The Marriage Debt: Chapter 6

The fiery look in her eyes is all I ever dreamed of.

Day and night, when she disappeared on me, all I could see in my mind were those sparkling eyes begging me to come and find them in the dark.

And now she’s here, right in front of me, with my ring around her finger and those pretty little lips ready for the taking.

Whatever I tell her to do, nothing is off-limits. Not with me, not in this house, and definitely not when it comes to her body.

I own her now.

And she’d better make me the happiest fucking man on the planet.

Or I’ll destroy everything she loves with the snap of a finger.

She inches forward slowly on hands and knees, her eyes peering up into mine with a doe-like innocence, and I can’t wait to fuck that fake innocence right out of her. She’s pretending, always has. Always pretending to be a saint while underneath that veneer is a vixen waiting to come out and play.

I’ll coax it out of her, make her want for more than she could ever hope to desire. And I’ll deny her every last ounce of pleasure until she begs me for it.

She crawls closer and closer until her face is right in front of the tip, and the sight of her wetting her pretty little lips makes me even harder than before. Veins protrude the skin, and her eyes widen the second my dick bobs up and down. A devilish smile spreads on my lips.

“What’s wrong, Jill? Afraid I might destroy your throat?” I murmur, and I lean in to grab her chin to guide her forward. “Don’t worry, you won’t need it for anything other than pleasing me anyway.”

She throws me a damning look, but her lips still part when I push them down.

“That’s it, bunny. Show me how much you’re willing to do.”

“You’re sick,” she whispers.

I tilt my head and lean back in the chair while admiring her lips mere inches away from my pre-cum. “Tell me something I don’t know. Now lick.”

Her tongue dips out, and she tips her face up to look me in the eyes, but the second her tongue hits my length, goose bumps erupt all over my body. Fuck. Nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the feel of her tongue swiveling around my dick. I’ve waited so long for this day—dreamed of it every single night she wasn’t mine—and now I finally have her for the taking.

Fuck, I want more. It’s not enough.

“Take it into your mouth, bunny,” I say, admiring how diligently she’s lapping me up.

She takes a second to swallow and glances at my length like she’s gathering courage, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t stroke my ego. I just want her to stroke something else.

“Put some effort into it,” I growl. “Satisfy me.”

She looks up at me with contempt again, only to inch closer and open her mouth fully, wrapping those sweet little lips all around the tip. I groan with delight when she lowers them a little. Every inch is taking too much time. It’s like she’s gradually easing herself into it, but I’m impatient, and I want so much more from her.

“Lower,” I growl, glaring down at her while she tries her best to suck me off. “Use your tongue like you use it to talk.”

She stops for a second to mouth, “Fuck you.”

So I lean in and grab her by the hair, forcing her head back. “Ask me nicely, and I just might do it.”

The annoyed look on her face makes the little devil inside me come out. “Now be a good little bunny and lick.”

I push her head back over my dick so far she gags. Teardrops form in her eyes, and when I let go, she immediately pulls back to suck in the air and cough.

“Jesus,” she mutters.

“Luca will do,” I respond, grinning like a fucker.

I can’t say I hated the sound of her choking on my length. I could get used to it.

When she looks at me with saliva running down her lips, I add, “What’s wrong, bunny? You look a little overwhelmed.”

She quickly gobbles up the spit and immediately lunges back in to lick me, a little too fervently if you ask me. She’s really going for it this time, sucking and licking me like there’s no tomorrow, and I love this filthy side of her. My balls start to strain at the feel of her tongue circling my length, and it makes me want nothing more than to shoot my cum right in her throat.

But something holds me back.

Something glimmering in her eyes as she looks up at me while trying not to gag.

Fear.

My eyes narrow, and I grab her head and push her down again all the way to the base, but it makes her gag so hard she pulls back and falls down onto her ass, coughing out loud.

“Hmm …”

She looks me up and down, her gaze flicking between my dick and my eyes as if she’s trying to decide whether she’s going to do this. If she can do this.

Interesting.

I lean forward while she’s on her ass breathing out loud. “It’s almost as if you’ve never done this before.”

She shudders in place. “I-I have, but I’ve never—”

“Never had such a huge one?” I raise a brow. I don’t want to hear about her previous experience. In fact, I wish I could erase them all and be the first to give her all of it. But she went missing for years, and we can’t take back those years, no matter how much I’d like to try.

