In Over Her head

"Open up, Lexie! Time to face the music, sweetie. I can do this all day!"

Sitting on the edge of her bed, the beautiful blue-eyed blonde clutches at her legs a little harder as her shoulders hunch in a bit further. Just how had it gotten this bad? She was… she was supposed to make it big when she got to the big city, not… not end up like this!

Gorgeous as she was, Lexie had grown up as the center of attention in her small town. Everyone had always told her that she had the looks to be a star, whether it was modeling work or acting. She could be a celebrity, if only she put her best foot forward. That's what everyone always told her, even her parents. And so, at the tender age of eighteen, Lexie had left behind her home town and made her way to Los Angeles with her parents' savings supporting her in pursuing her dreams.

Unfortunately, as the young blonde had rapidly found out, LA was expensive. Even this small studio apartment she was currently sitting in the middle of cost way too much a month. But Lexie's first week in LA had been like a whirlwind. She'd had more interviews then she could count, along with some serious job offers. She was definitely model material… and so, at the end of that week, Lexie had taken out a loan to shore up her finances as her parents' money started to run dry.

One loan had turned into several as the weeks went by and Lexie only got a few small jobs here and there. The offers from the first week never fully materialized, and Lexie learned that nothing in LA was ever truly real until after the job was done and you could SEE the money in your bank account. Opening up another couple of credit cards, Lexie had gone deeply into debt in order to maintain the lavish persona she'd developed.

It wasn't even really for her so much as it was for the agencies, to show them that she was 'hip' and knew fashion. Of course, unbeknownst to the young small town girl, her lack of knowledge when it came to fashion left her looking gaudy and rich more often than not, like some rich daddy's girl who was just playing around with modeling and not taking it seriously.

Ultimately, Lexie's best efforts to get deeper into modeling only resulted in her getting LESS job offers, not more. Now… now she was in dire straits, and worse than that, there was this asshole who'd started coming around as well.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"I know you're in there, sweetheart. Your neighbor was kind enough to inform me as they were leaving. I ain't going to just walk away, Lexie. We need to have a chat and I know you'll have to open this door sometime."

He's right. She will have to open the door at some point, be it to go get groceries, or even if she has food delivered. More than that, if she's ever going to find work, she's going to have to leave her apartment eventually. Unfortunately, she can't call the cops on him. He's not a stalker, he's a fucking debt collector. Specifically HER debt collector.

Mark, that was his name, had started out nice enough when he'd first approached her. Lexie had to admit, she hadn't taken him very seriously at first. It was only after she did some checking and found out that you COULD effectively buy up debt from the credit card companies and the banks and consolidate it all that she'd realized he was serious. Mark had taken on all of her debt, which meant all the money she owed was now in one place, with him.

If she called the cops, then he would just explain the situation to them like she had to her. The laws on the subject were very clear, Lexie had looked them up herself, and a debt collector, so long as they didn't get physically violent, was allowed to pursue any means after a certain point to get their money back.

Basically, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place… and Mark was done being kind at this point. Part of her wished that Timothy was here to defend her… but her loving boyfriend was only about half Mark's size. The debt collector was tall, broad-shouldered, and well-muscled. There was no way that she could count on Tim to defend her against him. Not and come out of it without some broken bones and a black eye or two.

With a shuddering breath, Lexie rises from the bed, only to flinch as another round of door pounding starts up from Mark. Before her courage can desert her, she races forward and opens the door, bringing the pounding to a stop.

"P-Please, just go away!"

But of course, Mark doesn't do that. He simply pushes past her and Lexie quickly backs up all the way to the bed, sitting down on it again as he barges in to her small studio apartment and begins looking around.

"You know I didn't want to do this, Lexie. But when you owe as much as you do and make absolutely no attempts to pay up, I have to get aggressive."

"I-I'll have the money soon! I just… I've got a big job coming up t-that I'm sure will pay off big time! You just need to be patient!"

Mark gives her what some might consider a pitying look, though Lexie can tell it's fake, along with his genial attitude now that he's in her apartment.

"I've been patient, Lexie. It's too late for that now."

With that, he makes his way right over to her jewelry box. Lexie whimpers as he begins to ransack it, the blonde beauty watching as he looks over her expensive jewelry, sniffing at it, even licking some of it. Some, he puts in his pocket. Some, his lip curls at and he tosses back into the box. That hurts more to be perfectly honest, because Lexie knows that it means that particular piece is worthless, and she got swindled when she bought it in the first place.

