A Debt Owed(57)

“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.