A Debt Paid

by Black, Joslyn

  He decided then and there that he would make it up to her on their wedding night. Whether he could wait till their wedding night to have her again, he wasn’t completely sure. Calix’s body grew hard again just thinking of the next time he’d take her. He tried shifting his thoughts to other things to lessen his arousal and began to check things off in his head; Bride check, date check, wedding planner check, pre-nup check, rings, rings? He’d forgotten to get the rings. Not a problem, though, he’d leave early to shop and give her the ring at dinner tonight in front of her parents. Perfect plan.

  *** As Anya undressed for her shower, she felt too drained to stand, so she opted for a bath instead. She felt a slight sting between her legs for a brief moment as she eased herself into the water. After the initial sting, the warm water felt heavenly. She closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind. She didn’t want to think over this morning’s events any more. She just ended up more confused when she did. Anya ended up staying in the bath till the water got cold and her fingers were pruney. Once she was out of the tub, still feeling

  unbelievably tired, she decided that since she had the day off and dinner was hours away she would enjoy a little nap.

  *** As he started to straighten up his desk to prepare to leave, Calix buzzed his assistant.

  “Yes, Mr. Anastas.” “Cancel and reschedule all my appointments for the rest of the day. I need to go buy my fiancé a ring.” His voice was rather exuberant, and he liked the sound of ‘his fiancé’, and soon it would be his wife. Completely his, untouched by any other man, she was his and his alone.

  “Congratulations, Mr. Anastas. Is it the beautiful woman who was in earlier, Miss Richards?”

  “Yes.” He smiled as he stood up to pack the pre-nup and other papers he would drop of at his attorney’s before he went ring shopping.

  Entering the jewelry store, he was immediately pounced upon by two sales clerks. These people could smell money, like a shark could smell blood. The female salesclerk, wearing a simple black dress with a delicate string of pearls, addressed him first.

  “Good afternoon, sir. My name is Monica. Are you looking for something in particular today?” she asked with a pleasant smile.

  “Yes, I need an engagement ring and two wedding bands.” This time it was the gentleman in the grey suit that spoke. “Congratulations, sir. My name is Sean. We have a lovely selection of bridal rings over here.” He stretched out his arm to guide Calix toward the jewelry case in the back. “May I ask if you had a specific style in mind?” Sean asked with a stamped on smile and bright eyes that all salesmen wear in order to encourage a sale.

  “Yes, I’d like the ring to have one large diamond in the middle with smaller blue diamonds on either side or encircling it. If you don’t have blue diamonds, then blue topaz will do. I’d like it to be set in either platinum or white gold.”

  “Well, that is very specific indeed. I’m sure we can find just what you’re looking for, or we can have our master jeweler set your choice of stones in any setting,” Monica informed him.

  “How long would that take? I need the ring done before five pm. I don’t care if there is an added rush charge.” Calix practically saw the dollar signs flash in their widened eyes.

  They sat him in a chair as they began to pull out setting after setting; they showed him different cuts and different sizes. Calix wanted this ring to be special. He wanted Anya to know that he bought this with only her in mind and that he put great thought into it. When all was said and done, he ended up with a platinum ring in an antique setting that had lace work on all the sides. He chose a six carat, flawless, princess cut diamond with two three carat blue topaz gems on either side. Her wedding band was a solid platinum band that fit perfectly against her engagement ring. His wedding band was a simple solid comfort fit platinum band seven

  millimeters wide. Calix had one more thing added to her rings, each were engraved with the word ‘Mine’ with a heart next to it. He didn’t know why he added the heart other than he just felt he needed to put it there. They handed him three separate ring boxes. He opened the one with the

  engagement ring, and it sparkled

  beautifully; it was perfect.

  *** Ringing, ringing what was ringing? Anya woke from her nap at the sound of her phone ringing. Still groggy with sleep she answered the phone with a voice raspy, “Hello.”

  “You sound like you were sleeping.”

  That voice woke her up quickly. “How did you get my number?” Calix lightly chuckled. “You’re my fiancé. I know everything that concerns to you.”

