A Debt Repaid (The Debt Duet 2)

“You’re so fucking wet …” he groans, sliding the crop along my slit and all the way up to my ass. “Now come for me.”

The final smack sends me over the edge. I come hard, riding the dildo like a dirty whore, just as he wants me to as moans cascade from my mouth. Something drops to the floor, and a zipper comes undone. Within a few seconds, Easton’s positioned right in front of me, thick cock on full display. Grabbing my face, he shoves his dick inside my mouth without warning.

I gag on his full length as it reaches all the way deep down in my throat. It bounces up and down against my esophagus, and I can’t fucking breathe. All the while, the sensations from below bombard me.

“Yes, fucking come again and again with my cock right inside your mouth, princess. Be fucking filthy with me,” he groans, shoving his cock down my throat again.

He grabs the leash and unties it, only to hold it in his hands while face-fucking me like an animal. And I’m not even protesting.

What’s wrong with me?

What changed that made me so complacent?

Am I that greedy for more?

In and out, in and out, I can’t keep track. All I can do is stay in place as he fucks my mouth while holding the collar around my neck tight. His eyes bore into mine as if to say I’m his without words. And even though there is no ring on my finger, I am his … from the moment we said yes at the end of the aisle.

The vibrator stuck between my legs hums with delight. Every thrust adds another layer of arousal until I hit the peak once again.

And when I fall apart against the vibrator … so does Easton.

Right inside my mouth.

Cum spurts against the back of my throat while he howls like a beast. My pussy clenches with need as my throat clamps shut. I can’t breathe, can’t think as the cum drizzles down into my stomach, and he keeps me locked in place.

“Swallow it all …” he groans.

And I do. Every single drop.

When he pulls out, I cough and heave, trying to catch my breath. The vibrator is still going, driving me mad with lust.

He tips up my chin, and his eyes smolder with heat as he presses a kiss to my forehead. And for a second there, I almost forget he’s my husband, my captor, and that I’m the wife in chains.

Until he ties the leash to the bedpost again and slides off himself, then zips up again. He marches straight for the door.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He raises his brows at me. “Work.”

“What?” My eyes widen. “You can’t leave me here like a …”

He opens the door. “Like a what?”

I’m not gonna say it out loud. “I’m chained to the bed,” I hiss. “With a vibrator between my legs.”

“Yes.” He cocks his head as if that’s a normal thing. “Exactly the way I like it … and you.” He winks.

My jaw drops. He doesn’t mean … He’s not …

“Have fun,” he muses, and then he shuts the door behind him, leaving me all alone.

Vibrating into madness.

Chapter 15

Easton

I let her simmer in her room for a few hours. She must hate me for it, but love and marriage come at a costly price. And I want her to know how far I’m willing to go to win her back from that guy.

I clench my fist at the mere thought of that guy worming his way into her good graces. I wish I could take her entire memory of him and shred it, but she would never forget about the one who plucked her from the streets and gave her a home and a bed to sleep in.

And a part of me wishes I was that guy.

That I was the one who saved her from the man keeping her captive.

But I will never be the white knight in shining armor.

I am a Van Buren, destined to be a workaholic and a cold-hearted bastard.

But I’ll be damned if I didn’t love that girl being driven crazy by lust right now up in her room. With her dirty mouth and classy act, she’s managed to convince me she’s the one and only from the very first day. Now I only need to convince her back.

She’s already falling for me. I can see it in the way she looks at me, practically begging me to stop. Because she hates how much she likes it, how much she wants me to touch her, kiss her, and love her. It won’t be long before she admits the truth; I’ll make sure of it.

But first, we need to fix her missing ring. A part of her punishment was due to her throwing it away. I’m going to have to spend twice the amount of money on a ring now. But I guess that’s to be expected from a reluctant bride.