dirty nasty things
make her pay the debt
Violet Steele
Contents
1. Given Away to the Debt Collector
2. With a Club and Handcuffs
3. Claimed by the Alpha
4. Borrowing the Exchange Student to the Trucker
5. Sold to the Biker Gang
6. Being the Present at the Parking Lot Rendezvous
1
Given Away to the Debt Collector
“Oh come on, relax a little! We are on vacation!” I again start to massage his neck softly, then run my hands through his dark curls, which should have been cut again a long time ago. “I have something very special on for you under my clothes,” I whisper in his ear. “You will like it!” “Stop it, Mia!” He hits my hand away roughly like an annoying insect. “I am not in the mood for that!”
I move back without a reaction and sink into the elegant white leather couch. His words hurt me, because by “that” he actually means me. He is not in the mood for me, not today, not yesterday, not during the last weeks since we have been here. And I thought that this trip would be the perfect opportunity for us to finally become closer again. How could I have been so wrong? David is simply no longer interested in me; I guess I have to deal with it. Even my tight, high slit silver dress and high sandals that I wear extra for him won’t be of any help. The only thing he has ever wanted from me recently is money. And I am so stupid to still give it to him even though I do not have much myself from my job as a waitress.
“Why are we here?” I ask after we have been sitting in silence across from each other for a while. “As far as I know, we actually don’t even have money for a vacation.”
“I had to get out.”
David stubbornly sinks his head into the newspaper, even though I can see that he isn’t reading at all. He complains about something while he drinks his third glass of whiskey and keeps staring out the window again and again. I know that this cannot be good.
“Are you hiding from somebody? Is that what it is?”
He is furious as he looks over to me. “Worry about your own shit, Mia!”
“That is my shit! After all, I am your wife!”
“Yeah, unfortunately,” he mumbles so quietly that he probably thinks that I cannot hear him. But I do, and his words burn in my heart like a poisonous arrow. I quickly look out the window to stop the tears that I can already feel in the corners of my eyes. I am not going to cry now; no, I will not. I will not give him the satisfaction!
I could have had anyone! The boys stood in line for me when I was young and unattached. But what did I do? I was blinded by expensive gifts and a nice car. By adorable compliments and big promises. And by a passion that is no longer there after four years. Now I am sitting here, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, without any money, but with a husband who hasn’t touched me in months. Who would reject me, again and again, no matter how hard I tried. And who would not even dress up in the morning, while I wear beautiful dresses day after day and make myself beautiful for him.
A loud creaking noise makes me listen attentively and turn my head back to the window. At the same time, I see a large, dark limousine turn up onto the gravel road.
“Oh shit!” David jumps up behind me and looks outside as well, his face white as snow. “You have to tell him that I am not here,” he barks at me without offering an explanation.
“What? But why? Who is that?”
“Just do it! Do what I tell you to do!”
As I hear a knock on the door, I notice that David has already disappeared into the bedroom. My fingers are shaking as I unlock the door. But when I open the door just a crack, as far as the golden door chain allows, I feel an icy shiver across my spine, because I am staring at the bluest eyes that I have ever seen. Eyes that I have been trying to forget for a long time and that still follow me even in my worst of dreams.
“Where is he, Mia?” he asks directly.
“Not here,” I answer bleakly and want to close the door again. But he is faster and puts the tip of his black, fine leather shoe in front of the door.
“Get out of the way.”
I instinctively move to the side, because I know that you should not play around with this man. Immediately I hear the chain jump out of the lock and the door flies open next to me.
“Ok, where?” Ivan repeats while I still stare at him as if I’ve seen a ghost. Damn, I forgot how big he is. And how unbelievably good he looks! But there is one thing I haven’t forgotten in all the years: this man is dangerous. Extremely dangerous. Because he works for the worst crook in the town. And if he is mad at David, for whatever reason, then this will probably end really badly.
I nod my head towards the bedroom door when Ivan and his equally intimidating companion enter the room because I know that they will find him soon anyway. Without even looking at me again, the two pass me in their black leather jackets and I hear a scream seconds later. A fearful, almost girl-like scream that does not fit at all the cool David.
“Please don’t, leave me alone,” I hear him cry, followed by a dull bang. Another whimper, another hit. Then some incomprehensible muttering until the two drag him back to me in the living room.
“Where is the money, asshole?” Ivan yells at him before he punches David in the face again. He is playing with him, I am sure of it. Because if Ivan would really hit him, then David’s face would already be squashed.
“I ... I don’t have it. Give me a few more days. Please! Just a few more days!”
He owes Ivan’s boss money? My eyes widen with anger.
“You had enough time,” the second guy adds. I can only see his bald head and thick neck now. He is big and strong like his friend, but nowhere near as attractive.