Looking around some more, he hums as he shakes his head.

"So much damn junk, Lexie. Why'd you spend so much of your money on clothes, huh? You know how bad the resale value on all this shit is?"

Lexie bites her lower lip, crossing her arms over her chest a bit defensively, a bit protectively.

"I-I'm a model. I have to keep up with the latest t-trends…"

Snorting derisively, Mark fiddles with one of her dresses for a moment before giving her a distinctly unimpressed look.

"If this is the latest trend, then I'm glad I don't understand fashion."

Lexie flushes at that, because she'd worn that particular dress to an interview and hadn't gotten a call back. She still wasn't sure whether it was her or her clothing that had turned the interviewer off to working with her. She wasn't sure of anything anymore, really, the first week she'd been in LA felt like a fucking fluke at this point, and now the city was just taking it's time chewing her up before swallowing her whole.

"Please… d-don't you have enough now?"

Humming, Mark looks around the place one more time before shrugging. As he slowly starts making his way towards the door however, Lexie's relief is short-lived when he stops at the bowl next to it and fishes out a set of very important keys.

"Huh, these the keys to that fancy hot red Lexus I saw outside? Suppose I'll be taking that too then."

Lexie's eyes bulge out of her skull at that, and she leaps to her feet.

"N-No! You can't just t-take my car! That's not right!"

Leveling an unintimidated look in her direction, Mark snorts derisively.

"Honey, you managed to rack up a debt of over a hundred k in just a few weeks. THAT shit ain't right. This? This is just karmic justice rebalancing the scales of your hubris."

"P-Please Mark! If I don't have a car, how will I even find work in the first place?!"

Truth be told, Lexie really didn't need a car, not in LA. The price for having it along with the gas she constantly needed to fuel it only to spend hours in traffic wasting said gas were part of WHY she was so deeply in debt in the first place. If Lexie was a swimmer trying to tread water and keep her head above the waves threatening to drown her, the car was the cinderblock shackled to her ankle, dragging her down, down, and down some more.

But Lexie couldn't just give it up. It was her first car, and she was so very excited when she got it. It represented freedom, it represented independence. She couldn't go on without it, didn't know how to use the public transport systems in LA, didn't want to walk…

Mark just smirks and shrugs his shoulders.

"Not my problem, sweetheart. I'm just here to reclaim some of what I'm owed. You want the car and jewelry back? Then pay off your debt and I'll return them."

Whimpering, Lexie lurches forward, grabbing Mark by the arm as he once again tries to leave.

"P-Please reconsider… I'll d-do anything!"

In the heat of the moment, Lexie isn't even considering THAT. She's a good, wholesome small town girl. Sure, she's no virgin, she lost her virginity even before leaving town and her and Timothy have an active enough sex life. But she's not even considered selling her body in that fashion yet. Given a bit more time, she might have gotten there on her own without Mark. But now that she's opened the door… the debt collector hums as he turns to face her properly, his eyes raking up and down her figure.

"Anything, you say?"

Lexie jolts as she immediately realizes what he's insinuating. Drawing back from him, hunching in on herself… she doesn't refute it all the same. Seeing this, Mark smiles wickedly and drops her car keys back into the bowl by the door.

"We can come to an arrangement, sweetheart. How about this. I'll let you keep your things. Instead, you'll pay off your debt to me through that sexy fucking body of yours. Let me fuck you however and whenever I want, and we'll say each time… I'll chop five hundred off of your debt."

It's wild how five hundred can seem like so much, and yet so little at the same time. Five hundred dollars, to let him fuck her. Some quick math lets Lexie know that will be over two hundred fucks before she's managed to clear away her debt with Mark… and that's not even counting the interest rate.

And yet, as she stands there indecisively, aware of what a betrayal this would be to her loving boyfriend, aware of what a betrayal it would be to herself… Mark's smile drops away to be replaced by an unimpressed frown. His hand goes back over to the bowl, hovering over her car keys and making it abundantly clear that this is a one-time, as well as limited time offer.

Before he can take her car, Lexie gives her consent.

"Fine! F-Fine, you bastard… I'll do it… I'll… I'll let you fuck me."

Grinning once more, the tall, well-muscled debt collector moves over to where she's standing with her arms crossed over her chest. Humming, he reaches up and casually pries her arms away from her body, Lexie being forced to let him, given what she just agreed to.

