Page 20 of Debts and Desires
“Where are the treats?” I asked once more, sure that I was losing it. With a huff, Mac pawed the door again. He let me stand beside him as I opened the cabinet, the closest I’d been all day. Sure enough, a whole hoard of treats, toys, and other doggie related things were stuffed in the overflowing cabinet.
Determined to gain his trust indefinitely, I grabbed a full box and turned to him, giving him one.
“See. We can be friends.” I smiled. “Can you sit?” I asked, holding up another treat. He sat immediately. “Good boy.” I gave him the treat. “How about lay down?” Mac laid down, earning another treat. Slowly but surely, I won over Mac’s trust, and the once seemingly mean dog began to warm up to me. It was a small victory, even if it was a bribed one.
It felt like hours had passed, but when I saw the time on the stove, I realized it had only been one. For all the exploration and bribery with Mac, the reality of my predicament was still very much present. And within the silence, a swirl of thoughts and emotions about Carter churned.
How could someone so handsome be such an asshole?
With a sigh, I filled my pocket with some treats before I headed up to the guest room to grab my guitar, notebook, and pen. I then made my way to the porch. Once out the front door, I opened the gate to my right. Mac came out of his dog door to join me just as I shut the gate. He continued out to the yard to do his business while I sat on the bench swing. I pulled my guitar up and opened my notebook, sitting it beside me.
Strumming a few times, I hummed softly, my voice harmonizing with the chords and soft breeze. Mac trotted up the porchstairs and sat in front of me, tilting his head. I chuckled, seeing him jump every time I played.
“This is a guitar,” I explained with a smile. I strummed again, making him flinch. I stifled a laugh. “It’s okay, see?” I continued to strum, watching as his flinches evolved into curiosity. “Good boy, Mac,” I encouraged, tossing a treat. He caught it with no hesitation. Putting my focus back on the instrument, I played a few progressions, hoping to pull out some kind of idea.
My mind was blank when it came to finding lyrics and music but filled with everything else. I thought of Mia. I wished I could go back and not say anything. But what would that have solved? I thought of my family, how they’d be laughing. They’d say, “See what happens when you chase a silly dream?” I thought of Carter, how easily he had agreed to using me, even if I kind of liked it.
I stopped the tears before they could start, standing so abruptly that Mac let out a soft growl. I tossed a treat and headed inside. I put my guitar and notebook upstairs before coming back down.
Eventually, I laid at one end of the couch and Mac laid at the other. My mind raced with a million thoughts, all of them going back to Carter.
A loud bangstartled me and I sat up. Or tried to. Mac had moved on top of me, which would explain why I was so warm and cozy.
I looked up to where Carter stood behind the couch. Mac moved closer to Carter so he could pet him for a moment. Without another word, Carter headed into the kitchen. I sat up, still trying to orient myself again. How long had I been sleeping? Mac moved to follow his master, and I slowly stood, stretching. The house was quiet, minus Carter’s rustling around in the kitchen.
“You hungry?” Carter asked from the kitchen, his eyespinning me where I stood. I was. But I shook my head no, anyway. A moment later, he looked away and busied himself. My stomach growled loudly, but Carter didn’t look back over, so I was sure he hadn’t heard it. I crossed my arms over my middle in hopes of muffling it when it happened again. I watched as he made himself three sandwiches and poured two glasses of tea, setting them on the table. With the type of work he did, he must have been hungry. Then he looked back at me. “Come eat.”
“I’m no?—”
“Anyone with ears in a mile radius can hear your stomach.” When I didn’t say anything, he sighed. “Come. Eat.”
Reluctantly, I headed into the kitchen. I washed my hands and sat where he had placed my plate. I didn’t say anything as I ate, feeling Carter’s eyes on me. My hunger outweighed any feelings of discomfort, however. I quickly finished eating, washing it down with the tea. I tried to ignore the look Carter was giving me. I felt small under it.
He stood, taking our plates and cups to the sink. He then turned back to me, leaning against the counter. He crossed his legs at the ankles and crossed his arms.
“Thank you,” I said, unable to meet his eyes.
“You can thank me with that pussy.” I took a sharp inhale, my eyes finally meeting his. “Bend over the table.” My cheeks felt like they were on fire. He tilted his head some before nodding to the table I was still sitting at. My eyes darted to Mac, who was laying on the floor near the table.
“In front of him?” I asked, nodding to the dog. Carter looked at Mac and then at me, sighing.
“He’s a dog and I need to get back to work,” he said, voice annoyed.
“Yeah, but what if he, you know, sniffs or licks or something?” I whispered. Carter pinched the bridge of his nose momentarily before snapping.
“Mac. Out.” Mac tilted his head at his owner. Carter snapped again. “Out!” This time, Mac left. Carter turned back to me. “Pants off. Bend over. Now.”
“Okay, okay,” I grumbled, standing and slipping my pants off. “No need to be a dick.” I turned and his warm, calloused hand grabbed my neck, forcing me down on the table.
“You want me to be a dick?” he growled. “‘Cause I will.” I heard him undo his pants and then his foot kicked my legs apart more. Carter took the head of his dick and rubbed it over my already wet slit. I always seemed to be turned on around him, and I wasn’t too proud of it. He didn’t give me any time to react before he was pushing inside me, making me gasp. He didn’t bother to wait before he began thrusting in and out of me. I was still sore from the previous night, but not in a bad way. His free hand grabbed my left hip as he moved. He was rough and fast, and I was certain there would be a bruise on my hip. My knees began to ache from the way I was standing, but I didn’t dare ask him to stop or slow down.
Carter was fucking me so hard that the table started moving, scraping across the hardwood floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, doing my best to keep the moans in.
Finally, he pulled out of me, and I almost collapsed to the floor. I didn’t have much time to think when he grabbed me and forced me to my knees, facing the front of him. I knew what he wanted and complied. I took him in my mouth, sucking him in fast and hard. My eyes watered, but I didn’t stop. He began to move faster and harder, his grip on my head tightening.
When he came, he groaned, muttering something that I was sure was a curse. I swallowed every last drop. When he was finished, he stepped back. He shoved his dick back in his pants and walked away.
“I’ll be home later,” he grunted just before the front door slammed again. I stayed on my knees, panting as I tried to catch my breath. He was a lot different than he was the night before.