“Now you can think about where you have the money. And until you remember, we will play a game. And this is how we play...” From the corner of my eye, I see Ivan pull out a hunting knife. “For every minute that you can’t think of anything, I will cut off one of your fingers. How does that sound?”
“No, please!” David’s voice sounds really whiny. “It isn’t here; I’m telling you the truth! Trust me. If I had it, then I would have given it to you already! Please, give me two more days! Two days, that’s it!”
“What do you think?” Ivan turns to his companion. “Is he telling the truth? Should we really give him even more time?”
“We already gave him way too much time.”
“True. Ricardo will be impatient.”
He turns back to David, who is now extremely quiet. “Look, even if I wanted to, I can’t hold out on my boss any longer.”
“Please, try it! I will get the money, I promise! And I will put another thousand bucks on top for you if you can get me the time.”
“Well, I don’t know,” Ivan looks at his colleague again. “Maybe we should take something with us as collateral. Your pinkie, for example. I mean, we didn’t come all the way out here for nothing, right?”
“No, no wait!” David’s face is full of panic as Ivan, who is half a head taller than him, reaches for his hand again and lifts up the knife. “Take my car.”
“That piece of shit?” Ivan’s full lips turn into a sneering grin.
“My watch?”
“That’s not worth a cent!”
I see the anger grow in Ivan’s face because he feels like David is playing with him. My heart beats faste
r because I know much too well what happens when Ivan gets angry. Memories flood my head of wild fights and broken car windows. Of glass bottles flying through the air and broken bones. And then our eyes meet and I have to swallow. Yes, there was another side to him as well. A soft, romantic side. A side that I had almost forgotten.
“What about her?” Ivan’s eyes are still looking at my face, while he says the question very slowly and calmly.
“Her?” David seems not to understand him. “That is my wife. What should...”
“I know very well who she is,” interrupts Ivan. Then this look again that makes my knees buckle.
“Give me Mia. Then I might be able to give you two more days.”
“What?” Now I am the one to fall out of the clouds. Is he kidding?
My heart beats so hard like a small power plant when Ivan starts walking towards me and puts his hand on my neck. He lifts a long, hazel strand of hair up and sniffs it. And with this gesture, he causes a small shiver to run down my spine. I panic because I know this look from him all too well. This look that reminds you of a predator when it has scented its prey. At the same time, I cannot lie. His touch still causes a hot tingling deep within just like the fact that he seems to still desire me after all these years.
“You... you want Mia?” David sounds so surprised, as if he could not even imagine that a man could desire me. And I feel the anger grow within again. How could I live with that for so long?
A grin appears on his deceitful face as Ivan nods at him. He does not even have to think twice if he would exchange me to his benefit.
“Well, fine, you can have her,” he says so easily, just as when he had offered his watch. And at the same time, I send him my hate-filled look. That damn monster! What did I even like about this son of a bitch?
“It’s that easy to convince you?” Now Ivan is the one who sounds surprised. In the next moment, I see his fist once again hit into David’s stomach.
“Why did you do that?” he painfully groans. “I said you could have her.”
“That was because you are an asshole,” Ivan says before he hits him a second time. “And that is because you are the asshole that Mia wasted the past years with.”
“Come over here, sweetie,” Ivan grabs my arm and pulls me directly in front of my husband, who is hunched over in pain on his chair. He remains behind me, directly next to the thick neck, who crosses his arms and looks without expression as if none of this would concern him.
“How can you treat such a beautiful woman so horribly?” Ivan looks at David with contempt while he moves my long hair behind my shoulders, strand for strand.
“Look at her,” he demands of him while he very slowly strokes my collarbone. “I mean, do you really think that you deserve a girl like this at all?”
I don’t like where this is heading, and yet Ivan’s touch is so electrifying that I dare not move even an inch. He moves his fingers much too gently, much too softly along my naked cleavage until he reaches the top of my breasts. Then he slides his hand, much to the amazement of my husband, very slowly into my cleavage and begins to massage my breasts.
“Don’t,” I protest with a weak voice and want to turn away, but Ivan’s second hand holds me with an iron grip. His fingers claw through my brown hair and force my head back into my neck. He is so strong that I will be weak any moment now, exactly like when I was weak before.
“You’re not worthy of her,” he spits in David’s surprised face while he first takes my left breast, then the right breast slowly out of my bra. He pushes me a little bit forward again so that my breasts are hanging directly before my husband’s baffled face.
“Take a good look,” Ivan demands, “because this here,” he massages my tits again, “you will never see again.”
My head remains on his shoulder while his second hand pushes in front of me to devotedly discover the curves that he was denied of for many years. He takes his time while stroking my breasts. He presses them, massages them, and plays with them just to torture David a little bit more. And when my husband thinks of looking away, the thick neck comes to warn him to pay attention with a hard slap.
Then I feel how Ivan’s hands slowly slide down from my upper body, from my breasts to my stomach, to my belly button and then even a little further.
