Page 17 of Debts and Desires
I wanna make sure you know exactly what you’re gettin’ into.
Despite the warm water, I shivered.
Once I was done, I dried off and slipped on my pajamas—a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I made my way out, finding Carter still in the room.
“Made up the spare bed for ya. So you have yourself a space if you want it while you’re here. Or you can stay after…” he trailed. He was being nice, too nice. Way too hospitable for what this was.
“Thanks.” There was a silence as I continued wringing my fingers. “Carter, I?—”
“You change your mind?”
“What? No… It’s just.”
“Just what?”
“This was easier when you weren’t—” I started, immediately closing my mouth.
“When I was what?”
“Nothing.”
“No. Tell me.”
“You’re being… nice. Well, nicer than you were at least. Are you sure you don’t want to back out of the deal?”
“I ain’t backin’ outta shit. You want me to be not nice? I can do that.” Before I could react, Carter had me by the throat. “This what you want? You want me to play up the part of the big bad man that coerced you into his house in exchange for services so that you can feel a little morally stable? So you can feel like the poor, innocent little girl that didn’t know she was throwin’ a hornet nest into a bear den? So you don’t feel guilty for bein’ soaked at the thought of a stranger fuckin’ you senseless like the dirty little slut you are?” His hand tightened around my neck as he walked us backwards until my back came in contact with thewall. His other hand found its place beside me as he leaned in until his mouth was beside my ear.
“You want me to tell you all the filthy things I’m going to do to you, Buttercup? How I’m gonna use every part of you ‘til I’ve drained every drop out while you’re beggin’ me to stop? How I’m gonna fuck you so good that gravity stops makin’ sense? I’m gonna finger that pussy, taste that pussy, fuck that pussy until you have no idea where you end and I start.” He slowly moved his head until his eyes were locked on mine. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t think I wanna be nice anymore.” His thumb ghosted against my bottom lip. “I wanna hear what it sounds like when your screams bounce off my walls.”
My breath caught in my throat. My body felt hot. The pressure on my neck was gone, but I remained pinned to the wall, frozen in place.
“Get your ass in my room. I want you naked and on my bed. Now,” he snarled.
I nodded, unable to speak, and scurried down the hall. As I entered his bedroom, I stripped off my clothes and sat on the bed. He came in a few moments later.
“On all fours,” he ordered. I scrambled to comply. My heart pounded as I heard his clothes hit the floor. I jumped when I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me back.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
“What’s wrong?”
Did I not clean well enough? Is seeing me completely naked not as good as he imagined? I know I have that one birthmark, but it’s little. Unless there’s something else on my back? Fuck. Why isn’t he moving?
“I don’t have any more condoms on me since I ain’t had sex in almost two years. But if you’re okay with it, I promise I’m clean.”
Oh.
“I-I’m clean too,” I managed to say, thankful he wasn’t upset over any of the intrusive thoughts I’d suspected. I was going to tell him I was on the pill, but the thought of him coming inside me… My face heated when I realized I wanted that.
What the fuck, Emmy?
I didn’t get the chance to say anything because Carter ran his hands over my back, then ass, before he grabbed my hips again and lined himself up.
It wasn’t lost on me that this was the second time we had sex and he had me facing away from him. I wondered if it was because of my size and suddenly felt self-conscious. I didn’t get the chance to think anymore about it when he slowly pushed the head of his dick into me, sliding it in until he couldn’t go any further.
I moaned when he pulled out and slammed back in, hitting that spot just right. I arched my back, pushing my ass against him. It went that way for a little until he grabbed me by the back of the neck, pushing me down so that my ass was further up. He started completely obliterating me from behind.
I was trying to keep quiet, but it was hard with the way he was fucking me. His grip on my neck loosened, and I turned my head, catching sight of him. His jaw was clenched. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held onto me. Sweat gleamed on his chest and forehead. His lips parted slightly. His eyes were focused on where we were connected. His brows furrowed together. His pace was quick and relentless.