  She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her free hand as she cleared her throat for a more normal voice. “What do you want, Calix?”

  “I’m calling to tell you I’m on my way to your apartment. I thought it would be better if we arrived at your parents’ house together.”

  “What? Wait, what time is it?”

  “About ten past five.” “Crap!” She had actually slept half the day away, and she was still only wearing her bathrobe. “I’m not dressed. I was napping.”

  “Then I suggest you dress quickly. I’ll be there in less than ten minutes. If you’re going to be in the bathroom changing, leave the front door unlocked for me.”

  “But—” Was all she got out before she heard the dial tone signaling he had hung up. He had a habit of doing that. She got off her bed and went to the front door to unlock it. She hated that she was basically following orders from him, but she couldn’t afford to rock the boat, not tonight.

  She went back to her room to pick out something to wear. She chose a simple sweater dress that she could wear with footless tights and her comfortable ballet slippers. Outfit laid out and ready, she went back into her bathroom to try and fix the mess that was her hair. Falling asleep with wet hair was not a very good idea. Finally, after getting the knots out of her hair and quickly flat ironing it, her hair looked presentable. It was dinner at her parents, so she could just leave it down.

  Having lived alone for years now it was a normal habit for her to walk around and get ready wearing nothing but her bra and underwear. Knowing Calix was on his way to her apartment befuddled Anya and she didn’t think to lock the bathroom door as she rushed to get ready.. She had just started to apply her make-up and froze when she heard his voice.

  “That is a sight I’m going to enjoy seeing every day.” His eyes openly ogled her body from the top of her head to the round curve of her ass to her sweet pink painted toenails.

  Anya stopped applying her makeup. She watched him in the mirror. He had taken his suit jacket off along with his tie. The top couple of buttons on his shirt were undone, and she barely got a glimpse of the dark dusting of hair on his chest. As he walked slowly up behind her, her eyes stayed locked with his in the mirror. He stopped directly behind her, wrapped a strong hand around her belly and pulled her against him. He was hard again, and she could feel it pressing against her. Her body, being the traitor that it was, started to respond to his touch and the heat of his body behind her.

  *** When he pulled her close, he saw her eyes dilate. Her mind may hate him, but her body, as he’d observed earlier, now craved him and what he could make her feel. Calix pushed her hair to the side and started placing small kisses down her neck. He wrapped his other hand around her breasts and felt her hardened peaks hidden behind the thin lace of her bra. The hand that rested on her belly slowly lowered down to the apex of her thighs. Anya gasped when Calix slid one finger under the elastic of her lace panties to feel her. She was warm, and she was getting wet. No matter how much her mind wanted to, her body was now unable to deny him. He began to rub that sweet, pink pearl of hers. He wanted her wetter. He wanted to watch her come.

  Chapter 6 As Calix continued to stimulate Anya’s little bundle of nerves, her breathing quickened, and on instinct her hips began to move along with his ministrations. He pulled one cup of her bra down and started to pinch, pull, and roll her hardened nipple with his fingers. Her mind tried to resist, thoug
h her body had surrendered. Then he added more pressure to the movements on her clit. The clitoris is basically the only female body part that its sole use is for sexual pleasure. And Calix knew by working it correctly you can bring a woman to a quick orgasm. Anya’s will power broke, and she released a moan. Her eyes rolled and then closed as she started to feel that build up, the same pressure she’d felt this morning. She started to pant, and her hands gripped his slacks. She started making more uncontrolled noises of pleasure

  Calix knew she was close. Her body was tensing, and she had started mewling in pleasure, so he quickly stuffed two fingers inside her heat. She sharply inhaled at his invasion, but he began to stroke the inside of her walls, hitting Anya’s g-spot perfectly. She couldn’t stop him, and it felt so good that she didn’t want to stop him.

  He bent down and whispered hoarsely in her ear, “Let go, love. I know you want to come. Let me give you this pleasure.” When he was done whispering, he went back to placing kisses on her neck while he played with her nipple and finger fucked her. All the sensations were too much, and she lost control. Anya’s orgasm exploded like some sort of high explosive bomb. She threw her head back against his shoulder and screamed with pleasure, “A AHA AHH Oh god. Ahhhh, Calix!”

