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  CONTENTS

  Publishing Info

  Chapter One - The Offer

  Chapter Two - School Daze

  Chapter Three - Dinner with Master

  Chapter Four - Grand Tour of Shame

  Chapter Five - FREE BONUS: Virgin Sale: Aubrey

  Hello my Lovelies!

  Bound by Debt

  A Rough BDSM Tale of Submission, Humiliation, and Public Shame

  Published by Harley Jane Meadows, 2017

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places,

  or events are entirely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 and over.

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  Harley Jane

  CHAPTER ONE

  The Offer

  The bodyguard escorts me to the elevator. I have no idea what I’m doing here. I know that my father took out a loan— tens of thousands of dollars— to save his failing business.

  It worked. Barely. Dad’s getting by, thank goodness, but he’s in no position to pay back the loan. Hell. He’s barely managed to keep up with the exorbitant interest they’re charging.

  I feel exposed. Naked. I’m wearing this ridiculous cocktail dress, some tight red thing with spaghetti straps. This isn’t me. It’s not. I’d never…

  The elevator doors slide shut. They’re mirrors. Staring back at me is a nervous brunette with pale skin, dark brown eyes, and hair to match.

  The dress is tight. It arrived two hours ago, with a card. ‘Come ready to deal’ was all it said. The dress hugs my body. It’s low cut. I’d never wear anything that shows this much cleavage. I feel so naked… and I don’t care.

  Dad is everything to me. Everything. The thought of him getting hurt, or, or… worse. I’d do anything to dig him out of this hole. Anything.

  The elevator stops. The ‘ding’ is loud enough that I almost jump out of my skin. I step out of the small box, into the biggest hotel room I’ve ever seen. It’s the penthouse: breathtaking view of the city below, cold marble floors, and furniture like something off a movie set. I’m so out of my element.

  Standing at the ceiling-high window is Marco Palmer. He turns around and smiles at me. “You came.”

  I gasp in a little breath. “Marco? What are you doing here?? I thought my father borrowed money from a man named Lynch?”

  Marco steps toward me, full of grace and confidence. His footsteps echo across the room. It’s all I can do stay upright. This is all wrong.

  “That’s right. He did. However, Mister Lynch has been… persuaded to take his leave of the city. I’ve bought them out, completely. Your debt to Mister Lynch is now your debt to me.”

  Without thinking, I back up against the wall. It’s smooth marble, cold to the touch. “It’s, it’s not my debt. It was never my debt. It’s my father’s…”

  Marco nods, and climbs the three steps to the foyer. He stops just a few feet from me. “Yes, but as you’re the one who’ll be paying it, it makes sense to call it what it is.”

  I swallow. Oh, no. No no no, what have I gotten myself into? I feel so small. So very small, here, and exposed. My hand drifts to my breastbone. I press on myself. “What… what do you want?”

  Marco puts his knuckle under my chin, and lifts my gaze to meet his. He stares right through me. “Holly. Come now. You and your father owe me close to fifty thousand dollars.”

  I open my mouth, and shut it again. I have nothing.

  “What if I told you that I was willing to forgive that debt? Entirely?”

  My heart is pounding. Oh god. “Please just tell me what you want, Marco. Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll, I’ll do it. I’ll even pretend to like it, just don’t hurt my father.”

  He strokes my jaw with his smooth, strong hand. “Sssshhh, sshhh. It’s not what you can do that interests me, Holly.”

  I shake my head. I don’t understand.

  “It’s what you have that I want. Yours, and nobody else’s. If it were anybody else but you, Holly, I wouldn’t even be interested.”

  My eyes are blurry. I dab them dry. “Please. Just tell me what you want.”

