A Debt Owed: Chapter 24

“Good thinking,” Easton says with a dark, seductive voice. “Now turn around.”

I frown. “Why?”

He takes off his belt, pulling it through the loops with care before snapping it on his hand. Over … and over … again. My eyes can’t stop focusing on it while his sparkle with excitement at the sight of my terror.

“What are you going to do?” I mutter.

“Do what I say, princess.” The harshness in his voice makes me gulp. I shouldn’t mess with him right now. His muscles are tense as though he’s completely ready to fuck the living shit out of me. But that’s just it … I’m not sure I’m ready.

I’ve never done this before. An actual dick has never been inside me. Maybe a few toys, but that was it. I already accepted he was going to be my first, but I just didn’t know when. But now that the time has arrived, am I ready? Am I willing to do this?

I swallow away the lump in my throat while his cock grows harder and harder in his pants. A part of me wants to run for the hills, but another is eager to use this opportunity to my advantage. This is the only way … the only way to get him to trust me … So that I can use him too.

I spin on my feet and face the screen. The camera points right at us, my body on full display as he steps behind me and grabs my wrists, pinning them on my back. He ties them together tightly until the leather burns into my skin. A whimper rolls off my lips, but he covers my mouth with a hand.

“No crying, princess. All I want from you are moans,” he growls.

Suddenly, a flat hand lands on my ass.

I squeak, but his hand muffles the sound.

“What did I say?”

He slaps me again, harder this time. The sound emanating from my lungs is unstoppable. The stinging sensation left on my skin heats my core, and tears sting my eyes.

“Not a single mewl,” he growls, and he smacks me again, repeating it until all that’s left are ragged breaths and unwanted desire pooling between my legs. My knees are weak, and my legs are close to giving in. The desk is the only thing keeping me standing.

“Good. You’re finally beginning to learn,” he says.

He lifts my dress all the way over my ass and rips down my panties in one go. I gasp and turn my head, but he immediately shoves my face onto the desk. “Who said you could look?”

A sudden finger up my pussy makes me moan out loud.

I didn’t mean to talk. It slipped out.

His finger goes up and down, each stroke a little farther until he’s inside me completely. My body reels with energy, and at the same time, I feel meek like a little lamb. I despise him, yet I can’t say no, can’t speak up. All I can do is lie here and accept his lust.

When he pulls out, I pant with relief. But he’s far from done with me.

He continues stroking my clit, getting me all hot and bothered.

“See how much you want this? How wet you are for me?” he growls. “I own you. Whether you like it or not, your body belongs to me. It sings for me, Charlotte, and you will too.”

Fuck, he’s right, and I hate it. I fucking hate it with all my guts.

But this had to happen. After all the pushing and pulling, the tug-of-war we had, this was the only outcome. And as he thrums my pussy and circles my clit, I’m not even sure I mind.

He plays me like a violin and knows how to make me greedy for more.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers away, and my head spins with unfulfilled desire.

Without warning, he inserts his finger into my ass.

I squeal, and he slaps me again, causing intense pulsations all across my body.

Fuck. This feels so wrong. So … immoral.

It’s exactly the way he wants me to feel. How he likes it.

Dirty. Bad. Nasty.

But the more he twists and turns, thrusting and fucking me with his finger, the more my body zings. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t even enjoy this … whatever it is he’s going to do.

“Hmm, you’re so willing tonight. I can’t wait to use those pretty fuck holes of yours,” he murmurs, groaning in delight.

He pulls out again, and I feel empty. As though my brain malfunctioned and his fingering pulled the plug.

My eyes can’t help but glance over my shoulder, and I instantly regret it. He’s fished something out of a locked drawer … lube, and a black, cone-shaped silicone object with a diamond at the end. My eyes widen.

“Is that …?”

SMACK!

Another slap on my ass has me moaning, and I buck against the table.

“I didn’t say you could look, and I never said you could speak,” he says, and I can hear him squirt lube onto the object. “You need to learn to behave, princess. Maybe this will bring you to your knees.”

Before I know it, he’s spread my cheeks and pushes something against my ass.

“Don’t fight it. It’ll only hurt more,” he growls as he pushes the object in.

“What is it?” I squeal.

“A butt plug,” he replies.

Oh my God. A butt plug? Fuck. Those are used in porn. Not … real life. Right?

