A Debt Owed(31)

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.





Chapter 14





Easton



I stop jerking off as her eyes narrow, and she cocks her head almost as if she’s only just noticing that she’s being watched. But then she shakes her head, lifts up her middle finger, and continues bathing as though nothing ever happened.

Fuck.

My cock goes flaccid under my hand, and I pull out and zip up, groaning. Guess now’s not the time to enjoy myself. Not when she knows I’m watching and doesn’t even care.

Maybe this girl is tougher than I thought.

I click away and close my laptop, then put a cigar in my mouth and light it. I’ll wait until the time is right. It won’t take her long to finish her bath and climb in her bed … sleeping the night away …

Or not.



Charlotte



The brand of oil matches the one I have at home, constantly reminding me of the freedom I’ve lost. But the heat of the water makes it easy to ignore that.

At first, I hated the idea of taking a bath because it was his idea, but the moment I put my feet into the water, I was sold. Besides, it’s not as if I could say no. If I didn’t do it, he’d know with all those cameras in the house.

Of course, I knew he was watching. Since I discovered the camera in the kitchen, I did a little snooping in my own room and found several more. I’m guessing they’re all over the house.

At first, I wanted to rip them all out and stomp on them, but I realized that would only anger him more, and I’m not eager to earn any punishments. So I went with the flow and pretended I didn’t know.

Until now.

I wonder what his face looked like the moment I stripped and stepped into the bath. If he was all hot and bothered and couldn’t stop fondling himself. If he wished he were here with me so he could wash me.

That sick son of a bitch got what he wanted, and I hope he liked the whole damn show. It’s all he’s gonna get out of me because there’s no way I’ll surrender. If I’m going to be a prisoner in this house, at least I can make him go insane. After all, it’s no fun being the only one who’s losing their shit.

Tears have no place on my face tonight. I refuse to let this day of ruined innocence and the stealing of my heart get to me. Instead, I smile against my pillow, knowing I’ve lived another day. And with that thought, I fall sound asleep for the first time in a long time.



In the middle of the night, I wake up feeling hazy, not knowing where I am. My head pounds, and I feel fuzzy. Must’ve drunk too much alcohol at the reception just to deal with being married, but I definitely regret that decision right now.

My skin prickles as I try to twist in my bed. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t turn over. Something’s holding me back. A hand on the small of my back … and another one around my waist. And not just that, but it’s moving and sliding down toward my pussy.

Fuck.

The moment my lips part, he moves his hand over my neck. “Shh … relax …”

Easton’s right beside me, whispering in my ear, licking my earlobe while he rubs up against me. It’s as if I’m dreaming right now, but he’s fondling me. My half-asleep self can barely register the fact that he’s lying here in my bed … touching me.

His hands slide along my shoulders and my collarbone, stroking my chest. He dips into my nightgown and slithers down toward my breast, avoiding it on purpose as if to make me greedy for more. And I am … I’m not even fighting him.