“What…” I want to ask what he’d do specifically. I try to push it out, but I can’t.
“What would I have done? Do you really wanna know babe?” I hesitate to answer. “I would’ve hurt him really bad, but it would’ve ended with him. Johnny should’ve told you that when you answered your ex’s text. His debt wasn’t on you.”
He places a small kiss on my neck, “don’t worry about it doll. The money’s already in your bank account.”
His words shock me. My body splashes the water as I turn to face him. “For real?” I ask.
“Yeah, doll. You didn’t owe me. You never did.” A small smile pulls at my lips as I settle back against the tub.
A moment passes in silence while he continues to rub my sore body.
“What if I was the one who owed you?” I want to know.
“If you owed me and you couldn’t pay?” He asks.
“What would you have done to me?” I ask again and again his hands pause, but then they continue to rub along my back and then deeper and lower. His breath tickles along my back.
“Doll, I would’ve never hurt you.” He kisses the crook of my neck and I find myself relaxing into him, but I don’t believe him.
For some reason, my lips open and the words tumble out, “I don’t believe you. You would’ve hurt me.”
He chuckles, his hot breath on my neck sends shivers through my body, but heats my core. His arms dip into the water and wrap around my body. “What do you think I would’ve done to you doll?” His hands run down my stomach and then lower, rubbing my hips and then massaging my upper thighs. My legs part, giving him access to my heat. My clit throbs for his touch. I’m so fucking hot for him. My chest rises as I breathe in deep and tilt my hips for him.
His hand cups my pussy, “you think I would’ve made you pay with this babe?” His fingers play along the folds of my pussy and circle my clit.
My head falls back; my mind is consumed with the thought of him fucking me in his office. Taking me on the floor. Forcing me.
“Would you have liked that?” He laughs a deep, low breathy laugh. “I know you fucking liked it when you paid that way for the interest. How many times do you think I’d have taken you for owing me that much?”
“Hmm.” I can’t answer. I just want him to keep touching me while I think about how he took me against the wall.
He laughs again and then moves forward to push a thick finger inside me. “You would’ve loved to pay your debt to me with your pussy.”
His finger moves in and out of me, pushing against the front wall and forcing soft moans through my lips. A tingle grows through my body, making my legs tremble. “I don’t do that though, babe. I don’t make bets with women.” He adds another finger and rubs along that hot bundle of nerves, it sets a radiating fire to spread through my trembling limbs. “I don’t take pussy as payment.” I hardly hear his words as my back bows and he pushes against my clit with his thumb.
“Only you; I couldn’t resist that temptation.” His words set me off, my orgasm rips through me. His fingers continue to pump in and out of me roughly. He fucks me without mercy as my thighs close tightly around him and my body twists. His other arm wraps around my chest, holding my body still while I thrash with my release riding through my body in waves. He draws my orgasm out, forcing me to take it. As I scream out my pleasure his lips cover mine, sealing my moans in our kiss.
My body settles as the aftershocks slow. He slips his fingers out of me, I miss his touch immediately. He gently places me back against the tub and leaves me to lay limp in the warm water. My eyes close and I nearly fall asleep. I’m so relaxed and exhausted.
His arms wrap around me, one under my bent knees and the other behind my back and he lifts me out of the water. He dries my body off and I make a weak attempt to help. He pushes my hands away and continues patting my body dry, then leaves the towel on the ground to carry me to the bedroom. I try to sit in his arms, but he whispers in my ear, his voice a little more than a murmur, “I got you, doll.” With his breath on my neck and his lips placing gentle kisses on my neck, he lays me on the bed and I drift off to sleep.
Becca
My body falls forward. But it can’t. I need to go forward; I need to block the punch that’s coming, but I can’t. I’m held back. My face slams against something hard, forcing my neck to whip to the side and sending a jolt of pain through my body. It hurts. It all hurts. My body is sore and my wrists and ankles rubbed raw. It hurts so fucking much.
Slap! A hard smack to my face from the other side shoots a throbbing pain across my face. I try to move my arms, but they’re tied. Ugh! I try to lean forward after another punch to my stomach. The air leaves my lungs and my chest tightens with pain. I’m pinned by hands. Pinned back by restraints… the belt.