“I get it,” David screams. “Come on, stop it!”
But Ivan won’t even consider stopping. His right hand just holds me a little tighter now while his left hand blatantly moves under the slit of my silver dress.
“You don’t get a thing, asshole,” he says relaxed as ever. “You said I could take your wife! You wouldn’t care at all if I would touch her and pounce on her in front of your eyes, even if both of us would screw her! As long as you can save your cowardly ass!”
My body trembles under his harsh words. If he wanted to scare me with his threat as well, then he really managed to do that now.
“But should I tell you something?” he asks David again, while his hand slides even further down until it stops directly between my legs. He can feel that I am not wearing any underwear, but that isn’t the only thing he can feel now.
“I don’t even have to force your wife to do that,” he yells at my husband, “because you know what? Your Mia is already wet and horny because she can finally have sex with a real man instead of a loser like you!”
That got to him. I see David’s face turn red and for a moment I am sure that he will jump up and hit Ivan. His death sentence. But then he reconsiders and simply swallows his anger. His survival instinct is clearly greater than his pride.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” Ivan can’t help but provoke him more. With a devilish grin, he holds his hand under David’s nose, which is wet from top to bottom with my moistness. I see my husband gulp and look away until the thick neck goes at him again. Then he gulps again to make sure he doesn’t say something stupid.
“You’re horny, baby, right?” Ivan asks me this time. “It turns you on to be touched by a real man, right?” His voice is soft, almost a little hoarse.
“Come on, tell me how horny you are for me!” With a quick move, he grabs the side of my dress next to the slit and simply tears it apart.
I jump back with fear, but he doesn’t care. “Say it,” he demands with adamant stubbornness while his fingers – this time visible from all sides – once again go between my legs.
“I am horny,” I whisper so quietly that hardly anybody can hear it. To punish me, he presses his hand somewhat harder against my pussy.
“You can do that better, sweetie; we both know that.”
He rubs my pussy again before he puts two of his powerful, long fingers inside me.
“I am fucking horny,” I wheeze, “and I want to finally be fucked by a real man again!”
My voice is louder and more confident with each word. Once I have finally said it, I look at David. Not because I want to see him suffer, but because I want him to see the truth.
“You can have that, sweetie.”
Ivan comes behind me, and before I can do anything, I hear his pants slide onto the floor. Then he grabs me and presses my upper body so far forward that I have to support myself on the armrest from David’s chair to not lose my balance. We stare at each other for a second, my husband and I. Fearful. Angry. Unable to believe what is happening to us right now. I could almost pity him, how he is sitting in front of me like a picture of misery. It tortures him to see how the big muscle man takes advantage of me. And yet he is the one to blame.
“That’s just what you wanted, right?” Ivan’s comments add oil to the fire. I see David gasp for air while his dark eyes are fixed on me. “Come on, take a good look,” Ivan continues to mock him. “Then you can learn how to really give it to a woman.”
David’s hands are balled into fists, and every muscle is tense. He looks like a cat ready to jump, but his cowardice holds him back again.
I try to forget the anger that I had. Try to push aside all the problems, the disappoi
ntment and the frustration. It doesn’t matter what we had and it doesn’t matter what happens tomorrow. For a brief moment in time, only here and now counts; Ivan’s hand that softly strokes my loins, his hot breath on my back and his hard cock pushing between my legs.
I close my eyes and delve into the memory of this touch and all the nights I could feel it before earlier. They were exciting, adventurous nights with Ivan. Passionate hours where we made love until we passed out. An exciting, wet dream that burst sometime like a bubble when we got caught up with real life.
But now, as I feel him in my crotch, the dream is there again and drags me into a world where the laws of reality no longer exist. I feel a dryness in my throat and my pussy dripping wet with desire. How everything inside me tightens and how I open myself for the man who gave me so much more pleasure in my life than anyone else.
“I want to feel you,” I pant while he holds me closer.
He takes his time, drags on the game in a cruel fashion. And just as I look up again to look at David, he slowly puts his cock inside me. I let out a hot moan, then a throaty sigh. I forgot how unbelievably good it felt. How amazingly he fills me and how he can reach every small angle inside me to give me indescribable pleasure. Ivan isn’t taking me fast and wild like I thought he would. He takes me over inch by inch while he holds me tight with his hands. Thrust for thrust. He gradually increases his speed. Pushes his thick cock somewhat harder and deeper into me, because he knows that he can stimulate me even more then. And yes, I have to do everything to keep my last bit of control. My husband is just an arm’s length away, and from the corner of my eye, I can still see the thick neck, who is watching us with his arms crossed. Both are trying not to show any emotion. And both are rock-hard. Ivan noticed this as well.
“Do you like what you see?” he mobs. “What do you think? Should I give it to your wife a little harder? Push my cock a little deeper into her small pussy?”
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