A Debt Repaid (The Debt Duet 2)

“Better, princess,” he growls, his cock pushing into my belly. “But not enough.”

Every spank flows through my body like ripples in the water. Every time his hand lands on my skin, my pussy vibrates with a need I didn’t know I had, and I want to cry out in both agony and bliss. His cock hardens and pokes me with every smack. Pleasure and pain are mixing, each smack he gives adding more sensations until I no longer separate the two. And I moan out loud when the final blow lands right between my two cheeks.

My skin stings as he slides his hand all over my ass and back again, as if he’s savoring the feel.

“Hmm. Finally …”

“What?” I murmur.

“You moaned,” he groans.

I blush in response. I don’t want to, but my body does.

I’m not in control. I never was. And when his hand circles and circles all the way down to my pussy, my mouth wants to open and beg for more.

No, I can’t. I can’t give in.

“Hmm …” He groans as his finger dives between my slit. “I know you want me to. You’re already wet.”

I don’t want to believe it even though I know in my heart it’s true.

“This is who you are, Charlotte. And where you belong …” He slides along my folds as though it’s no big deal, but my breathing is ragged, and my resolve is fading fast. “You’re a girl who loves to be fucked by a dirty man like me. Admit it, and this’ll all be over soon.”

I try to shake my head, but my body refuses to comply. “Why? Why don’t you take me and use me and get it over with?”

He tugs the chain. “Because I want this to be your choice … your own submission,” he growls. “I want you to beg.”

I refuse. Even though my body aches and pleads for me to do it, I can’t. Not yet. Not fucking yet. Or it’ll all have been for nothing.

“I won’t,” I mutter.

He chuckles. “Sooner or later, you’ll break.”

He spanks me again, and I gasp and clench my legs together.

His finger is still there, hovering over my pussy as though it’s a threat. A taunt that he won’t make me climax if I don’t give him what he wants.

Fuck.

“Why? Do you hate me that much?” I mewl.

“No, but I want you to know I’m unhappy with your choices.”

Another whack sends me soaring into the next plane.

“We haven’t even talked about your escape. You not only stole my key and notebook …” he growls.

Smack.

This one harder than any of the others.

“But you also deleted the footage of our night together in my office. The footage that belonged to me.”

Smack!

His hand lands on my already red-hot skin, and my mind goes into delirium. “Are you sorry for what you did?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I mutter.

WHACK!

Each blow is harder than the one before. My back arches as he hisses, “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeat. “I just didn’t want you to use it …”

He grabs a fistful of my hair, and growls, “I decide what I do with my cameras and my footage. And if I want to use it to jerk off or to send it to someone in private, I will do just that. Understand?”

I nod a few times even though the gravity of his words don’t fully settle. He could send photos and videos of my naked body to anyone he wants, but I wonder if he would. After all, he doesn’t like to share. Maybe it’s only a threat to make me comply.

I hope so or else I’m fucked.

Chapter 14

Charlotte

Easton rubs my aching skin for a little while, his fingers dipping down between my slit, making me all hot and bothered … and confused as hell.

“Am I the only one who’s been here?” he suddenly asks.

“Why does it matter?” I ask.

“Because it does to me.” He spanks me again hard, and I bite my lip in response. “Don’t be a brat, Charlotte.”

“You won’t believe me, no matter what I tell you,” I retort.

“Correct.” Another spank has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“What do you want me to do?” I growl.

He immediately grips my hair and forces me down. “Stay … I’ll keep this up forever if I have to.”

“So you’re going to dangle this over my head forever?”

“Yes,” he says. “Because you cheated on me.”

I grimace and turn my head to look at him. “Not true!”

He spanks me so hard tears well up in my eyes, but the soft circling motion he makes with his hand sends a confusing signal to my brain.

“You cheated on me with love. You gave another the love you were supposed to save for me,” he growls. “Now keep your head where I told you to, or I will amp up the pain.”