A Debt Paid

by Black, Joslyn

  Anya’s eyes kept moving, searching all over his face, looking for some tell, tell sign that he was making this up and lying. She saw none, but as he was pressed up against her, she felt his hardened cock pressed to her belly. Calix was aroused again, but what was he aroused from? Was it her spirit from the ranting she gave him just now, or was it because he had her by the throat and was completely in control? If the first, she would admit to being slightly turned on herself. If it was the latter, then her married life with him was going to be very rocky, because Anya had no intention of being subservient to her husband as her mother was.

  Calix broke their gaze and looked down to her lips and then back to her eyes. Anya could tell he wanted her that very minute, but he seemed to be restraining himself. It was like earlier this evening when he’d kissed her, he wanted her to allow him, wanted her to willingly

  participate.

  She knew she shouldn’t. The voice in Anya’s head was screaming for her not to encourage this type of behavior, but she turned a deaf ear to that voice and listened to the wanting of her body. She reached up to his hand that was at her neck and pulled. He let her pull his hand down to her hip. Anya wrapped her arms around his neck and stretched up on her tippy toes to place a soft timid kiss on his lips. Calix froze; he actually froze for a brief moment. Shocked that after her rant and his reply that she would kiss him. That she would actually initiate a kiss. Though Calix had frozen, it only took him a couple of seconds to snap out of it and respond to her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up to kiss him.

  Calix lifted Anya up against the wall now. Her legs circled around his waist. He started to rhythmically rub his cock, which remained trapped in his pants, against her heated womanly core. She had her hands entangled in his hair, pulling on it every so often. His level of arousal was reaching its peak. Calix needed more; he needed to be buried inside her. He broke their kiss and lowered her back onto her legs. For a tiny moment, Anya was confused, but then she saw that he had lowered her so he could take off the leggings she was wearing under her sweater dress along with her shoes. He was so excited he just threw her stuff over his shoulder, not caring where they landed.

  With his chore done, Calix

  straightened back up, undid his zipper, and freed his pulsating cock. He lifted her up again and pressed her back against the wall. Anya instinctually wrapped her legs around him in response. He placed himself at her glistening wet slit and pushed up into her. “Yesss, Anya,” he moaned his voice muffled as he had his face buried in the crook of her neck. She actually flinched as he entered her body. She was sore, but the soreness was soon forgotten as the pleasure from him steadfastly pushing himself into her again and again took over. Calix wasn’t going slowly, but he wasn’t slamming into her either. She could tell he was restricting himself, because he knew she was sore. Anya saw that he had noticed her flinch as he plunged into her. That was the reason her fiancé was holding back.

  Calix wanted to be more vigorous and more aggressive. Every so often he started to move faster, but then he would remember her soreness and would squeeze his arms tight around her, or he’d bite down on her neck or the tops of her breasts. Then, he would slow down and ease up.

  The strange thought that he was being sweet and tender passed through Anya’s mind. Calix was of a selfish nature and though he wanted more, he was denying what he wanted so as to not cause Anya discomfort. At this very moment, though, she felt no discomfort; she only felt the tight friction of sensation building up inside her. He was very different from this morning when he took what he wanted. But then she thought of how he must have taken her terms: he’d told her he had waited years for her. To have all that caring, wanting, yearning, and craving pent up and held at bay for years, only to see the object of your affection recoil at the very thought of being touched by you. She saw his side then; she understood why what happened this morning happened. But just because she understood didn’t make what he did acceptable, even though he’d apologize after, and he did seem

  remorseful when he cleaned her. She knew a man of his stature and power must not apologize often, so his doing so was significant.

  “Ahhh, Anya.” His mangled groan brought her thoughts back. Calix still had his head buried in her neck, breathing hot and heavy against her skin. She could feel the tension building in is his body. Calix’s movements were more rigid and awkward; he must be close to his release. And, for some strange reason that she didn’t want to think too hard about right then, Anya wanted him to have all his pleasure. She tightened her hold on his hair and pulled his face out from her neck, so she could see him. His breathing was really labored, and a light sheen of sweat dotted on his forehead. When their eyes finally met, her voice was low and husky. “Faster,” she breathed.

  Calix’s eyes widen slightly in surprise at hearing her request. He was so close, and she felt so good. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wasn’t going to deny her request, especially when it was something he wanted as well. He pushed her harder against the wall for more support and lowered his hands from her hips to the cheeks of her ass and let himself go. He pounded up into her over and over again. She started to feel her own quickening response. She was going to come. They were going to come together.

  Her orgasm hit her hard and fast. She lowered her face into his shoulder to try and muffle her wails. Hearing her moan with pleasure at her climax and knowing that she had actually initiated this coupling doubled his arousal, and her tight warm wet cunt was the best thing he’d ever felt in his life. As she came, he thrust once, twice, and on the third thrust he achieved his own release.

  “Oh God, Anya! Ahhhhh!” They stayed there for a minute or two, collecting themselves. When the moment came for him to pull out of her and put her down, he did so slowly. His cock glimmered with their combined fluids. He looked down and saw that his semen was dripping down her thigh. He didn’t like seeing his essence wasted. She wouldn’t get pregnant with it dripping down like that obviously. But, then he thought, Doesn’t matter. He’d filled her womb three times already today. He was positive one of his semen would find the egg inside her womb and connect, starting the wondrous growth of their child.