"Good choice, darling. VERY good choice."

And then he reaches out, grabs her incredibly expensive blouse, and proceeds to tear it away from her body.

RIIIIIIP!

Lexie lets out a shriek as her pale flesh and similarly expensive lacy lingerie bra are both exposed, her hands coming up to cover herself once again as she jolts back from him.

"F-Fucker! That blouse cost me over three hundred dollars! Just l-let me handle it!"

"No."

His answer, immediate and final, leaves Lexie at a loss as he crowds her personal space, leaving her stuck between him and the bed.

"Hands down, sweetheart. You know what you signed up for. I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I like with you. I OWN you, Lexie. You and everything you own might as well belong to me. You're lucky to be getting off as lightly as you are."

Scowling furiously, the blue-eyed blonde can't really offer a response to that, so she does as she's told, bringing her hands down and averting her gaze. Because she's not looking, she doesn't notice the knife until it's too late, Mark bringing the blade up between her tits and swiping it outward through her bra, cutting and ruining the undergarment right then and there on the spot.

Lexie lets out another shriek, but the knife goes away and Mark grabs her by the hair, forming up her blonde locks into a makeshift ponytail and forcing her down to her knees.

"Kneel for me, baby. That's it, get down there. Good girl."

With no choice in the matter, Lexie gets on her knees, even as her loan shark uses his free hand to free his cock from it's confines. Her blue eyes widen when he finally gets it out, the sheer size alone more than anything she's ever had to handle before. Bigger than the boyfriend she'd had back in high school, and bigger than the boyfriend she had now as well.

As he slams his bulbous cockhead against her pouty, plump lips, Lexie grimaces and tries to turn her head to the side, but to no avail, his dick tip rubbing against her mouth as he chuckles down at her.

"Open up. Don't worry, I'll give you two fifty for every blowjob."

Not even the full five hundred? Still, as much as she hates all of this, there's nothing she can do but obey. The young model opens her mouth, only for him to shove his cock in and force her jaw even wider as he immediately begins dominating her with a rough, thorough face fucking.

"Glluuughk! Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

Lexie tries to squeal, tries to pull away, but Mark's grip on her hair is ironclad and he holds her steady as he fucks into her mouth and down the back of her throat with reckless abandon, groaning loudly all the while.

"Oh yeah, that's right bitch! Take my fucking cock… fuuuck that's a tight throat!"

Tears well up in Lexie's eyes and are soon streaking through her eyeliner and ruining her makeup as she's soundly face-pounded by her loan shark. The debt collector seems to take great pleasure in making use of her throat, and there's nothing she can do about it.

Although, when he does finally let her up for air, she swiftly makes use of the time to protest his treatment of her.

"I c-can't breathe, you big dicked b-bastard. Your cock is too l-large. Hah, please, g-go slow-mmph! Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Mark just laughs at her as he cuts her off in the middle of her protests and goes right back to slamming his entire length right down the back of her throat.

"Go slow? Nah, fuck that shit. I'm forgiving your debt for this, sweetling. Which means I'm paying you for your time. You don't get to make rules here, you filthy whore. I'm in charge."

Lexie lets out a choked sob at that, because he's not wrong. This DOES make her a whore, doesn't it? She wasn't even sure they HAD whores in her small town, though she was very aware that they existed in spades in LA. Still, just because she knew she had no choice didn't make it any easier to accept his cock all the way down the back of her inexperienced throat.

Lexie's first lesson in deep-throating a big fat cock is a violent, brutal one that leaves her teary-eyed, red-faced, and drooling saliva all over her naked tits, which bounce up and down with the sheer force of Mark's jarring thrusts. And yet, despite how much she hates all of this… her body is reacting to it all the same?

When Mark finally decides he's had enough of her mouth and pulls out, yanking her up by the hair and tossing her face first onto the bed, Lexie is left a gasping, panting, pitiful mess. She can barely lift herself up onto her hands and knees, inadvertently putting herself in position for his knife to once again come into play as he cuts her pants right off of her body, ripping them to shreds as she squeaks and tries to pull away to no avail.

Her panties meet a similar face, ripped from her and stuffed into one of Mark's pockets as his big dick, well-lubricated with Lexie's spit and saliva, swings back and forth menacingly right behind her. And yet, when he brings a hand up to feel her cunt betwixt her thighs, they both find something that Lexie had been trying to ignore until now.

