A Debt Paid

by Black, Joslyn

  happened, happened. I know I hurt you, hurt your feelings, whether you wanted to admit it that morning or not. You

  apologized, but I used that to keep a lock on myself to keep a distance. And when we were together intimately, I tried not to enjoy it. I would think of every reason why it was wrong to enjoy it. I fought with myself. The night I left, I was scared shitless. When I realized I was actually disappointed about not being pregnant, it scared me because it hit me that though I tried to not feel anything for you, I did, and I didn’t know what to do, so I ran.” Anya looked into Calix’s eyes to see his reaction to her words. But, he showed no emotion and just sat there staring at her. She felt compelled to fill the silence.

  “When I yelled at you last night and you told me you loved me, it stunned me, and when we hung up, I couldn’t stop thinking about us. It might not mean anything to you now but I–I love you.”

  Her eyes glistened with tears, and she was biting her lower lip as she finished. Calix was still silent. Taking his silence as a negative response, she got up off the bed. Her voice was quivering from her

  emotions. “I can see I was wrong to come back; I just wanted to apologize and tell you how I really felt.” She wiped her eyes with the tips of her fingers and slowly headed for the door. Before she could get through the door, a still naked Calix jumped up off the bed, getting to the door before her and slammed the door closed, taking Anya by surprised. He pushed her up against the door, pressing his naked body to hers.

  “You ran once. I won’t let you run again.” Anya looked up at him, searching his eyes. His face softened, and he slowly stroked down her cheek with his finger.

  “I’ve missed you so much. I love you that won’t ever change.” He lowered his head and took her lips in a hungry

  desperate kiss. His hands moved down to her hips, and then he grabbed hold of her and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him. He didn’t let go of her mouth but continued to ravenously kiss her, moaning into her mouth. He began to rhythmically rub against her, though she was still fully clothed.

  “Bed,” Anya tried to request around his kisses. He obliged by carrying her back to the bed. He lowered her down softly. Once she was down on the bed, he released her mouth only to move down her neck. When he came down to her cotton top, he grabbed the shirt in both hands and ripped it down the middle. Anya groaned at the show of his strength and his desperation to have her. Her bra was made of tough nylon. Not bothering to attempt to rip it or take it off, he simply yanked down the cups, causing her plump breasts to pop out. His hands and mouth move down to clasp onto her taunt nipples. He played with one as his tongue lavished the other.

  “Ahhhh,” Anya cried out. For some reason her breasts were extremely

  sensitive. “Calix, please,” Anya begged. Calix stopped only long enough to sit up and unbutton her shorts, pull down the zipper, and remove them and her underwear together. He slowly slid his hands back up her legs, stopping at her knees, and he spread her thighs apart slowly and moved to fit himself perfectly between them. His earlier frenzy was gone. He looked deep into her eyes as he pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “Calix?” “Shhhh, love, let me look at you.” He slowly nuzzled his nose against hers and kissed the tip softly. Then he hovered with his lips over hers.

  “Do you want me, Anya?” he asked in earnest.

  “Yes.”

  Next, he hesitantly asked, “Do you really love me?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, waiting for his kiss.

  “Tell me.”

  “I lo-ove…ahhhh, Calix.” She was unable to finish as Calix sank into her. He kissed her cheek, nose, forehead, and neck as he slowly moved in and out of her with strong, slow strokes, making tender love to her. In between his kisses, he would ask her again, “Do you love me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I love you, Calix.” He groaned in satisfaction at her words. Suddenly, he pulled out of her turned her onto her belly and sunk back into her. Placing his full weight onto her, thrusting back and forth back and forth. Anya grabbed onto the rungs of their headboard. Calix bit down on her neck, growling in his pleasure. He had been missing this—her—and, though normally stamina was not a problem for him, his climax was already close upon him. He wanted their reunion to last, so he flipped her back over. He wanted to see her come, and he wanted to be as deep inside her as he could when she did. He spread her legs wider and raised one of her thighs. He couldn’t control himself; he was trying hard, wanting to hear her scream in pleasure first. His thrusts became faster, harder. Anya’s soft moans grew louder.

