A Debt Owed (The Debt Duet 1)

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.