He’s inserting it. Everything stretches, burns, and pinches as though it doesn’t fit. And my pussy clenches and tightens each time he pushes. The final plop puts the plug into place, and my ass feels fuller than it’s ever felt before.

Fuck. The sensations almost made me come right there and then.

“Good girl,” Easton says.

When he slaps my ass again, my whole body pulses with arousal, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. His hand caresses my cheeks, softly sliding along my curves until he reaches my pussy. Right before he touches me, he stops, leaving me with an indescribable wantonness that stirs the soul.

He scoots his desk chair closer and plops down onto it right behind me. He’s watching me, I just know it, and my cheeks heat from the thought. When he groans out loud, my clit thumps with pleasure.

The chair screeches a little as it slides closer … and closer … and closer.

A sudden warm breath on my pussy has me arching my back.

“Stay … still,” he murmurs, his face hovering mere inches from my pussy.

The moment his tongue touches my skin, I’m lost. Lost to his mouth and the way he circles that tongue all around my clit. Goose bumps scatter on my skin as he kisses and sucks me. His soft lips are pleasurable on my clit, and he knows just how to lick me to make me squirm.

This was his plan all along. To make me angry with my family so that I’d give in to his demands. And it’s working so well that I don’t even know anymore whether this sexual encounter was my idea or his.

All the lines blur as he sticks his tongue into my pussy. My mind is numb with pleasure, and I can’t think anymore. I had a plan, but that’s gone out the window too with him tying my wrists on my back. All I can do is enjoy while being at his mercy.

And fuck me … does it feel right.

“So fucking wet for me.” Easton groans, alternating his licking and sucking until I’ve gone mad with lust. “Come for me, princess. Show me how much you like this.”

I feel humiliated. Used. Planted on a desk with my ass in the air and every inch of my body on display. The cameras are recording this as we speak. Who else will see them? And did he lock the doors? God, I hope no one comes in.

“Stop thinking,” Easton growls. “I know you’re holding back.”

“How?” I mutter.

He slaps me once more, but I’ve gotten used to the stinging pain of his flat hand. Then he bites my ass cheek.

“Ow! What did you do that for?” I say.

“Because you’re clenching your legs. Spread ’em.” He nudges them apart and forces me to spread wide. But the more I do, the more I’m shaking on my feet.

“Yes … release all that pleasure, Charlotte. You know you want to,” he murmurs against my skin.

I’m lost in delirium. Drowning in my own lust and spiraling out of control.

And as he presses his tongue onto my clit, I come. Right then, he smacks my ass and pushes a finger into my pussy. The wave of ecstasy that follows has my body clenching around his finger. The pulses are so heavy and so uncontrollable that my knees buckle under me. But Easton captures me in his arms and forces me to stay upright while he finishes the job.

When he’s done, I’m still lying face down on the desk, completely wiped out.

What will he do now? Will he take me for himself?

I’m expecting him to zip down and claim me at any moment now.

Instead, he stops touching me and sits back in his chair.

I turn my head toward him. His pants are undone with his giant cock on full display. The size still makes me gulp. I can’t believe that’s been in my mouth.

But the longer I stare, the more impatient I’m getting. I was ready, albeit unwilling, but able to do this so I could get under his skin and gain the upper hand. What’s going on?

“Aren’t you going to …?”

“What?” He raises a brow. “Fuck you?”

Those two words sound so fucking sinful from his mouth.

The devilish grin on his face makes me weak and enraged at the same time.

The next word breaks me completely.

“No.”

Easton

Finally, I have her right where I want her.

On my desk, spread for my joy, naked.

It’s exactly how I imagined this would go, how I fantasized about it years ago, yet I’m not going to go all the way. I’m not going to claim her pussy as mine. I’m not going to steal her cherry and be her first time. Not now … not when she’s half-drunk and completely wiped out.

No, I want her begging for it.

I want her to scream my name and plead for me to fill her pussy with my cum.

Then, and only then, will I mark her as mine.

“You’ll have to beg me for it,” I growl, touching myself as she stands there against the desk with all her beautiful holes in full view. God, I can’t wait to fucking fill them up. But she needs to submit to me first.

All of this was just a step on the grand stairs toward being my pet. My princess needs to learn what it means to truly give in. But she’ll get there eventually. It’s only a matter of time.