  “Why, your dignity of course. I want your dignity.”

  ~~~

  Marco Palmer and I went to college together. He was learning how to run businesses, while I was getting my master’s in education. I just wanted to teach. Marco Palmer wanted to own the world.

  From the first time I met him, I knew the type of man he was. He was straight alpha male, through and through. He knew what he wanted, he went after it, and he was ruthless about it, too.

  I knew a few girls at school that slept with him. Never more than once. He was rough, so they said. He was rough, and he lost all interest after the chase was finished. Marco Palmer wanted me. I wasn’t anything special. I was average height. I had hips. I wasn’t a bean pole. I never liked my breasts, I thought they were too big. I thought about reduction surgery from time to time— not that I could ever afford such a thing.

  I didn’t like the attention they got me. I didn’t go to college to meet boys, I went there to learn. I wound up experimenting a few times, with guys I knew. I liked them well enough, but I just didn’t enjoy sex the way they claimed to. I lost my virginity at 22, and after two or three boyfriends, called it quits. It wasn’t for me.

  That wasn’t what Marco Palmer wanted to hear. He’d pursued me aggressively. Flowers, gifts, even dresses. Dresses like the tight red cocktail number I was wearing now. Stuff that wasn’t me. He just didn’t get it.

  Ultimately, and after months and months of trying, he realized I just wasn’t interested, and was never gonna be. He gave up. He moved on. I thought, ‘good riddance’ and hoped I’d never see him again. That was seven years ago.

  Now, I was a struggling history teacher with debt of my own and a frightened father. Marco Palmer was a titan of industry. And he wanted my dignity. Every shred of it.

  ~~~

  Marco pours me a drink. It’s expensive and strong. I’m not a scotch drinker, but this is the best I’ve ever tasted. He sits down on the ottoman across from me, and steeples his fingers. “I’m going to make you a deal, Holly. I’ve prepared a list. A very specific list of things I want you to do. Places I want you to go. Things that will be done to you, at those places.”

  I sip my drink, to steady my nerves. This can’t be real. Please.

  He hands me a sealed envelope. All it has on the front of it is a roman numeral I. I open it, and read the list inside.

  My heart catches in my throat. “You want me to—”

  “Yes. For a start. Do these things tonight, and as a gesture of good will, I’ll cancel any and all interest on your debt to me.”

  Jesus. That right there is significant. I read the list over again, twice. I can do these things. It’s not so bad. Is it? If it helps me out…

  Marco hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “What do you say, Holly?”

  I nod. “All right. All right, I’ll do it.”

  Marco grabs me by the shoulders, and pulls me close. He kisses me on the forehead. “Beautiful! I just love it when two adults can reach an arrangement.” He’s insane…

  “Now. Get on your knees.”

  He stands up, and walks to the far w
all. I do as he asks, and get down on all fours, before the sofa.

  “Crawl over here to me, Holly. Hear on out, you will address me as Master. Is that understood?”

  “Ye… yes, Master.”

  A rush of warmth runs through me. This is crazy. I’ve never been talked to like this, before. I’ve never been asked to talk like this to anyone before. I feel bright red and warm inside. I think it’s the embarrassment, the shame of his demands. What if it’s something else?

  “Now, woman.”

  I do as he asks, and crawl on all fours to him. The cocktail dress is tight. It makes crawling almost impossible. Maybe that’s the point.

  I reach Marco’s feet. I look up at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do. “You don’t look at me until I tell you to look at me. That clear?”

  I turn my face down at once. “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” He lifts my face back up to meet his gaze, then, with surprising gentleness. “Hey. Hey… you’re okay. You’re off to a good start, girl. Keep it up, and you’ll see I treat you right.”

  I nod. He brushes my cheek with the back of his hand. “Now. Unbuckle my belt.”

  I nod, and reach up to his black leather belt. I unbuckle it. Does he want me to unzip his pants for him, too? No. No, he didn’t say to do that yet.

  Marco reaches down, and undoes the button of his trousers. They’re charcoal grey slacks. The fabric is so soft…

  He unzips his fly. “Take my pants off.”

  I reach up and take his waistline, and pull down. The trousers fall down swiftly, leaving him standing there in a pool of fabric and black silk boxers.

