Bound By Debt

Breaking Daddy's Rules

Maya’s POV

“Dinner is ready, Miss.”

The maid’s soft voice barely registered. My body was still humming, c**t swollen and aching from the way Adrian had left me dripping,Adrian had left me like this on purpose. Not just physically but mentally claimed. He had looked at me with that calm, assessing stare and told me I was not allowed to come. I forced myself downstairs and sat alone at the long dining table, thighs pressed tightly together. Every shift of my hips made my c**t to throb. I could feel how soaked I already was.

When I finally stood, a glossy smear of my own arousal glistened on the dark wood of the chair. My c**t was still throbbing, swollen and sensitive from the way Adrian had left me

I went straight back to my room, closed the door, and lay down on the bed. My dress hiked up around my waist,I spread my thighs wide. My fingers found my c**t immediately, it was swollen and aching from hours of denied release. I circled it slowly at first,then faster,my hips moving upwards to my own hands. I keep rubbing the swollen little pearl the way I needed. Adrian’s order echoed in my head: *Don’t come without my permission.*

I didn’t care.

I pushed two fingers deep into my dripping cunt and f****d myself fast the way i wanted him to, In my mind it was Adrian’s thick c**k stretching me open, slamming into me so hard the bed shook. I could almost feel his weight pinning me down, his hand closing around my throat while he used my p***y like it belonged to him.

“Yes… f**k your little girl,” I moaned, voice broken. “Use me. Stretch me. Make me scream.”

My fingers worked faster, curling, stroking that spongy spot inside while my other hand rubbed frantic circles over my c**t. The wet sounds of my cunt filled the room. My toes curled. My back arched. The fantasy tightened around me—Adrian’s hips snapping, his c**k punching deep into my p***y, his voice low and rough in my ear telling me I was his dirty little w***e.

“ arghhhh…..Adrian….pls”

“f**k me….Harderrr”

I was so close,I could feel it, I keep moving faster,and faster.

The orgasm ripped through me hard. My p***y clenched and fluttered around my fingers as I came with a soft moan,My mind flooding with knowledge i had just stolen something that belongs to him.The pleasure was so sharp my thighs were shaking a little, juices soaking the sheets beneath me.

I had broken his rule.

And some dark hungry part of me was already calculating how he would punish me for it.

When it finally faded I dragged myself to the bathroom, still weak-legged, and stood under the cool spray. My body felt used and empty at the same time. After I dried off I slipped into one of the tiny dresses Adrian had bought me,it barely covered my ass,i pulled on a pair of red lace panties and wore it

If being a good, obedient girl wasn’t earning me his c**k, maybe I needed to be bad. Maybe then he’d finally snap, pin me down, and punish my needy little cunt the way I was aching for.

He matched the fantasies I had never fully admitted to myself: to be taken, used, denied, and still chosen. To be held so tightly by someone else’s will that my own restless mind finally went quiet.

I was not just horny for him.

I was addicted to the version of myself that only existed under his hand.

When i was done dressing, I climbed onto the bed and lay back, staring at the ceiling, hoping sleep would finally come. My body still felt restless, my mind louder than usual.

Then my eyes caught something.

A small, dark shape near the crown molding.

My stomach dropped.

I sat up slowly. Stood on the mattress. Stepped closer.

A camera.

Facing directly toward the bed.

My pulse slammed in my ears. I turned and checked the opposite wall. Another one. Smaller. Almost hidden. Two cameras. Watching. Recording.

They had been here the whole time.

Every moment I touched myself tonight—legs spread, fingers buried in my cunt, moaning Adrian’s name had been captured. The way I came without his permission. The filthy things I whispered while imagining his hand around my throat. All of it.

And not just tonight.

These cameras had watched everything.

The nights Adrian bent me over this same bed and f****d me until I couldn’t speak.

The way he used my mouth, holding my hair, making me take every inch.

How he stretched me open and used my body like it belonged to him.

All of it recorded.

A cold, furious heat flooded my chest.

I wanted to rip the cameras down. I wanted to scream. I wanted to find him right now and demand answers,why the f**k had he put cameras in my private room. But he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

I got down from the bed and started pacing. Bare feet on the floor, my heart hammering, anger coiling tighter with every step. The room suddenly felt smaller and Exposed.

I couldn’t sleep.

I couldn’t even stay still.