A Debt Owed: Chapter 13

The reception ended fast, just the way I like it, with a few gifts sprinkled here and there courtesy of our guests. I don’t want to waste time on celebrations when I can finally be alone with her … my princess … my wife.

With Charlotte Van Buren finally mine to ravish, I can’t wait to get my hands all over her. A honeymoon isn’t necessary. My mansion will do just fine as I have plenty of ways to spoil her there.

We’re in the limo on our way back home, and my hand can’t stop drifting toward her. I caress her soft arms and slide my hand on top of the fabric of her dress, petting her leg and squeezing it softly.

However, she moves away, clenching her legs as she gazes out the window as if pretending I’m not there. But we both know she’s only avoiding the inevitable. Now that she’s my wife, I have every right to claim her, and she knows this.

She’s holding off because she’s scared, but that’s okay. I’ll teach her everything she needs to know … I may be only a few years older than her, but I have enough experience to know how to make her go crazy.

First, I need to open her up to the idea. Plant a seed of hesitance so she’ll start to doubt her own resilience against my seduction … and then I’ll pounce.

My finger trails along her soft cheeks and earlobe as I admire the diamonds in her ear. They look gorgeous on her, just as everything else she wears. “You looked so pretty out there today. I couldn’t stop looking at you.”

“Is a compliment supposed to make me feel better about this? Because it doesn’t,” she retorts, trying to shift her neck farther away from me, but it only allows me to move closer and caress her neck fully.

“You should be thankful your father’s still alive,” I tell her.

“Oh, I am, but that’s not thanks to you,” she says, licking her lips.

If she thinks she has a say in things, I’ve got news for her because I’m the one in control. I cup her chin and force her to look at me. “If he’s alive, it’s only because I let him live. That’s my mercy. Do not mistake it for your power.”

She jerks free as we arrive at my home. I get out she immediately bursts out after I open her door. I follow her inside, and we stomp up the stairs, where I attempt to grasp her hand. She pulls away and storms to her room.

She may think this is all fine and dandy, but this conversation and my appetite for her are far from over.

Charlotte

“Leave me alone,” I say, trying to get away from him, but no matter where I go, he follows me. I can’t escape, no matter how badly I want to. Fuck.

“You’re my wife now, Charlotte. It’s time you started behaving,” he replies, following me into my room. With him, nothing is private, nothing is sacred, and that scares me … but at the same time, my heart is in my throat at the thought of being in the same room with him.

I cannot give in. My pride is worth more than a ring on my finger.

I spin on my heels, my arms folded as I glare at him. “Yes, I am your wife.” Saying that out loud sounds dirty. “You got what you wanted. What else is there to give? I have nothing left.”

“Yes, you do …” he murmurs, stepping closer into my comfort zone. I grow rigid immediately, overcome by the sheer force of dominance he exudes. “And there is so much more that I want from you.” He tips my chin up, and whispers, “Now kiss me like a proper wife.”

As he tilts his head ever so slightly, waiting for me to act, I swallow hard and think about it. If I don’t do what he wants, we both know what’ll happen. But how far am I willing to let this go? How far can I take it before I lose myself?

Judging from the smile on his face, he knows he has me where he wants me. Fuck.

“Anxious, little princess?” he murmurs with those enticing, deadly lips of his.

“Not at all,” I lie, and I close my eyes and give him the smallest of pecks on the cheek. “There you go.”

“Tsk … on the lips, princess,” he mutters, biting his bottom lip. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.”

Before I know it, he’s leaned in and pressed his lips on mine. He kisses possessively as if he wants to own my whole body, and I can’t imagine what he would do with those lips somewhere else. Fuck. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.

He took me by surprise, and I’m completely irked at how I let him kiss me, so my instinct takes over, and I bite his bottom lip.

“Ouch.” He inches back, touching his lip with his index finger. A droplet of blood rolls down, and his tongue darts out to lick it up. A soft moan escapes his mouth, and it sets my body on fire. I hate the way my body responds to his kiss and the sounds he makes. It’s wrong, and it can’t happen again.

Except he immediately grabs my hair, pulls back my head, and plants his lips on mine. This time, he’s much fiercer, much more controlling. It’s as though he’s suddenly shifted personalities, and the devil has replaced his sweeter side. This is the man who I fear, the man who I loathe … the man who can consume me. For every second his lips are on mine, I lose my sense of reality and time. All I can think of is how overwhelming it feels, and my mind turns to mush.

When his lips unlock from mine, I’m left reeling, dizzy, and completely out of tune. I’m so shaky, he has to hold me up, and his hand on my waist almost feels good. Almost.