  “Very good. Now. Rub my cock. Get your Master hard.”

  I nod. Oh god. My hands are trembling. Quick, say something. “Yes Master.” I reach up, and rub on his groin, right through the silk. I can feel his thickness. He’s getting hard already. It’s been years since I’ve wanted or tried to turn a man on. Everything’s different, this time.

  As his penis grows harder, I feel a tingle down in my belly that I’ve only experienced once or twice before in my life. No. Not my belly. Lower. This tingle, this warmth, is happening right between my hips. Oh god. Is this turning me on? Am I turned on by his cruelty??

  Is that so wrong, if I am?

  I rub him harder, through the silk. I improvise and kissed the growing bulge, right through the shiny black fabric.

  “Mm! I didn’t tell you to do that, woman.” I freeze. His hand rests on top of my hair. “I didn’t say stop, either.”

  I kiss his groin, and breathe warm breath on his growing bulge. “Good. Now take ‘em off. Take out my cock.”

  I nod. “Yes, Master.” I reach up to the waistline of his boxers, and slip my fingertips underneath. I pull down, down. His nest of pubic hair rises up first, before I pull his boxers down, and see his member.

  Marco’s penis is big. Not huge, either. But long and thick, and a rich olive brown. “Stroke it.”

  I do as he asks. I take his shaft in my hand, and stroke him. “Tell me you like it.”

  “I… I like it.”

  “You like what.”

  I swallow. I bite my tongue, and take a breath. “I like stroking your, your cock. Master. I like it when you tell me to stroke your cock.” The words coming out of my own mouth… Good god.

  The tingle between my hips blossoms into a warmth, a wet heat that sings a quiet little song. Oh god, I’m getting wet. I’m getting wet, touching Marco’s body!

  I go on, stroking his cock. It gets a little bigger, and much harder, as I go on. He groans once or twice. This single drop of clear fluid builds up at the very tip of his penis. My mouth hangs open. I’m turning him on. That’s pre-cum. I’m turning him on…

  “Kiss it.”

  I wince. This is all too much, too fast. I recoil. He feels me pull back. He reaches down, and cups my face in his hand. “Woman. I tell you to do something, you do it. Do right by me, and I’ll do right by you. Now that’s a promise.”

  I nod. “I… I understand, Master.”

  “Good. Now kiss my cock.”

  I do as Master says. I kiss his penis. It’s warm, smooth, and tastes like… well, it doesn’t taste like anything. Just more skin. That surprises me, I don’t know why.

  I kiss my way up his shaft, to the tip. I lick my lips. I kiss the tip of his cock, and his pre-cum stays on my lips. It’s salty…

  I lick my lips again. I want more. I’m breathing hard, and his cock is right in my face, going red now…

  “Put it in your mouth, woman. Do it.” I look up at him and nod. I open my mouth, and take his cock inside. I suck on it lightly, and taste more of that salt. I moan, hungry for more. What is happening to me??

  He puts his hand on my head, and holds my head in place, with his shaft on my tongue. I groan. He tastes so good…

  “Mm?”

  “Suck on it.”

  I do as Master says. I suck on his cock, and feel him grow even harder. He takes my head in his hands, and takes complete control.

  I feel dizzy. Never in my life have I given over my power like this to someone, let alone to Marco Palmer. He coaxes my head back and forth, sucking on his cock. I moan. It’s so intense…

  He keeps on fucking my face like that, back and forth. I make sure not to drool too much, not to graze him with my teeth. I’m terrified to scratch him, to make him mad in anyway.

  He pushes me back a ways. He looks down on me, and takes a slow, deep breath. “I’m going to come. You’re going to hold very still, Holly. I’m going to come on your face, and you’re going to say Thank you Master. You understand?”

  I nod, and look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me, whore.”

  He holds my hair in one hand, while he grabs his erection and strokes himself, hard and fast. He bites his lip, and slowly closes his eyes. He grunts a few times. I can’t take my eyes off his cock, aimed at my face.

