Page 31 of Debts and Desires
“But I made it for you.”
“And I want this one.” He nodded to the burnt mess.
It kind of sucked because it made me feel even shittier aboutthe deal. You’d think I’d be happy with it being done and over with, but I wasn’t. I wanted to fucking come. Or at the very least, feel like something other than a breeding mare.
I could tell by the look on his face what he wanted first and wiped my hands on my shorts. He took his hat off, hanging it on the banister as he always did before telling Mac to go outside. The dog looked at me first and I gave a small nod. With a huff, Mac jumped off the couch and went out.
“Pants off and bend over,” Carter growled. Maybe it was because I was PMSing, horny as hell, and just fed up with the lack of O’s that I crossed my arms and answered, “No.”
“No?” he asked, rearing back and raising a brow.
“No,” I confirmed.
“You don’t want another hour off?”
“I do. But I’m tired of you being a grumpy asshole. We’re adults and I want to be treated like one. Hell, I want to be treated like aperson.There’s no‘Hi Emmy, how was your day?’It’s just straight to sex.”
“Wasn’t sex the deal?”
“Yeah. It was-is.I just, I don’t know, want something morepersonable. Like you appreciate it or something.”
“You ain’t playin’ the part of dutiful wife here, ya know that, right?”
“Of course I know that. But?—”
“I didn’t ask you to clean or cook. Hell, I didn’t even ask you to take care of Mac. Your job is to spread your legs when I tell you to. That’s it.” Did he have to be so harsh about it?
“I know… but…” I let out a long sigh. “Never mind.” My voice was small, barely a whisper. He looked at me for a long moment before letting out a sigh of his own.
“First, you tell me I’m bein’ too nice, then you tell me I ain’t nice enough. Which is it?”
“I don’t know… I may have misspoke when I said you were too nice. And you know, you could make it a little more… enjoyable.”
“Have I hurt you?” His voice was softer and for whatever reason, the nice, naive girl in me felt bad.
“No! No. You haven’t. I just haven’t gotten to—” I cut myself off. “Look. I’m sorry, forget it. We can start over. You want me over the couch since the table’s full?” He didn’t answer. “Or do you want to go upstairs?” I asked, walking past him and into the living room.
Before I could react, Carter was against me, his mouth beside my ear as he grasped my hips.
“You want me to be nice, is that it, Emmy? You want me to come home so we can play house? Ask you how your day was, say thank you for the food, and then fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?” My breathing caught and all I could do was nod. “You want me to be nicer? It’s gonna add days, not hours, to our agreement.”
Of course it is.But I wanted it. Ineededto feel less… cheap.
“How many?”
“Two,” he answered. Was feeling like a person instead of a fleshlight with legs worth it?
“Okay,” I said.
“Good girl.” My eyes fluttered shut. “You have a good day, Em?” I barely nodded again as his hands drifted up and across my chest. “Good. Thank you for lunch today even though I didn’t eat it. And for dinner,” he grabbed my breast and squeezed, “and for cleanin’ yesterday.” Carter’s hand moved back to my hips, latching on to the waistband of my shorts. “Now, take these off and bend over the fuckin’ couch so I can get my fill.”
It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it was at least a start. I did as he “asked” and bent over. The moment I did, he was inside me, making me gasp.
“Most importantly—” he thrust again, “—thank you for keepin’ yourself wet and ready for me, Buttercup,” he grunted, fucking me until the couch started to move. He was much harder than usual, hitting a spot so good that I cried out. But just as quick as he started, he finished on my right ass cheek with aloud groan. “Such a good little thing,” he cooed before smacking my left ass cheek and walking away. “Gonna shower and I’ll be down to eat.”
I grumbled as I cleaned myself up.
Carter came back down about twenty or so minutes later. He ate his dinner in silence, said he was tired, and went to his room. I didn’t know if I was to report there or not, deciding that I’d give myself a night off from his brutal pounding, even if I enjoyed it.
