Bound by Debt

chapter five

Maya's POV

“No panties,” I said, settling onto Adrian’s lap, the hard line of his c**k already pressing up against me through his pants.

“Yes. You’re no longer allowed to wear panties. That’s one of the rules.” His voice was low, final.

I shifted deliberately, grinding down just enough to feel him thicken. “What if i break the rule and put some on?”

“You’ll get punished.”

His big palm slid between my thighs and cupped my bare cunt, squeezing hard enough that a sharp spark of pleasure shot straight up my spine. I gasped. My hips jerked. He held me there, fingers pressing into my soft, sensitive folds, and I could already feel myself getting wet against his hand.

Part of me wanted to test him just to know what punishment he would give me.

“I had Sam do a little shopping for you,” he said, still holding my cunt like he owned it. “These are the clothes you’ll wear in your room.”

I looked at the pile of designer bags on the bed. “That’s… a lot.”

“Be a good girl and wear them.” He helped me off his lap, then delivered a firm, stinging spank to my ass that made me bite my lip. He kissed me slow and deep, tongue sliding against mine. “I’ll be at a meeting. When I get back, I want to see you in one of these outfits. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He left.

I tore into the bags the second the door closed. Every single dress was obscene. Tiny. The one I finally pulled on barely covered the undersides of my ass. When I stood in front of the mirror and turned, the hem rode up until my bare cunt was completely visible. No panties. Nothing. Just soft, smooth skin and the faint sheen of arousal already gathering between my thighs.

After breakfast I spent a long time trying on the rest of the skimpy dresses,The constant air against my exposed p***y kept me restless and wet. Eventually the ache and the exhaustion pulled me under. I stretched out on the bed in the short dress and drifted off with my thighs slightly parted.

I woke to the feeling of rough fingers stroking through my folds.

The dress had ridden all the way up to my waist. My legs were open. Anyone walking in would have seen everything,my pink, glistening cunt on full display. Adrian was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes dark, two fingers lazily circling my c**t.

“How are you, baby girl?” he murmured when he saw my eyes open.

“I missed you,” I whispered, my hips already rolling into his touch.

“Of course you did.” He parted my p***y lips with his fingers and let out a low, approving hum. “Look how wet this pretty p***y is. Soaking for me already.”

My cheeks burned. He pushed a thick finger inside me without warning, curling it against that sensitive spot that made my toes curl. A broken little moan slipped out of me.

“How’s Daddy’s p***y?” he asked, voice rough.

I couldn’t answer. All I could do was clench around his finger and rock my hips, chasing more. After the way he f**k me last night all i could think of was the way he’d stretched me open, the filthy things he’d said while he f****d me until I cried. My cunt was aching for him again.

He pulled his finger free, brought it to his mouth, and sucked it clean with a wet sound that made my stomach flip.

“Stand up. Let me see you in that dress.”

I stood on shaky legs. The hem of my dress barly covered my p***y.

“f**k… nice.” His eyes dragged over every inch of me. “Turn around. Slow.”

I obeyed. When my back was to him he said, “Bend over. Show me that ass.”

I bent, palms on the mattress, arching my back so he could see everything. The dress did nothing. My bare cunt and the soft curve of my ass were completely exposed. He stepped in close. I felt the hard, thick ridge of his c**k press right against my slick entrance through his pants. He rolled his hips once, grinding the bulge between my folds, and a helpless whimper tore out of me.

“What am I going to do with you?” he murmured against my ear.

Then he stepped back,and shoved two fingers deep into my cunt while I stayed bent over

I cried out. He f****d them into me hard and fast, the wet sounds filthy and loud in the quiet room. My legs trembled. Heat flooded my face and my core until I was dripping down his hand.

“What do you want from Daddy?”

“Your c**k,” I gasped. “Please—I want Daddy’s cock.”

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been so good.”

His fingers didn’t slow down. “We’ll see. Kneel.”

I dropped to my knees so fast my bones ached. He unbuckled his belt, freed his heavy c**k, and tapped the flushed head against my lips.

“Open.”

I opened wide. He slid all the way in until the head nudged the back of my throat. I gagged once, eyes watering, but forced myself to relax and take it. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He gripped my hair and started f*****g my mouth in deep, rough strokes, using me like I was nothing more than a warm, wet hole.

“Eyes on me.”

I lifted my eyes to meet his, watching his face while he thrust into my throat. Every time he bottomed out I fought the urge to gag,I wanted to be a good girl for Daddy,so he'll reward me with his c**k. My cunt clenched, throbbing with every thrust.

He pulled out just long enough for me to drag in a ragged breath, then shoved back in and kept going. The wet, obscene sounds of him using my mouth filled the room.

“I’m gonna c*m,” he growled. “Don’t you f*****g spill a drop.”

He yanked free, stroked himself twice, and painted my tongue with thick ropes of c*m. I held still, mouth open, letting him watch as I swallowed every drop, until there was nothing left.

“That’s good princess,” he said, voice rough with satisfaction. “Swallow every bit of Daddy’s cum.”

When I was done he nodded toward the bed. “Lie down. Spread those legs.”

I scrambled onto the mattress and opened my thighs wide, presenting my dripping, swollen cunt to him so he could f**k me. He stood over me, eyes locked between my legs, and dragged a heavy palm over my entire p***y, squeezing. I moaned,lifting my hips, trying to f**k his hand, desperate for any friction.

“Look at this messy little cunt,” he murmured. “So f*****g wet for me.”

He pulled his hand away and gave my p***y a sharp little smack. My hips jerked; electricity sparked through me.

“Daddy—please—” My voice cracked. “I need your c**k. Please f**k me.”

He leaned down and pressed a soft, almost tender kiss right against my throbbing c**t. The contrast made me whimper.

“Daddy will reward you tomorrow, princess,” he said against my wet skin. “I still have things to take care of. I’ll be back in the morning.”

Then he stood, adjusted his c**k back into his pants, and walked out.leaving me sprawled on the bed with my dress rucked up around my waist.

I stared at the closed door, breathing hard, thighs still spread.

He had left me like this on purpose.

And God help me… I already couldn’t wait for morning.