  “AAAHhH!” He cries out, and his milky white cum splashes onto my cheek. He presses his cock against my skin, and I felt another surge of his pearly cum spill from his cock, across my lip. Something inside me tightens up like crazy. I feel like I’m made of violin strings, pulled taut and ready to sing.

  He groans again, as the last bit of cum spills from his cock, over my chin. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I take him in my mouth, and suck him clean, before he can do or say anything.

  I reach up and take his thighs in my hands, and hold him tight. I need his cum. I want to serve! I have to serve. I’m his whore. I have to make sure Master is clean.

  I finish licking his cock. I wipe my face off with my fingers, and suck his cum off my fingers. I swallow every drop. “Mmmmm. Thank you, Master. Thank you master. Thank you.” I feel such incredible need to hold him. To be held by him.

  He pulls me up by my shoulders, and wraps his arms around me. He squeezes me tight, and kisses my temple. “Sssshhh, shssshhh. I’ve got you. You did very well, whore. Very well.”

  No one has ever talked to me like this. Not in all my 29 years. What is this magnetic pull he has, drawing me close? What’s going on inside me? Why am I so hot, so wet??

  He holds me tight, and whispers in my ear. “You’re fucking wet right now, aren’t you.” It’s not a question. Just a confirmation. I can only nod.

  “You want to come right here, don’t you.” I nod again.

  His hand goes between my legs. I cry out. “Ah aaah aah. No. You agreed to the list. This was on the list.” He strokes at my sex, right through my panties. I’m warm and wet, and I want to swallow his fingers with my sex.

  “You ARE wet, aren’t you. Jesus. Say it. Say you’ve got a dirty little pussy.”

  I bite my lip. I’m completely in his power. “I… I’ve got a dirty little pussy.”

  “Again.”

  Tears spill down my cheeks. “I’ve got a dirty little pussy, Master. I’m all hot and sticky inside for you.”

  “You want me to clean that dirty little pussy? Do you??”

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sp; I’m dizzy with lust. I just want him to touch me and keep touching me.

  “Yes, master. Yes. Please, clean my dirty little pussy. Please. I’m all hot and sticky and you’re the only one who can help.”

  He grabs me by the hips and spins me around. He pushes me, hard, toward the sofa. I catch myself on the end of it. He steps out of his shoes, and walks up behind me, half naked. “Bend over, whore.”

  I cry out as he pushes me over the arm of the sofa. His strong hands pull up on my short cocktail dress. His fingers grab my panties, and tug them down.

  I cry out at the intensity of it. I want this. I want this now. Please don’t stop touching me. Fuck!

  He runs his hand up and down my backside. “You’ve got a real sweet ass, you know that, whore?”

  “Th-thank you, Master.”

  He nudges my knees apart. He puts his hand on the inside of my thigh. Oh god. Oh god. He’s going to touch me—

  He slides his fingers back and forth, up and down the length of my folds. “You’re fucking dripping, whore. This really turns you on…”

  I can’t speak. I don’t want to do anything that might interrupt him. Please keep touching me.

  He slides his fingers up and down my wet, sticky lips. “That what you want? Is it, whore?”

  I look past my shoulder. “Yes, Master. Please. Please.”

  He penetrates me with his fingers. He pushes inside my pussy with his strong fingers, and slides all the way down to my core. I scream.

  I haven’t been touched like this, penetrated like this, in years. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I scream again.

  He slides back and forth inside my pussy, and my body squeezes around him, wanting him inside. “OOooooH. Don’t stop, Master. Please don’t stop.”

  It feels too good. It feels too good. It feels too good. It —

  Master pushes his thumb up against my swelling bud, and presses his fingers deep inside me, and I come. I shudder with every muscle in my body, and come hard. A great, hot wet release spills out of me, up my insides. The most intense orgasm bursts inside me. I lost control.