A Debt Paid (3 page)

He pulled his mouth away and
looked down at her. He then pulled his
hand away from her core; it was glistening
with moisture. He held his fingers out to
show her. “Your body says differently.” His
eyes glowed with a primitive hunger.

He moved to put his hand back
where it had been and leaned down to take
her mouth again.

But, before he could she quickly
screeched out, “I don’t want to lose my
virginity on a desk.” Her voice was filled
with panic at the thought that he wouldn’t
stop, but to her surprise he did.

He pulled back and looked at her
now tear stained face. She was panting—on
the verge of hyperventilating. He didn’t
believe that she could be a virgin, not at her
age. Grabbing her by her waist to hold her
still, with the hand that was already at her
slit he stuck one finger in, and she cried out
again at the intrusion. He had barely
pushed his finger in when he felt it, the
barrier; her hymen. Anya was a virgin.
Holy
fuck!
He was stunned and quickly removed
his fingers.

“How are you still a virgin? You’re
beautiful and twenty-two.” This wasn’t just
a question, he really wanted to know
because it was too astonishing to fathom.

Sniffling and wiping the tears from
her face, she answered him. Her voice
shaky from her crying and her panting. “I
wanted to give it to the man I loved, the
man I would marry.”

Calix nodded; he could understand
Anya’s reasons. It wasn’t common anymore
to be a virgin on your wedding day.
However, if that was what she wanted, then
he would wait; a couple of weeks was
nothing compared to the years he had
already waited for her. He stood back and
just took a minute to look at her, then he
thought back to her terms. She wanted no
sex, and she wanted artificial insemination
that meant she would rather lose her
virginity to a medical procedure.. She
would rather knowingly destroy her
virginity in childbirth than give it to him,
than to be touched by him. The thought
that she found having him touch her so
abhorrent enraged him. Here he had
wanted and waited for years to have her,
and she was willing to live her entire life
never knowing a man’s touch if that touch
belonged to him.

While Calix stood there
momentarily in his own world,
contemplating this discovery, Anya quickly
pulled up and fixed her underwear then
pulled up her pants. She saw his face
change right before her eyes, and Anya
really started to panic. His face went from
astonishment at her virginity, to
contemplation over the situation at hand,
to what she recognized as anger, but she
didn’t know about what.

His voice was hard, and his face
tight as he now glared down at her. “The
terms you brought to me; you wanted no
sex and artificial insemination, so you are
knowingly choosing to destroy your
virginity in the pain of childbirth and never
know a man’s touch if that touch was
mine!” He wasn’t asking; this was a fierce
statement of the facts as he saw them.

She leaned back away from him as
much as she could, given the spot she was
in, and at his searing look of anger, her
fight or flight instincts started to kick in.
They told her this was a seriously pissed off
man standing in front of her, and she
needed to leave and to leave now.

Something had changed in his
demeanor. This wasn’t the normal cool and
calculating Calix before her. As he spoke,
his voice was low and sounded menacing.
“I would have been gentle with you, made
love to you slowly, worshipped your body,
and ensured that you enjoyed every minute
of it. But, you find the thought of me
touching you so disgusting that you would
rather lose your virginity painfully in
childbirth than with me.”

Anya quickly made to run, but he
caught her by her arm and pulled her back.
“So,” he glared down at her, “if it’s pain you
want, then pain you’ll get.” He quickly spun
her around and pushed her face down flat
on his desk. She tried to scramble away,
knocking things over on his desk as she did,
but he grabbed her hands and held them
behind her back with only one of his
massive, strong hands. With his free hand,
he began to yank and pull her pants and
underwear down, none to gently either.
Then he ripped at his zipper to free himself
from his slacks and boxers. Anya, having
her face pressed flat against her paperwork
of terms, started crying all over them,
knowing what was going to happen next.

Calix was so enraged by not just her
refusal of him but to the obvious disgust
she had for him and having her terms so
blatantly thrown in his face; that he was
deaf to her tears. He positioned himself at
her opening, and he rubbed his tip along
her folds. He could see that she was wet
and getting wetter. So, no matter how
much her mind cried no, her body was
crying yes and enjoying this power play.
Dominate women enjoyed being
dominated from time to time. In one quick
thrust, with no thought to gentleness, he
slammed into her.

“ARGH!” Anya cried out in pain as he
thrust hard into her, ripping painfully
through her virginity. Giving her no time to
acclimate to his size or intrusion, he
continued to thrust into her over and over
again. He wasn’t being easy or gentle with
her; he was hungrily thrashing into her,
like some crazed beast unleashed. One
hand securely held both of hers. The other
held her hip as he kept pumping into her.
She heard his groans of pleasure each time
he delved inside her.

