Bound by Debt

chapter four

Maya's POV

“Get on your knees,” Adrian said, his voice low and husky.

I immediately hurried to obey, getting on my hands and knees and arching my back perfectly so he could finally f**k me. The cool air hit my wet, aching p***y as I waited for him, spread open and desperate. I’d never begged for a c**k like this before. I’d never wanted someone to f**k me as badly as I wanted Adrian my boss to f**k me. I still couldn’t believe I was here, p***y wide open for him, ready for him to take whatever he wanted.

He gave me a soft, sharp spank right on my p***y. Electric waves of pleasure shot through me.

“God—”

Then, finally, he pushed inside.

His big c**k filled me completely, stretching me open in one deep thrust. It felt so sweet and warm, so perfect. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started with hard, fast strokes—rough and relentless. I’d never been f****d this hard before, but I took every single one and loved it. Each powerful thrust made me moan.

His hand wrapped around my neck, gripping tightly enough that I could barely breathe while he kept pounding into me. The lack of enough air only made the pleasure sharper, more intense. I’d never felt anything like it.

“Do you like it?” he growled.

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasped. “I like it. f**k me more—”

“Do you like the way I’m f*****g this p***y?”

“Yes—f**k me. Do whatever you want.”

“Beg me to ruin your pussy.”

“Ruin me, Daddy,” I moaned, almost breathless. “Please, Daddy… keep f*****g me. Ruin my p***y. However you like please—”

He didn’t slow down. His hard thrusts kept sending deep, electric waves through my entire body. One possessive hand moved to my breast, squeezing hard while he continued to bury himself inside me over and over.

We were both breathing heavily. Then he leaned in close and whispered against my ear,

“I’ve waited so long to do this…”

I didn't fully understand what he meant by that but all I knew were the sweet thrust he gave my p***y.

He grabbed his belt from the bed and used it to tie my wrists firmly together. Then he turned me so I was lying flat on my back and secured my bound hands to the head of the bed.

Next he lifted both of my legs, folding me until my thighs pressed against my chest and my feet nearly touched my tied hands. He held me steady in that open, vulnerable position completely exposed and unable to move and drove into me with heavy, fast, deep thrusts.

The strokes were so intense. So hard. I instinctively wanted to put my hands on his hips, to push him back just a little and ease the pressure, but I couldn’t. My wrists were bound tight. All I could do was take every single brutal thrust exactly the way he gave it to me.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes as I moaned loudly, enjoying his cock

“Oh God… Oh Adrian—God—”

“Not Adrian,” he growled, voice rough and breathless as he kept pounding into me. “I’m Daddy. Call me Daddy.”

“Daddy… please… oh God—”

He didn’t slow down. His heavy thrusts kept slamming into me, filling me over and over.

“f**k… I’m about to come,” he groaned, staring down at me. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, Daddy. I want to come—”

“You’re free to come now, baby.”

The permission shattered me. My climax hit hard, my whole body tightening and shaking around his c**k as I came.

After a few deep thrusts When he was about to come, he suddenly pulled out and got up. He quickly untied my wrists, then looked down at me.

“Open your mouth.”

I obeyed. He pushed his c**k past my lips and came hard, flooding my mouth with thick, hot c*m.

“Swallow Daddy’s c*m,” he ordered.

I did, swallowing every drop. He wiped the remaining c*m from my lips with his thumb and pushed it into my mouth so I could take that too. Then he made me stick my tongue out and rubbed the head of his c**k over it, making sure nothing was wasted. I swallowed again.

“What do you say to Daddy?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered.

“That’s my good girl. Now we’ve got to clean you up.”

He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. He set me gently in the bathtub and turned on the warm water, letting it run over both of us.

I stayed in the bathtub while Adrian gently washed me, his hands moving carefully over my skin. I couldn’t stop wondering how the same man who had f****d me so roughly could now treat me so tenderly like I was some priceless jewelry he didn’t want to damage.

I had never felt the way Adrian made me feel.

No one had ever f****d me that roughly before, yet I had enjoyed every second of it. The way he made me call him Daddy. The funny thing was, deep down, I liked it. I liked the way he ordered me to say it.

I had always fantasized about being f****d hard and gagged, but I never expected it to feel this good in reality. I liked the way he handled me, the heavy thrusts that made me scream, the control he took without asking. I had never wanted a c**k, never begged for one, the way I had begged for his.