The sleeves of his button-up shirt were pushed up to his forearms, his suit jacket gone, his tie perfectly set. God, if he wasn’t so damn infuriating, I might have found him attractive.
But I was too angry to think about it.
He gagged me again. My ankles strapped to the chair legs, my arms tied tightly behind me, so tight that every time I moved my fingers, it sent sparks of pain up my arms.
My circulation had been cut off.
I was soaking wet,again, dressed down in only my bra and panties,again!And I was at his mercy once again, bared for him to see. And this time around, since I had been house-hunting and not running, I was wearing a lacy pink thong and bralette set. I literally was bare to him. He could see everything.
All of it.
“Hello, little writer,” he greeted. “The wires left too much of a bruise last time,” he finally said, lifting his chin. “Although, you decided not to go to the police. Smart of you. And I know Steven knows who put that collar on you, he’s just too much of a pussy to do anything about it, I’m assuming.”
He was. A weak coward who still blamed me for it.
I kept my glare locked on him though. If he was searching for a reaction, he wouldn’t get one from me.
“Either way, silk ribbons will due for now.” He walked up to me, towering over me, blocking out the florescent lights, casting a shadow over me as he looked down on me. My head was level with his stomach, and Ihatedit. I hated everything about this. All of it.
He took my jaw, warmth exploding across my skin as he tilted my head up, holding it in place, my pussy throbbing, aching for contact. “Look at you, drooling like the thirsty whore you are,” he hummed quietly.
My cheeks burned red, and I jerked my chin from his grasp in response, a motion he allowed me to do, and turned my head away from him. I couldn’t stop the drool with thisthingin my mouth, it was impossible. Of course, I was embarrassed. I was embarrassed about how I looked, how I sounded panting through my nose, how my body reacted to him, how much self-hatred was swimming through my veins, crashing with the lust that grew and grew andgrew.
I was embarrassed and filled with gut-wrenching shame. And I was filled with need. So much need.
Unending need.
“I know I haven’t been very clear about the rules of this new version of the debt you have to pay off,” he began coldly, “so I’ll try to lay it out in a way you’ll understand.”
I heard the sound of metal shifting ever so slightly, and I looked up, unable to swallow the curiosity.
He was holding a gun now. Silver, a .45 ACP, from the looks of it.
My eyes widened and lifted to his as he gazed down at his gun almost lovingly, I would say, but I had my doubts that he was even capable of such an emotion.
His eyes found mine at the exact same time the barrel of that gun found the underside of my chin. “Steven,” he said the name as if it tasted of acid, “racked up a large debt that he owes to us. We saw you, decided to have some fun with it, split the debt in two. Half in money that Steven will pay from whatever he earns,notfrom your bank account, and the other half will be paid by you.”
Tears filled my eyes, spilling over my cheeks as the chill ofthe gun forced a shiver down my spine. Why wouldn’t he just take my account information? Why wouldn’t he take my damn money? I had plenty of it. More than enough to cover the entire debt. What game was he playing?
“Your payments will be paid how I want them to be paid,” he went on, sliding the barrel of the gun slowly down the center of my neck. “I don’t care if you’re in the middle of letting Steven give you a mediocre fucking, if I want it, it’ll be mine. Every orgasm is a payment. I decide when you’ve paid enough. I decide how you give it to me. I decidewhenyou give it to me.” He slid the gun down between my breasts, down the center of my stomach.
I was panting, my head spinning, my body flinching at the feeling of that gun going further down, only stopping when it reached between my legs.
I gasped, my widened eyes locked on his, tears streaming down my face, my thighs flexing as he pressed it against my throbbing cunt.
He leaned over until he was eye level with me. “Waiting in the park for me, little writer?” he asked, my heart slamming against my ribs. He clicked his tongue. “A game of chess is only won if you don’t give away how desperate you are to get to the King. But pawns can’t kill Kings, it would do you well to remember that.”
I felt like I was going to pass out. I wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
He reached down, his eyes glowing with a sick light, and carefully slid my panties to the side.
I shook my head, panic and fear slamming through me.“Wait, wait!”I tried to scream.
He smiled softly. “Don’t worry, you’re wet enough to take it, aren’t you? Just relax, take it like the needy whore you are.”
His eyes were black now, the barrel of that gun freezing against my soaking cunt, my heart racing, my body trembling.I was needy. I needed this. I went to the park just for this. I’ve been waiting.
Waiting to be punished for the shit I kept doing. Waiting to be degraded and fucked and pushed to the brink for picking such a shitty boyfriend, a shitty life. I was stupid and pathetic, and I deserved this. I deserved every bit of it.
