Page 14 of Debts and Desires
“N-no, I don’t want to back out.”
“Good.” He walked toward the big garage bay door. I straightened myself and headed back to the reception area.
As I entered Carter’s office, I found the light switch on the wall to the left and turned it on. My eyes took in the surroundings. The white tile flooring stretched out before me, its clean, waxed surface reflecting the fluorescent lighting overhead. The white cinderblock walls, while a little worn and bearing traces of past dirt and grime stains, seemed to have been cared for to some extent. It smelled like him, but with more grease and a twinge of sweat.
In the center of the back wall stood a metal desk with a fauxwood top, cluttered with papers, a computer with two screens, and a phone. Near the desk, a small calendar hung on the wall, its pages marked with various appointments and reminders. And then, my eyes fell upon a delightful surprise that made me smile. A “Hang in There, Kitten” poster adorned one of the walls. The image of a tiny black kitten clinging onto a branch with determined eyes brought a touch of unexpected charm to the otherwise practical setting. There was also a small beige couch to the side, angled off the wall, like a barrier of sorts.
I heard the back up alarm of his truck beeping, prompting me to move to the front of his desk.
I took a moment to ask myself, “Do you really want this?”
My answer was to lift my skirt and slide my underwear off. I bent over his desk and waited.
Not long after, I heard his heavy footsteps as he entered and shut the office door. There was a sharp intake of breath and I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t dare move.
Then I felt him behind me.
Carter pushed my dress slowly up my back, letting out a soft, groaning exhale. His warm, calloused fingers on my skin sent a rush of need throughout my body. He stood there for what felt like forever, making my skin flush. What was taking so long?
The sound of a belt and then a zipper had my heart in my throat. Another moment passed before I heard the sound of foil ripping. It hit me how real this situation was and I wanted to back out, only for a second. The other, more messed up part of me wasexcited. Ididwant this. I wanted itbad. Some fucked up, rebellious part of me sang with happiness.
I gripped the edge of the desk in front of me when he made contact with my pussy. A moan escaped me, not that I really cared. I was letting a stranger fuck me under the watchful—and somewhat judgmental—gaze of that ‘Hang in There, Kitten’ poster. I was pretty sure the cat was way too young to witness the sins that were occurring.
Carter said nothing as he pushed himself into me completely,then pulled out. He did it a few more times before a desperate moan poured from his lips, exciting me that much more. There was something seriously sexy about a man that made noise in the bedroom—officein this case. He began to move faster, and it took all I had to hold myself up. It felt good.Reallygood.
6. THE PRICE OF HELP
August 27
Day Zero
Seven Days to Go
The sight of her in my shop, all soaked and helpless like a damn wet kitten, stirred up some weird sense of concern in me. I needed to make sure she was safe, even if she really wasn’t.
Dressed in a solid yellow dress that gracefully fell to her knees, a light blue jean jacket, and white flip-flops, she had a certain charm that reminded me of a delicate buttercup flower. Her appearance radiated a sweet innocence that was hard to resist.
Despite my foul mood, there was no denying that she looked like an absolute angel, pure and untainted. Her wavy blonde hair came to her shoulders and those beautiful blue eyes were captivating. But it wasn’t just her appearance that caught my attention. No, it was the way she talked, like a babbling brook that just couldn’t stay quiet. Every word she uttered seemed to flow effortlessly, and even though she rambled on, there was an adorable quality to it. I changed out of my wet jumpsuit as fastas I could so that I could wait outside of the bathroom for her. I wanted every moment I could just to look at her.
Guilt ate at me, though, especially when she told me she’d been robbed once before this. A fleeting thought crossed my mind—I should have spoken up, telling her I only wanted her number in exchange. I mean, I did start to, just didn’t follow through. But life doesn’t always offer second chances, and I sure as hell wasn’t dumb enough to let an opportunity like that slip through my fingers. When destiny hands you pussy on a silver platter, you don’t turn it away.
I had no idea what the hell I’d gotten myself into with Emmy. I didn’t care either. On the one hand, I felt guilty for using her this way. On the other hand, I was getting to have sex with a beautiful woman whenever and however I wanted. And it hadn’t beenmyidea.She’dbeen the one who offered it. With as many pornos as I’d watched, I was surprised I hadn’t even thought of it. And if I had, I would have never suggested it. I was making out like a bandit with this deal and it ate at me more.
Well, it did until I walked into my office.
I had to pause for a moment when I saw her. She was bent over my desk like I asked, ass just barely visible under the hem of her dress. She had taken her jean jacket off to reveal both the spaghetti straps of her dress and the black lace of her bra. I wanted to bite her smooth flesh, mark it, make it mine.
That’s when I noticed she was trembling, probably terrified out of her mind. I’d have felt bad, but my too hard dick was taking all the blood flow from my conscience. I slowly approached her. She must have heard me, because she stiffened even more.
As I stood behind her, I grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to reveal her perfect ass. I squeezed it with both hands, enjoying the way it gave a little under my fingers. I ran my hand down along her bare thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin. I imagined what her legs would feel like wrapped around me. She trembled more.
As much as I wanted to rut into her, I held back, instead taking my hand and running it to her wet—verywet—pussy. Was she trembling with fear or want? Fuck if I knew. I couldn’t think anymore. I undid my pants, barely remembering to pull the condom I carried around in my wallet and put it on. I sank into her, letting out a groan.
Emmy let out a whimper that almost sounded like a moan as her walls clamped down on me. She was definitely an angel because this felt like heaven. I started off slowly, wanting to enjoy this moment. Each time I moved in or out of her, she gasped louder. After a few minutes, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I lost control, fucking her faster, harder, grunting like a damn feral animal until only one thought was clear in my mind.
I was never letting her go.
7. THE COST FOR A SAVIOR