  “Ah mmmm, Calix, yes, don’t stop, please, please, Calix.” “I love you, Anya, I need you. My body only wants you, responds to only you. God, Anya, love, I want to come inside you. I want my seed to take root in your womb.” He was huffing as he spoke. “I want you swollen with my child. Tell me, Anya, tell me, Anya, that you want it, too.”

  Her body was tensing, and her nails were digging deep into his back. His forehead rested on hers, looking straight into her eyes as he continued his

  pummeling unremittingly.

  “Ahh yes, Calix, yes, please, I want your child—our child, I love you, please.” Her words excited him more than he thought possible. “Oh God, Anya, love.” He started to growl and grunt as his last bit of restraint left him, and he thrashed into her, unforgivingly as he began to climax, spurting his essence deep inside her, praying that this time it took hold.

  “Fuck! God, Anya. Ahhh Fuck!” he bellowed. As his cries quieted, he heard hers, she was crying out in mid orgasm. He wanted her pleasure and continued to plunge into her until her last scream quieted.

  “Calix! Calix, please, please, oh God, oh God yesssssss!” She was breathless as she buried her face in his chest, completely satisfied. He was lying atop her. They both were out of breath, still holding the other, not wanting to let go. Once they were both calm, he slowly pulled out of her, he rolled off her and to her side, pulling her to cuddle with him, her head resting on his chest. He was running his fingertips up and down her spine as he loved to do. Anya was slowly caressing his chest with her finger. “I dreamed of you,” she whispered.

  “You did?”

  “Yes, we were in bed, and you were kissing me everywhere. I told you that it felt good. You stopped looked at me and asked if I knew what felt even better, then you said your son growing inside me.”

  He placed a kiss atop her head. They lay there, continuing to relax together, enjoying their coupling. Her climatic fog was starting to clear, and, as it did, a thought of something he said popped out, ‘My body only wants you, responds to only you…’

  “Calix?”

  “Yes, love?” “What did you mean when you said your body only wants and responds to me?”

  Calix’s fingers stopped stroking her as he froze, even his breaths stop

  momentarily.

  ‘Shit!’

  Chapter 29

  Anya laid in wait for Calix’s answer.

  Calix ran one hand through his hair. “I was going to tell you, of course.” Hearing his words, Anya

  immediately thought of the worst, He slept with someone else already! Or tried to, whichever. Her eyes started to shine with the beginning of tears from her hurt and anger. She jumped off him, sitting herself up, scrambling to grab a sheet or part of the blanket to cover her nakedness as she fumblingly tried to get out of bed.

  Calix sat up, reaching for her arm. “Anya, no,” his voice was stern, “you don’t understand; you didn’t let me finish.”

  “No!” she yelled at him. “Let go of me!” She was crying tears of anger now, flailing her arms around, trying to free herself from his grasp.

  “No. Anya, no!” He used his full strength, struggling with her and yanked her down back onto the bed. Using his body to pin her as she twisted and tried bucking him off. He got hold of both her arms held them down above her head with one of his. “Anya, listen to me.”

 
She’d given up trying to get free. She was crying, which only pissed her off more, so she lay there, squeezing her eyes shut with her head turned away from him.

  “Damn it, Anya, listen to me.” With his free hand, he roughly grabbed her chin and forced her to face him, though she still had her eyes shut, and her lips were quivering as she tried to hold in her tears and pain.

  He rested his forehead on hers. “Anya, I love you, only you, and I have never loved anyone before, you need to understand that. After we talked last night, I felt lost, I felt hopeless, and I’m not used to feeling that way. I needed to talk; I needed someone to comfort me that has never happened to me before. It was too late to call my mother. I have no real close friends. Business contacts, associates, but no one I trust with my personal life. So, I called my uncle. He was in the middle of business and said we’d talk later.”