After ten minutes or so, the burn
and pain that she felt at the start slowly
started to ebb. Without the pain, she felt a
new sensations. She felt full and stretched
completely. Not being able to see him in
her position, she assumed that he must be a
rather large man to be able to feel him so
deeply inside of her. Her tears dried up
slowly as she began to feel something very
different; a sensation—a pleasurable
sensation—and a tightening that began to
build low in her belly. She didn’t know why,
but he released her arms and bent over her
and started whispering in her ear.

Calix was beyond angry this woman
had rejected and refused him publically;
she was to be his wife, yet she wanted no
physical contact with him. She was so
appalled by him that she would even go so
far to lose her virginity in childbirth. He
would show her fast and hard that he
wasn’t a man you refused. He had planned
to show her all the pleasure she could have
with him, but in denying him her body and
rejecting him, once again, he was now
beyond all rational reason. He was going to
take what she was so boldly refusing to
give him. Calix had tried to control himself,
but he became crazed; she drove him mad.
For a brief minute in his insanity, he
wanted this to last long and hard, so that
she would be sore and think of him every
time she sat or moved. But, she was so
tight; she was like a warm, hard, metal
clamp squeezing around him. He couldn’t
help but to close his eyes, throw back his
head, and growl out the pleasure he was
feeling. He listened as her cries slowed,
then stopped and smiled to himself. Her
body must be over riding her brain. It must
have started to feel pleasurable to her.
Wouldn’t it be the icing on the cake if he
made this holier than thou woman come all
around his cock?

He released her arms and leaned
over her, never stopping his rhythm. He
could hear her panting in a good way. Yes,
she was enjoying this now. So, he decided
he would not only add icing but sprinkles.
He placed his lips right next to her ear to be
sure she heard him.

“I’m going to make you come, Anya.
I’m going to make you enjoy this so much
that despite what your mind says, your
body will crave my touch. I will make you
come so hard that you’re going to hate
yourself for enjoying it.”

He lifted himself off her then and
grabbed her by both hips and really started
to work her. Sweat broke out and glistened
on his brow, and his teeth were clinched
tightly. He was trying to hold on; he wanted
to hear her scream in ecstasy before he
came. He knew she would. She was just
being stubborn. She didn’t want to give him
the pleasure of being right.

After what Calix said, Anya tried her
best not to feel anything, to just go numb.
She was determined she wasn’t going to
give him what he wanted. But that low
pressure began to build a pleasurable
sensation down in her heated core. Though
pressed against the desk, her nipples had
tightened. She gritted her teeth. Her body
was betraying her; she wanted to moan
with the sensations she was feeling. She
squeezed her eyes shut and locked her jaw
in order not give in to him. But, the
sensation grew stronger. Her legs started
to stiffen, and no matter how much her
mind wanted to keep quiet, her body broke
ranks. She screamed out in pleasure as her
first orgasm ever hit her hard
.
“AAAHHHH
ohhhhhhhhh God!” Her nails clawed at his
desk, trying to find purchase. She was
panting, practically hyperventilating. And,
as she rode out the blissful feelings going
through her body, she heard him groan.
“Yessss come for me, love.”

He kept thrusting, but his
movements got jerky, then he slammed
hard one last time as he called out, “Fuck
ahhhhhhhh.” He came; it was by far the
strongest and most pleasurable coupling he
had ever experienced. He filled her womb
with his warm seed, and he stayed locked
inside her until he was certain that every
last drop was inside her.

His breathing was labored as he
looked down at her lying flat on his desk,
trying to slow her breathing also. He
remained inside her somewhat limp now.
When Calix pulled out of her, he felt her
wince and heard her sharp intake of
breath. He went to place himself back in his
pants, but saw that he was smeared with
blood—her virginal blood. He looked at
her, and she had blood smeared on her, as
well. The reality of what he just done hit
him there, and then he was sickened. What
had he just done? Why had he lost control?

“Don’t move,” he instructed as he
went into his office bathroom and cleaned
himself up. He then grabbed a washcloth,
wet it with warm water, and added a little
soap. Calix walked back into his office, and
she was still bent on his desk.
Good, she’s
starting to learn to listen to me.
He came up
behind her and started to clean her. At the
feel of the washcloth on her, she sprang up.

He gently directed her back down
onto his desk. “I’m cleaning you. Now, stay
still. Please.” He added the please as an
afterthought.

“Yes, but I’m the cause of it. I want
to clean it.” Then he did something he
rarely ever did. He cleared his throat
before he spoke and apologized. “I’m
sorry…that shouldn’t have happened that
way. I was rough with you. I lost my temper
thinking of you going to such extremes to
avoid my touch. Despite what you may
think, especially after this episode, I’m not
a barbarian.” When he finished cleaning
her up, he set the washcloth atop his desk
then pulled up her underwear and slacks.
“Stand up,” he commanded.

