A Debt Owed(46)

“Lower your panties,” he muses.

Dammit, he keeps adding new rules. How long is this going to last, and how far is he going to push me? Should I comply or give up?

From the look in his eyes, I can tell he’s testing my limits. As if he knows I’ll give up eventually. I hate it, but I also want to prove him wrong.

I swallow away the lump in my throat and lower my panties all the way down and kick them off.

“Hmm …” The appreciative groan that emanates from his mouth as he looks at my pussy makes my cheeks heat. I hate that I have to do this to earn my freedom. And I hate that my own body betrays me.



Easton



Like an expert, she toys with herself. It’s almost as if she’s done this before, but that can’t be right. Her father assured me she was still a virgin, and from the way she looked at my dick, there’s no way I can doubt his word.

Still, I can’t believe she actually went along with it. That she’s touching herself right in front of me and seeming to enjoy herself thoroughly from the looks of it. The apples of her cheeks are bright red, and she continues to avert her eyes from mine as if she feels caught in the act.

But I like this act. I like how she puts on a show for me, turning her fingers around and around. It gets me going like nothing else, and my cock is as hard as a rock right now. I jerk myself off until my veins begin to pulse, my balls tighten, and I’m about ready to burst.

Then I stop. My cock sways back and forth from arousal, and I catch her sneaking a glance before shutting her eyes again. I don’t want to go too far too soon. I want to enjoy this a little bit longer, and I want her to watch.

“Open your eyes, princess,” I murmur.

Her eyes flutter open, but she’s still scared to look at me as if she’s afraid I’ll bite. Maybe I will … someday soon. But first, she needs to get used to the feel of being watched and owned.

Her legs clench together, and her body begins to shake. She seems close to the edge. I revel in the sight of her touching herself for me. Does she dare go further? Would she come in front of me? It’s been a wet dream of mine ever since I first laid my eyes on her back in the day. And now those dreams are coming true.

“Yes, bring yourself to the edge, Charlotte,” I say.

She breathes soft and ragged breaths, her body quivering as she flicks her clit. Her bright, beautiful eyes focus on mine as she starts to unravel inch by fucking inch.

The moan that escapes her mouth titillates me more than I ever thought it could. Fuck. I wish I could hear that sound every day.

“Good girl,” I say, and she sucks her bottom lip as though caught in a lie.

A lie she’s telling herself … that all of what we’re doing has no effect on her. But we both know the truth.

Her skin glistens, and beads of sweat trickle down her neck and chest. Her peaked nipples show right through the fabric of her dress, and I wish I could suck them off. But right now, I want to use her in a different way.

I get up from my seat and stand in front of her with my hard-on, which she eyes as though it’s a candied apple, and my tongue darts out in response to her desire. She looks up at me from underneath her eyelashes, and asks, “What are you doing?”

“I want you to suck me off,” I say, my voice gravelly and strained from holding back all that arousal.

“I thought the deal was that I had to make myself … climax?” she mutters, shock settling on her face.

I smile and grab her chin, leaning in closer. “Deals change.”

Her face darkens, and her brows draw together. “You bastard,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Ah-ah, princess. You wanted to get out of the house, remember?” I release her chin and step closer until my cock is almost touching her lips. “This is the price.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to take my cherry until I begged for it?” she retorts.

“Exactly … your cherry … but your mouth ain’t that, princess,” I muse with a smirk on my face, which angers her even further.

She knows I’m right. I’m savoring the thought of having her pussy for the time when she offers it to me freely. But until then, I’ll make plenty of use of her other orifices.

She eyes me for a second, and I think I know what she’s thinking. How far will I take this? How many times will I keep stretching the rules of the game? The answer is as many times as I want. That is what she needs to learn. I get my way whatever the cost.

Her nostrils flare again, and she sucks in a breath before parting her lips. Of course, she gives in. She wants nothing more desperately in this world than her freedom. I can use that to my advantage, but it’s also a very pricy request, and she knows this. Every time she leaves my house, I risk losing her. So if she wants time out of this mansion, she has to earn every second of it.

I nudge her mouth with my dick, which prompts her to open farther and allow me entry. I slip my length over her tongue and enjoy the soft, wet feel. She narrows her mouth a little.

“Don’t bite down,” I warn.

She looks up at me with vigilant, almost cat-like eyes but doesn’t say a word.

Instead, she begins to suck … hard.

Fuck me, if I’d known she could do this, I would’ve fucked her mouth a lot sooner. As she wraps her tongue around my shaft, my head tilts back from the instant gratification. I groan in delight, all my muscles tightening. Fuck, I won’t be able to keep this up much longer.