  Not giving her a reprieve or time to think, he picked her up and carried her to her bed. He toed off his shoes, practically ripped his pants and boxers off and climbed on top of her. Calix pushed her legs open wider to make room for himself. He grabbed her soaked lace panties and ripped them right down the middle. Now, with no barrier in his way, he plunged inside her. “Ahhhhhh,” she cried out again. Calix was wound so tight from watching her come that he was too excited to calm down and go slow. His pace was fast and demanding, but he was reassured she was enjoying him because she would lift her hips up to meet every one of his strokes. Her hands were clawing into his back, but he felt no pain; no, it aroused him more knowing she was going wild for him, because of him. This is what he had wanted earlier, to have her want him and enjoy him.

  Calix looked down at her face; Anya’s eyes were closed. No, he wanted her eyes open, so she could see who was giving her this pleasure.

  “Open your eyes, Anya,” he grunted, and she opened them immediately. “I want you to see me, see that it’s me who makes your body feel like this. I give you this pleasure. This,” he slammed into her hard so she knew what part he was talking about, “is mine, these beautiful breasts are mine, and you are mine.” He then grabbed one of her thighs and raised it up over his arm, so he could drive in deeper. Their eyes locked as he pushed harder and faster. “I want you to come for me. Come on my cock, love.” He saw her eyes dilate slightly as he spoke; she must like dirty talk, so he continued, “Your pussy is so fucking tight. It feels so good, I’m going to fuck you till you can’t walk.” Then he broke their eye contact when an animalistic urge to mark her came over him, so he leaned down and bit her hard on her neck. That did it; that little bit of extra sensation pushed her over the edge, and she came again. “Aaahhhhh, Calix,” she screeched.

  Hearing Anya cry out his name in pleasure and having her already tight cunt squeezing around him as she climaxed, excited him so much he could no longer hold his own release back. He bit down on her neck again and growled like some caged animal as he came, releasing his load inside her and not letting go of her neck until his climactic spasms were over and he was sure that he had completely filled her.

  Hovering over her, still intimately connected, gazing into her eyes Calix realized that he had yet to kiss her with her participating in it freely, and he wondered if she would now. After looking from her shiny bright eyes to her plump lips and back, he lowered his head and kissed her softly. This was not a forced kiss; he would pull away if she kept her mouth closed. But, to his surprise she didn’t, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to him. He didn’t know whether it was just brain filling with dopamine and endorphins from her orgasmic high that had her kissing him back, and he didn’t care. Calix was just so elated that Anya was kissing him back. No longer kissing her softly, he took control of that kiss and made love to her mouth. Then Calix remembered what his uncle used to say:

  “Fucking a prostitute or any woman for that matter is easy and cheap, but if you want to kiss her the price would most likely double.” Calix had asked why, and, in turn, his uncle said, “Because a women can close her eyes and detach herself from the act of sex, but kissing, that is more intimate more personal and has real feelings behind it.”

  Calix felt himself grow hard again while he was still inside her. So never leaving her mouth—he was enjoying her kisses too much to stop—he made slow, passionate love to her, and this time when they both reached their climax, it was full of not just pleasure but a strong unknown emotion. Or maybe they knew the emotion and didn’t want to acknowledge it.

  Calix pulled himself out of her body, and she winced, no doubt she was really sore. He had given that particular part of Anya’s body a lot of attention today, and, considering she was a virgin this morning, he should leave her be. But he couldn’t, he had an insatiable desire for her, a pull to her that he couldn’t explain or deny. He had wanted her for so many years before he took her, and, now that he’d had her, he didn’t think he could ever be without her. Calix lay down next to her and pulled her so that she rested on his chest. No words were spoken during their embrace; he didn’t want her to think and bring a wall between them again, and she didn’t want to admit that she had enjoyed his lovemaking.

  Her phone started ringing again, and she rose to answer it. It was her mother calling. “Are you and your friend still coming for dinner?”

