed—”

“Like hell it isn’t,” I growl. “We’re not kids anymore. We’re grown adults now. We can do whatever the fuck we want. Fuck your parents and fuck what they taught you. I decide what’s allowed now.”

She gulps, visibly shaken. But she doesn’t ever stop touching herself, not even as she doubts the very thing she clearly enjoys so much.

“Now play with yourself until you feel the heat rise and let it go,” I say. “Just like when I strung you up from the ceiling and licked you until you screamed.”

“Oh, God,” she murmurs, the sheer memory making goose bumps appear on her skin.

A dirty grin spreads on my lips. I know she remembers. It’s impossible to forget what I did … and what I can do to her if she’d only let me.

I’m so turned on by what she’s doing to herself, by how she’s looking at my dick with carnal hunger in her eyes, I’m struggling to keep it together. Until she finally lets go of that moan she’s been holding for so long, and a gush of wetness flows out of her.

I groan along with her and let myself go. My seed squirts out in huge jets, right onto her body. It splatters all over her legs and hands and onto her pussy she tried so hard to keep pristine. Tainted by yours truly, a devious mark of ownership.

And when I’m done spraying her with my cum, I release myself and march up to her with it dangling half-hard between my legs. Her eyes can barely focus on anything else but the ring going through the tip, but I’m way more interested in her heavy breathing.

“You came …” I murmur, and when she can’t even look at me without blushing, I tip up her chin and make her look. “Did it feel good, bunny?”

She nods, embarrassed I’d even ask.

But I don’t let her look away. “Now you know why your parents tried to stop you from even trying.” I lean in to whisper into her ear, “And I’ll make you do this over and over again until you get the point.”

She sucks in a breath. “Why?”

“Because I want you, and everyone else you know, to know you’re mine.” When I lean back again, the wicked grin on my face sets her off.

“You’re a vile human being,” she says. “You only did that so my family would hear?”

Hmm … I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t true.

But it’s not the only truth.

“What do you think?” I reply.

I can’t help myself.

I have to always taunt her. Something about her enraged face gets me wild.

But she shoves me aside and jumps off the sink.

She attempts to grab a tissue, but I snatch her wrist. “No.”

She frowns. “I’m covered in your jizz.”

“Exactly. Mine.”

We stare at each other for a moment.

I lean in, and say, “And I want everyone to know.”

“I can’t go out there like this.”

Bending over, I grab her panties and slide them up her legs, taking it agonizingly slow so she feels my fingers as I touch her thighs and pull the panties up, sealing the deal when they cover her pussy.

With a snap, they secure in place, right on top of the warm, salty, dripping cum. And I plant my hand on top and rub it in nicely, making her squirm from my touch.

“My fucking bunny … and no one else’s.”

“All this … because of your need to prove yourself,” she says through gritted teeth. She pushes past me, patting down her dress in a hurry. “I can’t believe I just did that. Never fucking mind.” She barges toward the door.

What the fuck is she talking about? Proving myself?

Fuck, that’s not the only reason, though I am damn fucking proud of myself that I managed to get her to finger herself and that I didn’t try to destroy her.

“Where are you going?” I ask. “Dinner isn’t over yet.”

“Away from you and your stupid games. I should’ve known better than to think you could ever change.”

“Change?” I scoff. “When did I ever give that impression?”

“You didn’t,” she says, clutching the handle. “But I was dumb and thought maybe, just maybe, if I gave in and did what you wanted, you could’ve been more like your brother.”

My eyes begin to twitch, and the smile on my face from seconds ago vanishes into thin air.

But before I can even say a motherfucking word, she’s already exited the door and left me to seethe in my own bubbling rage.