  Chapter 9

  Calix surprised Anya by picking her up and heading toward her bathroom.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m taking you to the bathroom, so we can shower before bed.” Entering into her bathroom, he stood her up next to her shower. “Turn the water on,” he instructed as he started to empty his pockets. Before setting his phone down on the bathroom counter, he sent a quick text to his assistant telling her he needed one of his spare suits from his office closet for tomorrow. Anya opened the shower doors just enough to turn on the shower without having the water splash out, then she checked the

  temperature before she turned back to Calix.

  Calix crossed the few steps needed to put him in front of Anya. Her bathroom wasn’t very big. Her whole apartment was barely bigger than a studio apartment.

  Slowly he began to remove what was left of her clothing from their tryst a few minutes ago. When her last article of clothing was off, he simply stood there and let his eyes wonder all over her body. He gently stroked Anya’s cheek with the back of his hand, causing goose bumps all down her body. He looked back into her eyes.

  “You’re beautiful.” His voice was as soft as velvet, and his eyes shown with deep feelings she didn’t want to

  acknowledge. “Undress me,” he instructed.

  Anya slowly reached out for to undo the cuffs of his shirt first and then began unbuttoning it very slowly, one button at a time. When his shirt was open, she took in the mouthwatering sight of his hard, flat, muscled torso and slid her hands up his warm chest to his broad shoulders to push his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Then she ran her hands back down this sparse dusting of hair on his pecks to his smooth stomach to his waist. His pants were already unbuttoned from earlier, so she just grabbed the waistband of his slacks and pu
shed them and his boxers down. He was hard again. Anya knew she shouldn’t be enjoying the fact that he didn’t seem able to get enough of her undressing him and touching his smooth skin, but she was. When she straightened back up, Calix had a cocky smirk on his face. He grabbed her hand, opened the sliding door to her shower fully, and they both got in.

  The hot water felt good pouring down on them. Calix couldn’t help being hard again. She was so beautiful, and being inside her felt too good. His body craved her. But, he knew he had taken her too many times today. She was sore, so, no matter how much his body wanted to, he had to let her body rest. He was simply going to bathe her, then take her to bed, and fall asleep with her in his arms. Anya was again surprised at how intimate being washed by Calix was; it almost felt more intimate than their lovemaking. He had not only washed her but also massaged her shoulders and neck. Calix was also so gentle when he shampooed and

  conditioned her hair. He was aroused the whole time but held back from any type of sexual touch or contact.

  Once out of the shower, Calix even helped her to dry off and combed her hair. When Calix finished, Anya left the

  bathroom to go and dress for bed. When she reached her dresser, she sifted through her drawer for the nightgown she wanted, but as she pulled it out to wear Calix gripped her hand to stop her. She looked up at him quizzically.

  “I don’t want you to wear anything; I want to feel your skin against mine.” He took the nightgown from her and placed it back in the drawer.

  “I don’t sleep naked.”

  “You will with me, every night.”

  “I’ll get cold.” Calix smiled down at her and shook his head. “No, you won’t. I’ll keep you warm.”

  After closing the drawer, Calix directed Anya toward the bed. It was still messed up and unmade from their

  activities this evening before dinner. He pulled the comforter down more and climbed in. Anya just watched him for a moment before she got in. She considered protesting but then figured it wasn’t worth the fight, and she was tired, so she just climbed in next to him. Calix pulled her close and settled into spooning. He pulled the comforter back up and covered them. He wrapped his arm around Anya, cupping her breast and buried his face in her hair.

  “Good night, love,” he breathed then kissed the top of her head. Anya tried to settle in and sleep, but she could feel his hardened length against her bottom and his hand was cupping her breast. Her mind was also going a mile a minute. It had been such a long and lifechanging day. She was really mixed up on how she felt about Calix. He blackmailed her into marriage, he forcefully took her virginity, and he had unconfirmed ties to the mob. Those were the only cons she could think of, but they were really big cons. On the pros, he could be gentle with her—tender even if he wanted to be— when he did such intimate things for her. He cleaned her after his onslaught this morning, and, after dinner tonight, he was tender with her while washing her,

  massaging her, and brushing her hair. Those things were more intimate than sex; it showed that someone cared for the other person and didn’t just want sexual

  gratification from their body. It was more than obvious that he wanted her again— the proof was currently pressing into her back—but he let her be, because he was conscious of her body being sore. These actions, or lack thereof, showed he wasn’t totally selfish and that he cared about her.

  Anya was having a big struggle with her conscience and her view of morality and right and wrong. She knew that everything he had done to get her to this point was wrong, but it seemed like he was trying to turn things around, to make it the good relationship he said they could have. She fiddled with her engagement ring; he’d put a lot of thought into it. Would he have done that if there weren’t some real feelings involved? Then there was his admission to think about. She couldn't believe that he’d watched her, wanted her, and waited years for her. She wasn't putting herself down in any way. She knew she was attractive, and she was smart, responsible, and had a good job. But, men of his stature and position with his associations were usually looking for someone who they could bed fast and then walk away from even faster. They didn’t want families, but Calix did.