  He took in a deep breath and exhaled. “I started drinking, a lot. I’m not sure when or how many drinks I’d had by then, but someone knocked on the door without being announced. Which, as you know, means it’s someone from the approved family list.”

  He released her chin, and she turned her head to the side once more. He saw the tears still streaming from her closed eyes and leaned down to kiss them away. She jumped at the contact, and her breathing quickened.

  “Anya,” he whispered, “please.” But her only change was that she stiffened, as though telling him with her body that she was indifferent to what he was saying and that he may be holding her down, but the minute he wasn’t, she was gone. He took in another breath before he continued.

  “I went to open the door; it was Natalia. I was surprised, because she’s not on the list. She said she was with my uncle when I called, and he asked her to come over because I needed someone to talk to. We went to the couch. We were actually talking about you, and I was still drinking. I don’t remember how we got there, but, all of a sudden, she was going down on me, but I didn’t want her. I, uh, I couldn’t get hard. Then I started thinking about you, about our last night together when you did that for me, how hesitant you were, how good you felt, and I hardened. I was so drunk and wanted you so much, I got lost in my fantasy of you, forgetting who was actually touching me; I was even calling out your name. I was about to come, but I wanted you pregnant, and I didn’t want to come in your mouth, so I pulled you off, flipped you over, and was about to push into you. But, I always loved watching how your eyes roll back when I first enter you. I looked down, and your blue eyes weren’t looking back at me. I jumped back and off her, realizing what I was about to do. I cussed and threw her out.”

  Anya turned her head back to face him and slowly opened her eyes. His eyes locked with hers. He leaned down and again rested his forehead on hers.

  “I went to take a cold shower. I was so pissed at myself, at my uncle for sending her, at her for actually coming. I–I even prayed in the shower. I was in such need of you the cold shower didn’t help.”

  He gulped, slowly raising his head to look into her wide shocked eyes. “This is embarrassing, but I sprayed your perfume on your pillow, took one of your nighties from your drawer, and closed my eyes pictured you and wrapped my dick with your nightie, and stroked myself till I came. Then I went to sleep.”

  He waited for her to say something, but all she did was turn her head to the other side, as though she was trying to see the nightgown on the floor.

  “You didn’t sleep with her?”

  “No, love, I only want you.”

  “But, but you let her…” She didn’t finish but closed her eyes again. Calix released her arms and placed his forearms on each side of her head and caressed her cheek. In a sad sorrowful and regretful voice, he answered her unfinished question.

  “Yes. I was drunk and trying to force myself to not want you. My uncle had been telling me for days to give up on you. To move on, that you wouldn’t forgive me, but I couldn’t. Anya, I couldn’t get hard without thinking of you. I couldn’t finish. Please, forgive me, nothing like that will happen again. I thought we were done, that there was no hope; it’s not an excuse, I know, but I want you to understand the reason. Please, please, Anya, love, forgive me. I love you. I want to marry. I want to have as many children as I can fill you with. Only you.”

  She stared at him. “You’re always doing something I have to forgive.” “I’ve only done two things, big things, yes, but you know I will never do anything like that again, I love you.”

  He was hard again, just talking about the future he wanted for them. She could feel him against the top of her sex. She lay there silent, and Calix started to plant soft kisses all over her. “Forgive me,” he said after every kiss.

  Anya stopped his kisses. “I need you to understand something, Calix. I love you, but love only goes so far. I refuse to be my mother. Three strikes, and you’re out. I won’t just leave you, I will do everything to ruin you publicly and any other way I can. I will hurt you one hundred times more than you hurt me. I don’t care if it’s now or years from now. Kids or no kids, I will ruin you, then I will disappear, and you know I have the means to do it. I refuse to be weak anymore. You will not disrespect me, will not cheat on me, not control me or my life, you will be a part of it, understand?”

