Page 148 of Debts and Desires
My eyes wandered over the room, looking everywhere but at the screen in front of me. He only laughed and walked away. I was going to ignore it. I was. But then I heard Carter’s voice.
“You ain’t gettin’ out of them, I promise. Matter o’fact, I might keep you tied up here forever. Isn’t that what you were gonna tell everyone?”
I gasped.
“Carter!” I screeched. “You recorded us?!” He didn’t answer. “Carter!”
“The more noise you make, the longer I’m gonna sit here.” I could barely see him down the small hallway from the unfinished part to the den area. I let out a frustrated grunt just as I heard on-screen Emmy yell,“Fuck!”
Using the same tactic as before, I stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sounds, which were getting louder and more obscene. I knew my cheeks were crimson. I felt how hard my nipples were, how wet I was.
“Open wide… There you go. You’re such a good girl.”
I moaned involuntarily, remembering the feeling of Carter sliding into my mouth.
I shifted, testing the binds again, still stuck. I imagined what I must’ve looked like, dangling there. The thought made me flush more as I wiggled my hips. My toes slipped some and when I caught myself, I was staring at the screen.
Fuck.
Carter’s hand went around my throat as he said,“Good.”I gasped, my face turning a shade pinker.“Then give me all those pretty noises, Buttercup.”Then he was fucking me, hard and fast.
My eyes were everywhere, looking at how my tits bounced with every movement, the way his ass looked as he drilled into me. The sounds our flesh made.
The video ended, the image of Carter fucking me senseless that day still burning in my mind. I chewed my bottom lip, keeping myself from calling out to him again, begging him to let me down and fuck me. But I knew better. I knew he wouldn’t, no matter how much I asked. He was too patient, and I was truly and utterly at his mercy.
Sound from the computer had me looking up, and I realized the video of us was on loop.
“Fuck,” I groaned. My hips bucked, begging for relief as I stared at the screen, my pussy now throbbing in a way I couldn’t ignore if I tried. My eyes stayed glued to the screen as I struggled against the binds. My arms were starting to lose feeling, but I was too preoccupied otherwise to care. My breath came out inshort bursts, my chest rising and falling as my body became more and more aware.
I was so focused on the video; I hadn’t noticed the sound of his footsteps until he was right beside me.
“How’s it goin’ over here, Buttercup?” Carter asked, his voice full of amusement. He ran his hand up my spine. I arched against it, silently begging for more. His fingers tiptoed over my ribs and I squirmed.
“You really look so damn beautiful like this.” He walked around me, his eyes roaming over my body. “I bet you’d do just about anythin’ for me to eventouchyou right now. Wouldn’t you, baby?” I bit my lip and nodded. He smirked. “You want me to touch you, Emogen?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”
“I’m sorry. What was that?” His voice was laced with mockery, knowing very well what I had said. “Pleasewhat?”
“Please,Sir.”
“That’s better.” He smiled. His finger trailed over the side of my breast. “But I think I could use a bit more persuasion.” I whimpered as he pulled away again, wanting more. “Go ahead,” he started. “Ask me nicely,” he added.
“Please touch me, Sir.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you want.”
“Good girl. Now we’re gettin’ somewhere.” His finger was back, moving upwards until it was lightly caressing one of my nipples. I groaned. “Remember that in a few minutes.”
Carter left. Again.
I threw my head back with a low growl of frustration. Taking a few deep breaths, I looked back at the still playing home video, watching it until it ended once more some thirty minutes later.
Carter came striding in, looking me over for the thousandth time before undressing to just his sweats. Then, he walked over to the desk, hitting pause on the video.
I was panting, desperate for release as he slowly walked back over to me, his hand trailing over every part of my skin until Iwas wriggling beneath him. He touched me everywhere but in one place. The one place I wanted him to touch more than any other part of my body.
