A Debt Owed(59)

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.





Chapter 25





Charlotte



Without even glancing at the camera hanging above me, I go to bed naked and pretend to fall asleep with the key clutched firmly between my fingers. There, I wait for hours, checking the clock every once in a while when I turn around.

Once the clock reaches 3:00 a.m., I slide out of bed and put on a bathrobe. I walk out of my room and close the door softly so as not to disturb anyone. No one appears to be in the house, though I reckon guards will be waiting outside should I try to escape.

But I won’t … I’m only going on a short exploration, and I know just where to go. On my toes, I slip downstairs and to his study. The door’s locked, so I pull out my key and wriggle it into the lock, twisting it. A soft click follows, and the door opens.

My heart pounds in my throat as I go inside and close the door behind me, then move straight to his desk. No one’s here, so I’m sure he’s gone to bed as I’m sure his favorite pastime is watching me lose my mind in my room. He sits here every single day, doing whatever it is that he does to make more money and get more power. And I know for sure this key leads to something right here in this very room.