Page 7 of Twisted Debt (The Debt Tales 1)

Adios.

I gracefully plop down, the heated marble feeling rather pleasing against my bare ass, while the massaging water spouts send soothing sheets of water from the perfect angle. Seconds later, a match is lit over every inch of my flesh as I watch Elias undress himself.

He’s got broad shoulders that taper down to a chiseled waist and abs worthy of a greater title than “washboard”. I’d swear his arms were made of steel if I didn’t see the muscles practically ripple each time they moved. Every inch of his tanned skin makes me want to whimper, yet the real treat is the delicious trail of dark hair that leads to the perfect cock he is endowed with.

There’s no stopping my lips from becoming agape or my salivating.

With a body like that, it’s almost easy to forget the blood, sweat, and tears it’s taken to get where I am at this point in my life. Okay, so maybe not actual blood outside of the occasional ripped fingernail when I’m scrubbing floors or shitty-ass toilets extra hard, but I have slaved away to meet the qualifications for grants and scholarships, and I’ll be damned if I put my graduation mission on pause because of one billionaire’s hedonistic desires.

As Elias steps into the shower, I again, have to remind myself of my academic accomplishments because from where I’m sitting, throwing them all away never looked so fucking good.

A drop of spit brazenly drips out the side of my mouth while watching the wet dream come to life approach. I use it to slick my lips, preparing to mindlessly obey him all over again when the three silver blades from the razor in his hands catches the bathroom light.

Wait…was he serious about shaving me?!

That’s not…

And he shouldn’t….

I can’t…

Filthy, taboo thoughts create an unbearable blizzard in my mind forcing me to abandon the action of bursting his overly inflated ego in the morning in order to flee now.

The ice in Elias’s tone however stops my movements. “Were you given another order?”

“N-n-no,” I initially stammer, fear igniting itself again, “but I don’t think I’m cool with this. I-”

“You do not move during playtime without my permission.”

“I-”

“This is where you say, ‘thank you, sir’ for not immediately punishing you, little doll,” he grits out, clearly displeased. “This is your first infraction. I’ll let it go with a warning. Do not make disobeying me a habit.”

The dark promise in Elias’s eyes sends another round of anxious adrenaline flooding through me.

“Open. Wider.”

With my bottom lip trembling, I push my slender legs outward, led by both trepidation and untamed curiosity. Hot traitorous tears roll down my already clammy cheeks during their descent to the warm floor. Between my thighs, Elias sits on his haunches. Keeps his shoulders poised. Head high. Composure unshakable. At least it is until he breathes me in like a man relieved to be taking in the first light of day.

Like a man being gifted something on a spiritual altar.

Still, in spite of his admiring glances, my hands curl into tight little fists at my sides.

“Relax.”

I jump the instant Elias’s thumb softly touches my clit prior to releasing a pleased sigh.

Unfortunately, my initial, antsy reaction causes him to clench his jaw and give the tiny nub a little pinch. “I’d hate to see the ramifications of your disobedience had I led with the razor in lieu of my thumb, little doll.” His eyes hold mine hostage in a harsher fashion. “Blood on my marble would not have been any more well received than having to call my concierge doctor, Dr. Hans Ueno.”

“S-s-s-sorry, sir,” my voice, which is weighed down by alarm and a blossoming desire, hardly reaches him.

God, I hope he doesn’t make me repeat it louder.

“You must be properly groomed, little doll,” his tone is surprisingly gentle as his thumb coaxes curls away from my slit. “It actually pleases me to do the adjusting on my new toy’s packaging…”

I momentarily glance down and am gifted the glorious sight of his stacked muscles and swollen cock that I hate myself for wanting to feel inside.

Soft skimming around my inner and outer folds continues until he hungrily coos, “Ahhhh… There she is.”

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