Debt of Desire Chapter 4: Morning Inspection

Cami woke up slowly.

The sheets were tangled around her legs but barely covering anything else. She was still naked. Still on her back with her arms stretched up like she’d fallen asleep holding the headboard. Her body felt heavy. Achy. The throb between her thighs hadn’t gone away all night. It had just settled into a constant, low burn. Every time she shifted, her clit brushed the sheet and sent a sharp spark through her.

She opened her eyes.

Sunlight poured through the windows. The city looked different in the morning—brighter, quieter. Elias was already up. Standing at the foot of the bed. Dressed in dark gray pants and a white shirt. Sleeves rolled again. Hair damp like he’d showered.

He looked at her like he’d been watching for a while.

“Good morning,” he said. Voice low. Calm.

“Morning, Sir.” Her voice came out rough. Sleepy. A little hoarse from all the moaning and begging last night.

He walked closer. Stopped beside the bed.

“Legs apart. Knees up. Show me.”

She didn’t hesitate. Pulled her knees toward her chest. Spread her thighs wide. The cool air hit her wet folds and made her shiver.

He looked down. Long. Slow. Taking in every detail.

“You’re still swollen,” he said. “Still wet. Did you touch yourself in the night?”

“No, Sir.” She shook her head quick. “I didn’t. I promise.”

“Good.” He reached down. Ran one finger along her slit. Light. Collecting the slickness there. Then brought it to his mouth. Tasted her. Eyes never leaving hers.

Her breath hitched.

He smiled. Small. Satisfied.

“Up,” he said. “Stand at the end of the bed. Hands behind your back.”

She scrambled off the mattress. Feet on the soft rug. Stood straight. Hands clasped at the small of her back. Breasts pushed forward. Nipples tight from the morning chill and his stare.

He circled her again. Like last night. But slower now. More deliberate.

Fingers trailed over her shoulder. Down her arm. Over her hip. He stopped behind her. Pressed close. She could feel the hard line of him against her ass through his pants.

“Inspection time,” he murmured in her ear. “Every morning. I check you. Make sure you’re ready for the day. Make sure you’re mine.”

His hands moved to her breasts. Cupped them. Thumbs brushing the nipples. Slow circles. Then pinching. Just enough to sting.

She gasped. Arched into his touch.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

He pinched harder.

“Louder.”

“Thank you, Sir!”

Better.

One hand slid down her stomach. Flat. Warm. Lower. Cupped her mound. Middle finger slipping between her folds. Finding her clit. Pressing. Rubbing slow.

She moaned. Loud. Hips rocking forward without thinking.

“Still,” he said. Sharp.

She froze. Trembling.

He kept rubbing. Slow. Steady. Building the pressure. Her knees started to buckle.

“Don’t come,” he reminded her. “Not yet.”

“Please, Sir…”

“No.”

He pulled his hand away. Wet fingers trailing up her body. Smearing her own slickness over her stomach. Her breasts. Marking her.

“Turn around. Bend over. Hands on the bed.”

She obeyed. Bent at the waist. Ass up. Face down on the sheets. Legs spread.

He stepped behind her. Hands on her hips. Thumbs spreading her open.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he said. Voice rougher now. “So pink. So wet. Dripping down your thighs.”

She whimpered.

His finger circled her entrance. Teased. Then pushed inside. One. Then two. Slow thrusts. Deep.

“You’re tight,” he said. “Gonna feel so good when I finally fuck you.”

She clenched around his fingers. Couldn’t help it.

He chuckled. Low. Dark.

“Eager little thing.”

He added a third finger. Stretched her. Pumped slow. His other hand came around. Found her clit again. Rubbed in time with his thrusts.

Her moans turned into cries. Body shaking. So close. Too close.

“Sir… I’m gonna… please…”

“Hold it.”

She sobbed. Tried. Muscles clenched. Toes curled.

He kept going. Faster now. Harder. Fingers curling inside her. Hitting that spot over and over.

Tears pricked her eyes. Pleasure so sharp it almost hurt.

“Please, Sir… I can’t… I need to come… please let me come…”

He leaned over her. Chest to her back. Mouth at her ear.

“Come.”

The word barely left his lips before she shattered.

Her whole body locked up. Then exploded. Wave after wave crashing through her. She screamed into the sheets. Hips bucking. Pussy clenching around his fingers. Wetness gushing down her thighs.

He didn’t stop. Kept thrusting. Kept rubbing. Drawing it out. Making it last until she was shaking and gasping and begging him to stop because it was too much.

Finally he slowed. Pulled his fingers out.

She collapsed forward. Chest heaving. Legs trembling.

He turned her over gently. Laid her on her back. Brushed hair from her sweaty face.

“Good girl,” he said soft. “You waited so well.”

She looked up at him. Eyes glassy. Body still twitching with aftershocks.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

He kissed her forehead. Soft. Almost tender.

“Shower,” he said. “I’ll join you in a minute. Then breakfast. Then we talk about the rest of the day.”

She nodded. Too spent to speak.

He helped her sit up. Steady hands on her waist.

“And Cami?”

“Yes, Sir?”

“From now on, every morning starts like this. Inspection. Touch. Orgasm if you earn it.”

She shivered. Fresh heat blooming low in her belly already.

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled.

“That’s my girl.”

She stood on shaky legs. Walked toward the bathroom.

His voice followed her.

“And tonight… I might let you taste me.”

Her steps faltered.

She didn’t look back.

But she smiled. Small. Secret.

Eighty-eight days left.

And she couldn’t wait to see what he’d do to her next.