“Is that how you like it?” he murmurs, still merely inches away from my face. His thumb slides across my cheekbone, my chin, and it dips into my mouth, pulling me closer, forcing me to lean into it. I don’t dare bite because it wouldn’t ward him off; it would only draw him closer. I’ve learned that much from our brief one on one tonight.

“You like your men assertive … to take away your sense of control so you don’t have to think about the guilt,” he murmurs, running his thumb along my lips, smearing my saliva all over my chin. “You want to be someone’s plaything so you can forget.”

I make a face and suck on my bottom lip. I won’t give him the satisfaction of being right. “Fuck you.”

A dirty smile appears on his face. “Typical … but don’t worry, princess. I’ll definitely fuck you.”

“As if,” I hiss.

“Hmm … You say that now, but you’ll change your mind. Sooner or later, you’ll give in to me. Just like you did when I kissed you,” he muses.

I’d smack that smugness off his face if I could.

“But I’ll wait because I wanna savor you,” he murmurs, toying with my hair, “until you beg me to take your cherry.”

“Never,” I reply staunchly, but my voice is shaky.

“Very convincing, princess.” He winks. Fuck him. “But we’ll see soon enough how badly you yearn to submit.”

Before I can spit in his face, he turns around and walks toward the door. “Take a bath. You look like you need one.”

And he leaves the room and locks me inside alone with all my thoughts … and a thrumming heart.

Easton

I lean back in my comfy recliner. I wonder how warm she made the water and if she prefers bubbles or oil. If she likes the tub I had installed for her. What she looks like underneath all that fabric. Her soft, naked skin.

The number of layers on her huge dress surprise me. Maybe I should’ve told Jill to help her undress. I wonder if she’d allow Jill to help her or if she’d yell for her to leave. Charlotte doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who enjoys being watched.

Too bad for her.

It looks as though she’s managing quite well on her own. All that’s left to take off is the tight corset around her waist. The pretty lace looks delicate, and a part of me wishes I was there myself to take it off. I have to take it slow, though, and give her time to adjust to her new status … and to me.

I can watch her perfectly fine from here in my private study. My laptop has a direct connection to every camera in this house. Secured by a password, of course, since I wouldn’t want a certain young lady snooping around.

No, I’ll be the only one in this house who knows what’s going on, and I’ll be the only one who watches her undress.

Her clothes drop to the floor, uncovering a magnificent body. More beautiful than I could’ve imagined with its sinful curves and her deliciously round butt. I wonder how smooth her creases are, and what her moans would sound like if I let my hands slide up toward those already taut nipples.

Fuck. I’m getting hard from the thought.

She tiptoes around like a little fairy, touching the water with a single fingertip before inching closer and letting her foot slide in. Then she picks up a bottle and chucks in the contents. Oil it is. Maybe I’ll introduce her to the bubbles next time … when we get in together.

Like an elegant swan, she sits down in the tub and leans back, exposing her belly, her ample breasts, and her sexy legs along with that pussy that I yearn for so much.

My hand immediately moves toward the tent in my pants, rubbing the hardness underneath as I watch her bathe. She washes with a damp cloth, dabbing it all along her body with her eyes closed. It’s as if she’s enjoying herself, and I can’t get enough of watching her do it. It turns me on like nothing else, and I bring my hand into my pants to masturbate to the sight.

I don’t care that it’s wrong or that she doesn’t know I’m watching. I need to release this pent-up desire, or I’ll take it from her instead, and we both know she doesn’t want that … yet.

Besides, my door is locked. No one can find me here, and I can enjoy her naked splendor all by myself, just the way it’s supposed to be. My fucking wife is mine to savor, mine to cherish, and I will fucking take lots of pleasure in watching her.

My balls squeeze tightly as she parts her legs. I catch a glimpse of her tight pussy and imagine squirting my cum all over her. I wonder how she’d react. If she’d slap me … or if it’d make her wet instead.

I know she likes it. She can pretend all she wants that she doesn’t, but we both know it’s a lie. I’ve seen her do it in her own apartment, back when she didn’t know all the things I had planned for her. When I came to her at night and stole her laptop, I browsed through her history and found hours and hours of watched porn … including gangbangs and forced deep throating with lots of gagging and crying.

It’s a secret fantasy of hers that she can’t wait to live out. Once I remind her of it, and she realizes it’s within her reach … and then I’ll give her what she needs and own her. Body and soul.

But as I’m about to reach the edge, she suddenly looks up … straight into the camera.