"Damn bitch, you're already wet."

Lexie whimpers as she hangs her head. She feels the bed jostle as Mark gets on behind her, but she doesn't do anything, doesn't try to fight back. Not until his cock begins to prod the entrance of her cunt and she realizes why it feels so different compared to Tim's.

"W-Wait. You're not wearing a condom!"

Her yelping exclamation is met with laughter from Mark, the loan shark digging his fingers deep into Lexie's hips as he shakes his head.

"Nah, I ain't… and I'm not going to, either."

And then he thrusts into her, like the point is settled and there's no room for debate. His cock fills her out quite nicely, though Lexie tries to ignore just how good it feels. She hates that her body is betraying her, that some part of her is apparently enjoying this given how wet she is for him. But more than that, she has to convince him to use a condom.

"N-No deal then! Don't… you d-don't get to fuck me without protection! J-Just get off of me and go away!"

Mark does pause at that, though he doesn't pull out of her. Instead, he leans over her after a moment, his voice sending hot air all over her ear and the nape of her neck as he speaks.

"You sure you want that, bitch? You want me to pull out and walk away with your car and jewelry? That what you want?"

Lexie whimpers, clawing at the bed beneath her as she shivers under him. She knows how absolutely screwed she is if he takes her car. She can't survive without it. (She could, actually, but that's not something Lexie is capable of acknowledging.) And so, in the end she just hangs her head in silence. Mark takes that for what it is, tacit permission to keep going.

His cock gouges her out like none before it. He fucks her harder than either of her boyfriends, both past and present, ever had, and more than that, he fucks her DEEPER. Lexie had no idea that a longer cock meant more pleasure, but here she is. No matter what she does, no matter how hard she fights it, he manages to make her cum. Not just once either, but three times, each orgasm drawn out of her after she'd held it back as long as it could, making them incredibly explosive and leaving her letting out strangled squeals and loud shouts as she cums around his cock for him.

Again and again and again, until finally she can feel that her third and last orgasm has done something to him. He starts getting uneven in his thrusts, his breathing growing faster as he speeds up fucking her as well. Her blue eyes widen as she realizes what's about to happen.

"P-Please! Pull out if you're going to cum! You can… y-you can cum on my face and tits if you want! Please don't cum inside!"

Mark just chuckles huskily, grabbing said tits from behind and giving them a harsh squeeze as he leans over her and keeps on thrusting away.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind in the future, babe."

And then he's cumming inside of her, and despite Lexie's horror as he creampies her on the spot, she ends up having a fourth orgasm, easily the best orgasm of her entire young life. Letting out a cry of shame and ecstasy mixed together, Lexie shudders beneath Mark as he fills her and fills her, pumping a hot, thick load of his seed right into her unprotected womb.

And yet, as he pulls out of her cunt and leaves her to collapse forward onto the bed, tossing the jewelry he'd pocketed onto her naked body before going, Lexie knows in her heart of hearts… this is only the beginning.

-x-X-x-

Seeing the door knob suddenly turning as a key is placed in it from the outside, Lexie jolts, shivering in dread and anticipation of what's to come. She hates this, she hates it so much… and yet, here she is all the same, dressed up in the nicest lingerie she has, kneeling on the floor of her studio apartment waiting for… for HIM.

The door opens and Mark steps inside. Nobody else, not even her boyfriend, has a key to her apartment, so really, it can only BE her loan shark. The debt collector slips in and closes and locks her front door behind him, before looking at her with a raunchy grin, his eyes raking up and down her figure, drinking in her form.

In response, Lexie hunches in on herself, her mouth drawn in a tight frown and her mood as low as can be. She's been forced to cancel on her boyfriend to be here waiting for Mark today, and she hates that so very much. They've been having unprotected sex every day since their… 'arrangement' started, with Mark taking further and further control of her life all the way through. These days, he not only had a key to her apartment, but also her phone number, giving him the ability to send her orders through text before his arrival that she HAS to obey.

"You look great, pet. You look so fucking sexy as my obedient little slave."

Lexie jolts at that, her nostrils flaring in indignation even as she flushes under his attention, knowing deep down that she's going to enjoy what comes next, even if it's against her will. The lingerie he has her wearing today is… unquestionably provocative. Not only does it do nothing to cover her tits or cunt, but it also swoops up and around to her neck, circling around her throat like a choker… or like a slave collar.