She followed his command without
question. Anya didn’t know what he would
do next. The tigress she was when she first
walked in was momentarily docile in front
of this man. She started to fidget with her
fingers and would not meet his eyes. He
reached out and cupped her cheek again,
caressing her with his thumb.

“Look at me.” His voice was
remarkably softer as he spoke, and her
eyes slowly rose to meet his. “Whether you
like it or not, you are mine in every way
now. You cannot deny me what’s mine. You
chose to take this option. Now, we can have
a good relationship, or we can have a bad
one. The choice is yours. But, make no
mistake in either one, I will get what’s
mine.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips
and then walked around his desk to sit
down.

The cool calculating Calix was back.
Gone was the crazed beast. Acting like the
whole forced event never happened, he
began discussing the plans he had already
made. “I’ve made an appointment with a
wedding planner for tomorrow at two pm;
don’t be late. I want the wedding to be held
as soon as possible. The wedding planner
informed me that she would need at least
four weeks, so the date is set for next
month on the tenth.”

Anya’s mind was muddled and
confused, not just about what just
happened but also about what he was
saying. Her forehead was scrunched, and
her eyes squinted as she looked at Calix.
“You were so sure I’d agree you already
made plans?” She watched as he gathered
the papers she had brought and ran them
through the shredder. When he was
finished, he looked back to her.

“I knew your father. That man
would sell his own mother if he could make
a decent profit. And, I’ve seen you with
your mother. You’d do anything for her, so,
yes, I knew you would agree. Sit down.” He
pointed to one of the coffee-brown leather
chairs in front of his desk. “Now, you were
right earlier when you said I have a prenup for you to sign. Here’s your copy. You
can have your attorney look it over, but I’ll
give you the Cliff’s notes and highlight key
points for you. Should we divorce, you walk
out of this marriage with exactly what you
walked into it with. You cannot take any
form of birth control until you have
provided me with at least two children,
though I do want more. In the event of
divorce, I will have complete physical
custody of any children that we have. If you
try to circumvent the divorce by simply
separating without filing for divorce, I will
still get complete physical custody of the
children. Now, for any reason—other than
adultery—should I choose to divorce you,
you will receive a handsome alimony
settlement. But, again, I will retain full
physical custody of whatever children
come from our union.”

Anya’s heart sank, and it sunk
further and further as she skimmed over
the pre-nup he had handed her while he
was talking. She shook her head, pushing
the papers back at him. “No, I can’t sign
these. I would never leave my children.”
She glanced up at him and saw a knowing
face. Of course, that was what he was
counting on. Calix knew she’d never leave
her children; therefore, she would never
leave him. Her father was wrong as usual;
she couldn’t just get pregnant and divorce
him.

His face was a totally emotionless
mask; his voice steady and calm. “Then
don’t. We won’t get married, and your
father can find another way to pay off his
debt, which he’ll have to be very quick
about. Also, my seed may already be taking
root in your belly as we speak. I used no
protection, and, if you should fall pregnant,
I will get custody of my child. Where are
you in your cycle?”

Not thinking, she answered
automatically, “I’m in the middle; my
period is due in about two weeks.”

Coming out of her brief stupor, she
placed her hand over her stomach and
looked up to Calix. “What?”

“Fertile,” he said slower. “I may have
just impregnated you. And, if I have and if
you choose not to marry me, I will take full
custody of my child.”

“I’m giving you till four o’clock to
make your decision. You want your
attorney to look over the papers, fine, but
it’s pretty useless, because I’m not going to
change anything. I need to hand these
papers into my attorney before five
o’clock.” As he sat there and watched her,
she was in her own world. It was obvious
she was in shock. She came in here thinking
she was going to take charge, and she was
coming to terms with the fact that she had
no control in anything, nor would she ever.
He saw a tear escape her eye. Calix didn’t
want to be a bastard, but he’d wanted her
for years, and when he’d made his move,
she rejected him like a piece of trash. So,
when he saw an opportunity to have her,
he took it. And, there was no going back for
him, not now.

Blinking rapidly, Anya came back
from her daze. You could hear the defeat in
her voice. “There is no point, is there?” She
looked at him and saw him shaking his
head. More tears escaped her eyes as she
sifted to the last page of the pre-nup and
signed.
There,
she thought,
I’ve signed my
life away.
She was now worse off than her
mother; at least, her mother had loved her
father in the beginning. All she felt for Calix
at the moment was hatred of the acutest
kind. She stood up, closing her eyes as she
winced a little at the slight pain between
her legs when she moved.