Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,1

was our sin.

This was also our damnation; moths flying too close to the flame.

I met every brutal thrust with one of my own, arching my back as he yanked back my head, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Does that feel good, baby?” His gruff voice was little more than a whisper, but I heard every word. I felt the vibrations of his throat. He was entangled in the building heat shared between us, the eruption that could not be denied.

“Yes, sir. Mmm...”

“So wet. So hot. I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy of yours, to fill you with my seed.”

As he resumed the spanking, moving from side to side in rapid succession, I released a strangled scream. Not from agony. Not from anger.

From utter bliss.

I was lost in the rapture, ready to beg him to follow through with his promise, but I would wait like a good little girl. I would obey him.

There was no sense of time, no premise of life outside of his care, his rules that I’d learned to accept. This was my reward.

His breathing was heavier, the guttural sounds a reminder of the true beast that dwelled within him. A predator. A man I’d called a monster.

But he was so much more.

He was my savior.

I knew the instant he couldn’t wait any longer, his hand sliding away, his nails dragging down my back.

I spread my legs even wider, moaning as I clawed the bedding, rattling my chains once more.

He slipped his cockhead just inside, issuing a rumbling growl as he thrust the entire length of his cock inside.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream, bucking hard against the heat of his body. “Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me, please.”

“My bad little girl. My forever.”

There was nothing as dazzling as the feel of his throbbing shaft as he plunged in savage motions, rocking the bed as he’d done so many times before.

Every part of my body tingled, the dazzling jolts of electricity exploding into the flames.

He was my everything.

My owner.

My master.

My monster.

There would never be another. I was his as he was mine. We’d weathered the slide into hell, our souls colliding. We were as one.

His breath continued to skip as he fucked me, our bodies molding together. The tingling sensations shifted once again, stealing my breath. There was no holding back what my body desired.

The same body that had betrayed me only weeks before, allowing his powerful darkness to consume me.

Unable to hold back, a powerful climax rushed into me, sweeping up from the very tips of my toes. “Oh. Oh.”

“Yes, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.”

As the wave catapulted me into another round of ecstasy, one orgasm shifting into a second, my muscles clamped around his delicious cock.

In the few moments when there was no sight or sound, only the meshing of our souls, I heard the words that had haunted me.

“My salvation,” he roared, filling me with his seed.

* * *

Caged.

There was no one on the face of this earth who could truly understand the meaning of being caged like an animal unless they’d been forced to face the horrible reality.

I’d been arrested for a crime I hadn’t committed, all because of revenge. Now I could truly put the past where it belonged even as the ugliness continued to march through my mind, trying to eat away at my special day.

Just one more task, one more test to prove my worthiness.

The memories were bittersweet, the tragedies allowing a new beginning, even though I’d been forced to go through hell.

I’d been one of the unlucky few, a girl who’d been required to consider having her freedom stripped away, her humanity taken. My life had been about family and friends, worrying about the upcoming final exams before graduating from college, and concerns about my future.

Then one night had altered the course of my future.

Up until that point, there’d been no consideration of being forced to accept cold steel bars surrounding a bleak concrete space as my new home.

Or the penance I’d been required to face during the wretched ordeal.

Prison.

That was all I could expect, spending years locked away like a common criminal.

Then everything had changed with the stroke of a pen as if by magic. I laughed softly at the thought, my skin tingling.

I was no princess, but there had been a knight in steel armor who’d rescued the fair maiden from the horrors. Now there was a beautiful rainbow dancing across a cloudless sky and fields of green to explore.

And no