So I rub myself while she stares at me over her shoulder. I don’t give a damn what she thinks. I’m still going to come all over her.

I slap her ass again for good measure. “I didn’t say you could turn around.”

“But you—”

“I’m doing what I desire. Now stay there and spread your legs, princess. Show me those beautiful fuck holes of yours.”

Her whole body blushes along when she hears the words. I know she hates it when I talk about her as though she’s just a doll I could fuck. And I want her to feel that way so she’ll remember who’s in charge.

She will not manipulate me into doing what she wants. I’m in control.

I love it when she submits … And I love what I’m seeing in front of me. That beautiful diamond inside her ass sparkles with each tiny movement she makes, and it turns me on so much that I’ve decided here and now I’m going to come all over her ass.

With fury, I jerk myself off to the pretty girl standing right in front of me whose legs are still shaking from what I did. I bet she liked my tongue all up in her pussy even though she’ll probably yell at me later for doing just that. She can’t handle her desire … yet. But I know just how to silence the noise inside her mind. Shut it off. A tiny whack is all that’s required to reset her. The pain is a nice bonus.

I smack her ass once more, just for fun, because it turns me on. I admit, I’m a bastard, but I don’t fucking care. She’s my wife, and I can do whatever the hell I want. And right now, what I want is her pleasing the fuck out of me.

“Keep those tits on the desk,” I growl. “Don’t fucking move.”

Her shoulders rise each time she breathes. They’re shallow breaths, and she huffs with each one of them as though she’s trying to keep her shit together. It’s the first time in ages she doesn’t tell me off or shout at me or swear. I guess she’s learning. Good.

My eyes hone in on that sweet, delectable pussy of hers. Fuck, she tasted divine, and I can’t wait to dig in again. But not tonight … No, I want her to soak in the pleasure I gave her. I want her to fucking bathe in it so she’ll remember it always.

Even if she doesn’t like it, I own her body.

My tongue’s been there.

I licked it, so it’s mine.

And with that thought, I come hard, all over her round, perky ass and the jewel that adorns it.

A groan escapes my mouth as I release all my pent-up energy. When the orgasm subsides, I admire the creamy substance splattered all over her like a picturesque painting.

A devious smile forms on my lips. Oh, I’ll have so much fucking fun re-watching the video that the camera above us just made.

Zipping myself up, I rise out of the chair and pull the plug from her ass, placing it on the desk so that I can clean it later. She lets out an exasperated sigh as I take the belt off her wrists and flip her around in my arms. Her eyes are glassy as though she’s not really here.

I cup her face and bring her closer, pressing a soft kiss onto her lips.

“Now you know what you taste like …” I mutter.

She places a hand on my waist, and purrs, “Sweet and sour …”

“Perfect,” I add. “Just like you.”

She lifts her dress over her tits again, barely masking the fact that I completely ripped it apart. “Hmm … You’re trying to seduce me.”

“Is it working?” I jest, raising a brow.

“No,” she says, trying to maintain a straight face.

“Right … keep telling yourself that,” I say.

She takes in a deep breath through her nose but doesn’t reply. Good. She’s learning fast.

“Are you done?” she asks.

Of course, she makes it seem as though this was all for me. Like it was my idea, my choice.

It wasn’t.

But if she feels better to think that, then I’ll accept that.

One last peck on her cheeks, and I whisper into her ear, “Good night, Charlotte. Sleep well.”

She narrows her eyes and then releases my waist, walking off into the hallway with her torn dress as though nothing ever happened. But we both know something did.

And that something was her body … tethering to mine.

Charlotte

In my room, I immediately undress.

A key drops to the floor.

A key I’d hidden between my body and the fabric.

A key … I snatched right out of his pocket when he wasn’t paying attention.

I can’t help but grin as I pick it up from the floor and stare at it. All that dirty, raunchy sex was worth it to get my hands on this treasure. Even the fact that my ass hurts doesn’t compare to the gleeful excitement in my heart. This key opens the secret drawer in his study, the one place he actively kept me away from.

He’s desperately trying to keep something hidden, and I wanna find out what it is. After all, husbands and wives shouldn’t keep secrets from each other. And this wife will be researching of her own volition without her husband’s knowledge. Because she too can play that game.