Page 116 of Debts and Desires
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Good fuckin’ girl.”
Suddenly, he slammed into me, stars flying before my eyes. His pace became ruthless. I could barely catch my breath, but I didn’t want him to stop. He covered my nose and mouth a few times, each time making me that much more delirious for him.
“This is the way you like it, right? Gettin’ fucked like a bitch in heat?” He gritted.
A sound somewhere between a plea and a moan ripped from me as he decimated me completely.
I was close. So close. I just needed a little more…
“Come for me, Emogen. Lemme hear you sing,” he said, his hand coming around my throat.
“Carter!” I moaned, my release almost blinding. Wave afterwave crashed over me, dragging me into a seemingly endless ocean of pleasure.
He released my neck, fingers slipping between us to circle my clit again. I gasped, making Carter laugh as he picked up his pace. His hips rutting into me harder and faster. I cried out, the pleasure building inside me, threatening to consume me.
“Don’t youdarecome again yet.” I heard the warning and thought of everything I could to stop myself. He fucked me hard, growling in my ear. “Your pussy feels so fuckin’ tight around my dick. So hot and wet. You’re takin’ me so fuckin’ well. Such a good little whore for me.” I blushed at his words, moaning softly. He licked the shell of my ear.
“Do you like being called a whore, Em?”
“Yes, Sir,” I cried out, gasping at the intensity of his thrusts. He was relentless, his hands bruising my hips, his grunts echoing in my ears.
“Good. Then come for me, whore.” His hands covered my mouth and nose again, stealing my breath as I shattered around him. I saw stars, galaxies, too. He made me come again the same way after that. Then Carter slowed, closing his eyes as he released my throat.
“Fuck, I’m… trying not to come yet,” he rasped. His whiskey eyes met mine, holding them there as he said, “I want you to be completely broken before I stake my claim permanently. No one else will ever be in you. You are mine.” There was no arguing. I was his. He had to slow once or twice after that as well, but made sure I came at least four more times.
“You’ve been such a good little fuck toy. I want you to tell me what you need, baby.”
“I needyou.”
“You got me. Fuckin’ take me, all of me.” He slid back inside me slowly, stretching me open. “I’m gonna reward you with one more.”
“Carter, I don’t think I can,” I whimpered, but even then I felt my orgasm building rapidly.
“You will.” He pumped more, his finger finding my clitagain. “You be good and come for me again and I’ll give you my cum. How’s that sound?” I moaned, bucking my hips. “That’s it. Come for me, Em. Come on, baby.”
I shuddered, crying out his name as I came around him. He didn’t stop, pounding into me until I was limp and sated.
Carter’s grunts became louder, his movements more erratic as he chased his own release. He threw his head back and growled, filling me. He stilled, keeping himself seated within me for what felt like an eternity. Then he pulled out, the warmth rushing out of me and leaving me feeling empty.
We lay together for a moment, breathing heavily. Carter turned toward me, kissing me softly before removing the ropes and holding me to his chest.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Did I hurt you too bad?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Carter rubbed my back, letting me drift off for a little before waking me to shower. I didn’t want to at first, but he told me I needed to. He did everything for me; washed my hair and body, rinsed and then toweled me off. He rubbed a salve onto the welts covering my ass and thighs before helping me dress. Carefully, he scooped me up and carried me downstairs, where he sat me on the couch so he could make dinner. Mac cuddled up to me.
“You rest while I cook,” he said. But I was already drifting off.
“I love you, Leviticus,” I imagined saying, having to get that last little bratty part of me out. I heard him chuckle.