  Calix smiled down at her. “Always my tigress. Believe it or not, I don’t want a simpering wife. I told you I want a real wife in every way. One of the things I love most about you is your strength. I will never hurt you again, and, if I do, you can even call Uncle Vito.” He smiled down at her then lowered his head slowly, stopping just a breath away from her lips, letting her choose. She raised her hands, entangling them in his hair while pulling him down to her.

  He let out a long, mangled groan of pleasure as he shifted his hips and entered her slowly. His moves were slow and steady, trying to put all the love he felt for her into the movements, but he could tell that right now that was not what she wanted. In the time they’d been together, he’d learned what she wanted by her moves and gestures when she was in the mood for slow and steady or hard and rough. Right now, she was being

  aggressive, biting his lips, neck, and shoulder. One hand fisted in his hair, pulling, and the other digging into his back. God, how excited he got when she was like this. He threw his head back and growled at her.

  “You want to play?” he asked roughly as he looked to her face for his answer. He saw that her mouth was slightly open, her breathing heavy, her eyes sparkled with seductiveness, and he had his answer. Taking her by surprise, trying not to break their connection, he dragged her to the edge of the bed. He stood up, pulled her legs up, putting one on each of his shoulders and started to slam into her. Her eyes rolled back and closed just the way he liked to see, and her hands reached above her, grasping for whatever she could get a hold of as she started to cry out.

  “Fuck! Calix. Ahh.” Seeing what he could do to her, what he could make her feel, made him even harder, if that were even possible, and more feral, like a lion mating with his lioness on the savannah.

  “This what you want?” he asked his voice low and rough. Her resounding moan wasn’t enough of an answer for him. Suddenly, he pulled out and flipped her over and crashed into her again. She threw her head back and screamed. He had one hand squeezing at the curve of her hip while the other tangled in her hair, gently pulling. He grunted out his question as he continued to thrash at her.

  “Or is this what you want? Tell me, tell me now.”

  When she didn’t answer, he pulled tighter on her hair.

  “Ah, yes,” she yelled in between gasps of air. He felt her starting to tighten, and her legs shaking. She was going to come and come hard. Within a minute, she was biting and fisting the bed sheets, her eyes closed as the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had washed over her whole body. The strength of this orgasm left her head fuzzy, her nipples tingling, and her cunt sopping wet. It’s a good thing she was bent over the bed, or she would most likely have

  collapsed onto the floor.

  “You–did–
this–to, me,” he panted. “All–I–want–is, you–just– you—so–I–am–yours–and–you– are–mine–for–ever! Oh fuck!” he choked out as he came, gloriously filling her yet again with his warm seed. His climax is so intense his knees actually trembled, and he had to keep hold of her hips to steady himself. He dropped his head and let it hang as he gathered himself. When he opened his eyes two minutes later, he was still standing and buried inside her. He looked down at Anya and chuckled. Anya had actually passed out in sleep.

  Chapter 30 Calix gathered Anya in to his arms and crawled up the bed with her and laid her down. He pulled the comforter back up, lay down next to her, and covered them up. He was happy. He was complete. With Anya back in his arms, he fell into a blissful sleep.

  *** Nicole had decided to wait to call Anya, but she was too excited. She knew Anya would want to know right away, and Nicole knew it had been several hours since she had landed. She was sure that Anya and Calix must have talked and made up by now. With the time difference, it was a few hours earlier than it was where she was so she could call and not be disturbing her sleep. Nicole snickered. Like she was actually going to get any sleep, she thought. Her mind changed and made up, Nicole went to a quiet corner in the ER to call Anya.

  *** Anya woke up slowly to her stomach grumbling. She really hadn’t eaten all day. Calix was wrapped around her, asleep. He had a total death grip on her waist, like he was scared she would leave as he slept. She gently tried to remove Calix hand, so she could sneak out of bed and get something to eat.

  The moment she lifted his arm, he woke instantly, gripping her tighter. “Where are you going?” he asked.

  “I’m hungry, I haven’t eaten all day. I was going to make some dinner.” He hesitated before he let her go. “Okay, love, why don’t we shower, and then I’ll make you your favorite dish.”