A Debt Repaid (A Dark Billionaire Romance) (The Debt Duet Book 2)
A Debt Repaid: Chapter 14

Easton rubs my aching skin for a little while, his fingers dipping down between my slit, making me all hot and bothered … and confused as hell.

“Am I the only one who’s been here?” he suddenly asks.

“Why does it matter?” I ask.

“Because it does to me.” He spanks me again hard, and I bite my lip in response. “Don’t be a brat, Charlotte.”

“You won’t believe me, no matter what I tell you,” I retort.

“Correct.” Another spank has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“What do you want me to do?” I growl.

He immediately grips my hair and forces me down. “Stay … I’ll keep this up forever if I have to.”

“So you’re going to dangle this over my head forever?”

“Yes,” he says. “Because you cheated on me.”

I grimace and turn my head to look at him. “Not true!”

He spanks me so hard tears well up in my eyes, but the soft circling motion he makes with his hand sends a confusing signal to my brain.

“You cheated on me with love. You gave another the love you were supposed to save for me,” he growls. “Now keep your head where I told you to, or I will amp up the pain.”

I do what he asks because I can’t possibly imagine my ass any redder than it already is. “I didn’t give him my heart if that’s what you want to know. I got that necklace because his daughter liked how it looked on me.”

It’s quiet for some time as he continues to stroke me. “If you believe my sincerity when I tell you I want you happy, then I’ll believe your words to be true.”

I take a breath and sigh. “Fine. I believe you.”

“Good.” I can hear him smirk. “But the road to happiness is filled with pain and pleasure … starting now.”

Easton spanks me again so hard I bounce up and down on his lap, and he scoots me off. “Get on the edge of the bed. Head on the bedding, knees on the floor.” He flicks the chain, so I move quickly. “Ass up.”

When I’m in position, my entire body is on display for him as he sits right beside me, and then he gets up and strolls around, probably taking in the view.

He groans out loud. “Every time I look at you, you get more beautiful.”

I rub my lips together to stop the smile and remind myself that this man isn’t capable of love. Because if he was, it would shatter everything I believe about him … and myself.

Easton wraps the chain around the bedpost and secures it tight. Then he walks off and returns seconds later with a few things in his hands; a dick-shaped dildo with suction and a thick leather crop.

Holy shit.

He sticks the dildo against the back of the bed and says, “Spread your legs and slide over it.”

I’m hesitant, but I do what he asks because of his glaring eyes. I swallow as my pussy slides over the toy, right where my clit is.

Suddenly, it begins to vibrate, and I jolt.

But with a single word, he manages to stop me from moving. “Stay.”

“What …?” I mutter as I turn my head, but the device in his hands already answers my question.

“Do you like it?” His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I got this specifically for you as a welcome home gift.”

Jesus, if this is his welcome home gift, I can’t fathom what our first wedding anniversary will look like. The rumbling between my legs is making my pussy wet already, and it’s only been seconds since he turned it on.

“That’s it … feel the vibrations coursing through your body, setting you on fire.”

The vibrator increases in speed, and a moan slips off my lips before I have a chance to shut my mouth.

“I can make it go harder,” he muses.

“Please …” I mutter. I don’t think I can take any more of this without falling apart.

“Please what?” he says with a deviant tone. “More?”

Before I can reply, he’s already pressed the button, setting off more vibrations that take me over completely. My legs tremble, and my hands falter as I try to hold myself up against the bed.

The crop smacks my ass, and all my muscles tense against the vibrator. A mixture of pain and pleasure ripples through my legs and ass, creating sweet, unwanted bliss.

“See how good it feels to surrender?” he says.

He slides the crop along my ass, all the way down to where the vibrator sits, crossing my pussy as if it’s no big deal. But I feel it. I feel every single touch, every ounce of pain, every drop of lust.

Another whack turns my brain off completely, and a loud moan escapes my mouth.

“Yes … let yourself go, Charlotte,” he murmurs. “Let it happen.”

Arousal bubbles to the surface, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when the crop lands on my red ass once again. Never in my life did I imagine I would ever do this, that I would let a man control me, use me, hurt me like this … and like it. So much that I’m almost ready to come right here, naked on his floor against the bed, fucked by a device instead of him.

“Why don’t you get it over with?” I mutter, delirious with need. “Why don’t you fuck me?”

“Because I want you to beg for it,” he says.

WHACK!

The crop lands on my other cheek, and delicious shockwaves travel through my body again.

I don’t know what to say or what to think. I can’t process my own thoughts, and I don’t even want to. It’s too good, too delicious, even though my body no longer feels my own. I’m chained to this bed, but every time the crop lands on my ass, I feel as free as a bird with its wings spread wide.

“And if you won’t, I will make you come and come until all you can do is beg for more.”

He smacks me once more, and the ripples are so intoxicating they send me into ecstasy. And I ride the vibrator as though it’s my last resort. I feel filthy, sinful, and everything he said I would be in his possession, but I don’t even care anymore. All I want is to fly high and replace my release.

“You’re so fucking wet …” he groans, sliding the crop along my slit and all the way up to my ass. “Now come for me.”

The final smack sends me over the edge. I come hard, riding the dildo like a dirty whore, just as he wants me to as moans cascade from my mouth. Something drops to the floor, and a zipper comes undone. Within a few seconds, Easton’s positioned right in front of me, thick cock on full display. Grabbing my face, he shoves his dick inside my mouth without warning.

I gag on his full length as it reaches all the way deep down in my throat. It bounces up and down against my esophagus, and I can’t fucking breathe. All the while, the sensations from below bombard me.

“Yes, fucking come again and again with my cock right inside your mouth, princess. Be fucking filthy with me,” he groans, shoving his cock down my throat again.

He grabs the leash and unties it, only to hold it in his hands while face-fucking me like an animal. And I’m not even protesting.

What’s wrong with me?

What changed that made me so complacent?

Am I that greedy for more?

In and out, in and out, I can’t keep track. All I can do is stay in place as he fucks my mouth while holding the collar around my neck tight. His eyes bore into mine as if to say I’m his without words. And even though there is no ring on my finger, I am his … from the moment we said yes at the end of the aisle.

The vibrator stuck between my legs hums with delight. Every thrust adds another layer of arousal until I hit the peak once again.

And when I fall apart against the vibrator … so does Easton.

Right inside my mouth.

Cum spurts against the back of my throat while he howls like a beast. My pussy clenches with need as my throat clamps shut. I can’t breathe, can’t think as the cum drizzles down into my stomach, and he keeps me locked in place.

“Swallow it all …” he groans.

And I do. Every single drop.

When he pulls out, I cough and heave, trying to catch my breath. The vibrator is still going, driving me mad with lust.

He tips up my chin, and his eyes smolder with heat as he presses a kiss to my forehead. And for a second there, I almost forget he’s my husband, my captor, and that I’m the wife in chains.

Until he ties the leash to the bedpost again and slides off himself, then zips up again. He marches straight for the door.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

He raises his brows at me. “Work.”

“What?” My eyes widen. “You can’t leave me here like a …”

He opens the door. “Like a what?”

I’m not gonna say it out loud. “I’m chained to the bed,” I hiss. “With a vibrator between my legs.”

“Yes.” He cocks his head as if that’s a normal thing. “Exactly the way I like it … and you.” He winks.

My jaw drops. He doesn’t mean … He’s not …

“Have fun,” he muses, and then he shuts the door behind him, leaving me all alone.

Vibrating into madness.