She swallows and nods a little.

What she needs is a little motivation.

Jill

He suddenly lunges to the cabinet next to him and fishes something out of the drawer. He’s so quick I don’t see what it is until he’s already pushed it around my neck and locked it in place. My hand instantly moves to my throat, clutching whatever it is he put there, and only then do I realize what it is.

A collar.

With a tiny bunny attached at the end of a loop.

“No, no, no, take this off,” I say, scratching at it in the hopes that I can tear it away, but it won’t budge.

He twirls the only key around his finger, showing off the power he holds with a smirk on his face. The kind that makes me scoot back on hands and knees while he reaches into the drawer to take out something else.

A leash.

I shake my head. “Get that thing away from me.”

I crawl back as far as possible until I hit the wall with my back while he approaches ever so slyly. His length is still as hard as ever, glistening with saliva and pre-cum, the mere sight making me gulp. I’ve never seen anyone this huge, but more importantly … I’ve never licked one the way I just did.

How do I pretend to know what I’m doing when I have no clue?

I can’t let him find out about my inexperience because he’ll use it against me.

He steps closer and closer until he’s right in front of me, and I’m begging him with my eyes to have mercy even though I’d never say the words out loud. It’s what he wants the most, me begging, and I refuse to give that to him.

But dammit, the second he leans over, I’m about ready.

“Please …” I murmur, desperate as I look up into his eyes while he clicks the leash in place around the collar.

“Please what, bunny?” he muses, tipping up my chin.

When I don’t say another word, he smiles, and says, “Please … me.”

He grips the leash with a fist and tugs hard, pulling me up along the wall until I’m standing.

“You’re despicable,” I say through gritted teeth.

“And you’re in need of a little education,” he muses. His tongue dips out to lick his lips. “You thought I’d be satisfied with a little bit of sucking?” He pulls the leash to force me closer until his mouth is right beside my ear. “I need your full submission, bunny.”

Goose bumps scatter across my skin. No man has ever spoken to me like that before.

Then again, Luca is no man.

He’s a monster, and that’s all he’ll ever be to me.

“You act all tough and smart-ass, but it’s all a disguise, and I see right through it, Jill,” he says, his hand slowly sliding farther up my thigh until it becomes hard to breathe. “You’re hiding something, and I’ll find out what it is,” he whispers, his grip on the leash growing tighter as he pushes himself up against me, hard-on poking my thigh as he breathes into my ear. “And if you won’t tell me your secrets, I guess I’ll have to fuck them out of you.”

My whole body zings when his fingers reach my panties, and I try so hard not to react, but it’s hard when he tugs them aside and slips underneath. I hold my breath, but the second he touches my slit, I’m done for.

A breathy gasp leaves my lips as he circles my clit, sliding slowly between my slit like he’s enjoying the feel of my flesh around his finger. He groans against my ear, baring his teeth to nibble on my earlobe, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.

“I remember the way you trembled for me the first time I did this to you, Jill,” he murmurs, expertly swiveling across my pussy. “I remember every shiver, every breath, every moan …” He fists the leash harder and pulls me even closer, forcing me to feel his dick poke into my thigh like a looming promise. “How wet you were for me when I fucked you with my knife.”

My eyes burst open as his finger presses against my clit.

“Do you remember too, Jill?” He slides his finger farther and farther between my slit until he finds my entrance again, and when he thrusts in, I gasp.

“You will give it all to me again, and again, and again,” he groans, fucking me with his finger.

Oh, God. It’s been so long ago, but I remember it as if it happened yesterday.

He snuck into my room through the window at my parents’ house, all wet and hungry-looking. Every move he made only pushed me more into a corner until I had nowhere left to go.

And when he got his hands on me, it was like everything else ceased to matter.

Even as he plunged the handle of a knife into my pussy, I still wished for more.

More of him, more of his greedy touches, needy for his all-consuming love.

For all those years, he loathed me, bullied me until I finally gave up.

Even back then, he’d do anything to own me.

And now I’m his, exactly how he planned, and I can’t even say no.

I can’t say no to the onslaught of emotions swirling through my body as he thrusts in and out, as he pulls the leash tighter until I can barely breathe, and presses his devilish lips onto my neck and actually … kisses me.