  How was it that, even though this situation was forced on her, every time after this morning, she had enjoyed every one of their amorous exploits? Shamefully, she even wanted more. Even this morning after the initial pain and shock wore off, she’d tried not to feel the pleasure, but her body had succumbed to him. He’d even said she would hate herself for enjoying it, and, at that moment, she had. But she didn’t anymore. Anya knew that there had to be some sort of a gray area for this situation, so that she wouldn’t feel like she was betraying herself, but she didn't know what it was. She had told him off, called him a bastard, ranted hysterically at him, and it only turned him on. He didn't want some pretty, little, young trophy wife to hang on his arm to show off. No, he actually wanted a partner, a real relationship and marriage, and he saw in her everything that he thought he needed and wanted in a wife. Anya didn’t just want to be a wife, she wanted to be a partner.

  She didn’t know if such a big wrong could be turned into a right. She’d heard the saying, ‘The ends justify the means’. Did that apply here? She was too tired to continue thinking about it. She was drained physically and mentally. She heard the soft steady sound of Calix’s breathing; he must have fallen asleep. She decided she would let it be for now and take it one day at a time. She relaxed her body into his, closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep.

  Anya woke up to Calix kissing her neck and shoulder. She was lying on her back, and he was leaning over her. His cock was hard against her thigh as his hand skimmed up and down her side. Noticing that she had woken up, Calix kisses moved up to her face, first her right cheek, then left, then forehead, and then stopped to nibble at her lips.

  “Morning, love, please, tell me you’re not too sore from yesterday. I was able to restrain myself last night, but I really need to feel you.” His voice was urgent, soft almost caressing her the way his hands were.

  She stretched her arms above her head and her legs out; she felt a tinge of soreness but nothing to keep her from enjoying Calix’s ministrations. Nothing except her conscience. No, she was going to ignore that for the time being. Her body was heating up from his touches and kisses, and, to her great shock, she wanted more of him, too.

  However, Anya wanted to test the waters; she wanted to see if he would choose his pleasure over her comfort. “And, if I’m too sore?” she asked, watching his face closely for any sign of falsehood.

  He frowned, and his hand stopped caressing her. “I would be disappointed, but I would leave you alone.” He was earnest in his answer.

  This was her choice; he would stop if she wanted him to. She reached up and ran her fingers through his thick hair. This is it; was she going to accept him? Should she? Could she put aside how they’d begun? That feeling she didn’t want to acknowledge yesterday was a little stronger today. Did that mean it would grow stronger still? She didn’t have the answers, not now at least, but one thing she did know was that her body wanted the bliss that only he could give her.

  “I’m not that sore.” There was a coy tone to her voice. Could it be that she was flirting with him? Calix smiled.

  “So glad to hear it.” He leaned down and took her mouth. He moved on top of her and spread her thighs to make room for his muscled body. Anya said she wasn’t too sore, but he wanted her nice and wet, so he could slide in easier. His hand went down to her breast and pinched her knotted nipple, causing her to moan in his mouth. His hand then slid down Anya’s belly to her warm, wet folds. She was primed, warm and wet, but he wanted more. Calix moved his fingers to her hooded pearl and started rubbing and playing with it, using just the right amount of pressure. She started to move with his fingers, and she started to make the sweetest little whimpers while they kissed.

  He worked her for a few minutes. He knew she was getting close because her hands in his hair tightened their grip, a
nd her moans were getting louder. To push her over the edge, he sunk two fingers inside her—she was soaking wet—then he twisted his fingers, so that he could rub on the front of her inner walls. She went crazy with that, pulling her mouth away from his. Her breaths were shallow and rapid. The hands that had been in his hair were at his shoulders, digging in, trying to find some sort of purchase. Then after a couple of minutes with his fingers working their magic, her back arched, her head went back, and she cried out his name.

  “Ahhhh! Ahhhh, Calix!” He pulled his fingers from her, wiping them on her inner thigh, positioned himself, and then impaled her with his rock hard shaft.

  “Fuck!” he growled. She was tight, even tighter with her cunt having spasms from her orgasm. He tried to pace himself, to not attack her like a silverback in heat. But being inside her felt overwhelming.. Her legs were locked around him now, her nails embedded in his back, and she was moaning with every thrust he made. He placed one arm at the side of her head, and, with the other, he held her thigh just a little higher for more space to move deeper into her. Calix hid his face in the crook of her neck and her soft hair. He was really trying to control himself; he wanted her to come again before he did, so he started thrusting deeper. She started to moan louder, and her legs tightened around him, so he started moving faster. Anya met her orgasm with a quick cry before she bit down on his chest and growled out her pleasure. Calix had always liked love bites, and having her bite down on him sent him flying. He almost choked on his own cries as his climax hit him in waves of intense pleasure. He didn’t stop slamming into her, though, not until his entire load spurt deep inside her. When he was spent, his arms gave out and all his weight dropped on her.