  “Yes, Mom. We’re just running a little behind.”

  “A little? It’s just past seven.” Anya pulled the phone down from her ear so she could see the time for herself. She was surprised it was past seven. She couldn’t believe it; they had been having sex for the last two hours.

  “Sorry, Mom, we lost track of time. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes, so go ahead and put the finishing touches on dinner.”

  Anya hung up without even saying bye. She looked back to her bed, where Calix lay naked. She didn’t want to admit it, but he was a beautiful sight. The man was tall, fit, and tan skinned with thick black hair, chocolate brown eyes, and he was very well endowed. She had never seen any penises in person before; she had only seen a couple in an adult movie. Being curious as to why men loved them so much, she had watched one. It didn’t do anything for her. It just seemed too fake and cheesy. In her opinion porn stars should be required to take acting lessons; then again men weren’t watching them for the acting. But, going off the sizes she had seen in the movie, Calix was bigger than average.

  Anya was trying her best to keep her eyes on his face and not to let them wander down to his cock while she spoke to him. “That was my mother. We’re late, we need to hurry and get there.”

  Calix sat up, moved to the edge of the bed, and planted his feet on the floor. “Come here,” he ordered, but his voice was soft and gentle. She walked back to him and stood in between his legs. “I want you to move in with me before the wedding.”

  Anya’s eyes widened with surprise, and her brows rose almost to her hairline. Despite the look on her face, Calix continued, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to go one day without being inside you and having you in my arms. I want you now. I don’t want to wait four weeks. I’ll call movers tomorrow. We’ll put everything you don’t need into storage, or we can donate it.”

  “Don’t I get a say in this?” “No. What difference is it for you if you move in now or in four weeks?” Calix grabbed her arm and pulled her down on to the bed and leaned over her. He caressed her breasts, stomach, and thighs, and heard her inhale sharply. He placed gentle kisses on her face. “Your body wants me. You can’t deny that. I will make sweet love to you each night after I have fucked you senseless. Your body will always be satisfied.” His hand started to make its way down to her already over stim
ulated clit and started to rub and pull at it. Her breaths quickened.

  “Calix, please, dinner.” Her voice was breathy and barely audible. “Right after you come for me.” He leaned down further and took a tightly knotted nipple into his mouth to suckle. He was trying to prove a point; her body did want him and that he could and would more than satisfy her. She didn’t stand a chance; he had her screaming out her orgasm in minutes. When her body relaxed, he pulled his fingers from her and, with her watching, stuck them in his mouth and licked them clean. “Mmmmmm,” he groaned. “You taste delicious. After dinner tonight, I’m going to have you for dessert.”

  Anya couldn’t believe what he’d just done. She should’ve been sickened or appalled, but, surprisingly, she wasn’t; it aroused her, actually. What did that say about her? The thought made her frown. This isn’t how it was supposed to be, and she shouldn’t have enjoyed Calix’s

  ministrations or want more. She had to remember he wasn’t her lover; no, he was the man who was basically black mailing her into marriage. She pushed at his chest to break his grasp on her. “I need to change.” She picked up her clothing, and, wanting to put some space between them, she went into the bathroom to dress. This time, Anya remembered to lock the door.

  *** Calix knew the minute her brain took over again. She frowned and started not looking at him but through him. Then she pushed him off and left to change. Running his hands through his hair in frustration, he didn’t know what to do. He’d always just taken what he wanted when he wanted it and never had problems before. Countless women wanted him so badly they didn’t care how they got him or how he behaved with them. Then again, he didn’t care about the women he’d been with before. Honestly, he never cared if people liked him or not. His uncle used to tell him it’s better to be feared than respected. He’s always operated on that creed, but now he was at a loss; he wanted Anya to want him, to like him…to love him. He wanted to see her ripe with his child and for her to be happy it was there. But, he kept reacting to her on instinct, and he knew that was going nowhere fast with her. Calix needed to find a way to deal with her. He’d never been in this position of trying to win a woman’s affection before. He got up and started to get dressed. He would think about all of this later.