She shivers as he walks right up to her and leans down to fondle one of her pale breasts. His thumb rubs over the nipple for a moment, before he hums his approval.

"You're such a fucking monster…"

Her weak defiance is met with laughter from her abuser as Mark pulls back, his eyes twinkling. Then, with no warning, he lashes out and grabs her by her hair and yanks her to her feet before throwing her down onto her own bed. He's on top of her a moment later, and Lexie can do nothing but whimper as her legs are forcibly spread wide, as his hands come down on her tits and begin to savagely maul them.

"Now, now, bitch… is that any way to talk to the man who's being so kind with you? I've left you your car, haven't I? I've left you your things. I could have taken it all, and I would have been well within my rights to do so, you stupid cunt. Instead, I'm being so… generous."

She opens her mouth to offer some form of caustic response, but that was exactly what the debt collector was waiting for. His cock is inside of her just as her lips part, his member slamming home into her bared, moist pussy. Instead of telling him off, Lexie is left crying out in pain and pleasure in equal amounts, though every day it feels like the pleasure starts to overcome any pain from his exceedingly rough treatment.

He begins to take her, but it's undeniably brutal and savage, fucking her so hard that she can't even speak. Her lips are open, she knows what sort of things she wants to say to him, but she can't get them out amidst the involuntary moaning, choking on her own spit, and squealing as he pounds into her with all his might.

Soon enough, she's cumming for him in spite of herself. Like usual, she tries her damnedest to hold back the orgasm, she really does. But she fails, as she always fails with him, and his cock brings her off like none before it. Not even Timothy could compare, her poor boyfriend just not capable of fucking her the way Mark fucked her, like he didn't care about her health or her safety, like he didn't care if she was enjoying it or not.

The worst part was, she DID enjoy it. She cums for him time and time again, not even able to get in her usual token protest about wearing a condom or not cumming inside. As a matter of fact, Mark had taken her up on her original offer a couple times over the last several days, cumming all over her face and tits. The first time he'd done so, Lexie had flinched back, and he'd proceeded to fuck her after and creampie her anyways.

The second time he'd done so, Lexie had been better prepared and had tried to take it like a champ, lifting her tits up with her hands, tilting her head back and lolling out her tongue in anticipation. And yet, once he was finished facializing her, he'd fucked and creampied her afterwards anyways, before ordering her to wear his cum on her face and tits for the rest of the day.

There was no fighting it, not with him. He wanted to fuck her and then cum inside of her and there didn't seem to be anything that Lexie could do about it.

This time, when they reach that final mutual climax together, his seed pouring into her womb and her body cumming from the sensation of potentially being bred, Mark takes it a step further. Dropping his mouth down, he covers her own with his lips and kisses her, heatedly making out with her as he creampies her in her own bed.

The moment is one that has Lexie's blue eyes widening. It's the first time Mark has kissed her, the first time the debt collector has taken their arrangement beyond professionally sexual and into romance and actual affection. Of course, even now, his kissing is domineering in it's own way, an extension of his control over her.

Still, she can't help but feel like she should be disgusted that he would take such liberties with her. She might be selling her body to him, but surely only her boyfriend should be allowed to kiss her, right? And yet, despite all that, Lexie finds herself melting into the sudden embrace, despite knowing how utterly dangerous giving in like this is. She kisses him back, hating herself for it every moment that it's happening.

When he finally pulls away, when he draws his cock out of her cunt, Lexie watches as he lifts up his phone and takes a picture of her creampied, slightly gaping slit. It's not the first time he's done so, and this time she doesn't bother raising a protest. After all, it was another hundred bucks off for every picture he took of her too, or so he'd said. All of it would hopefully add up, and one day she'd be free of this man.

His cock enters her a moment later, and Lexie lets out a throaty, husky groan as he begins fucking her once more. She hates it, of course, but it's hard to mind too much. Not only is the sex mind-blowing, but every time he fucks her is another five hundred dollars off her debt. In truth, she NEEDS him to fuck her multiple times a day if she wants to get out from under the interest rate, if she wants to be free of him by the end of this year.

And so, she lies back and just takes it, knowing that it's going to be a long day as she braces herself for more mind-breaking sex at the end of Mark's big fat cock. She can't fight him. She can't escape him. All she CAN do… is endure.

-x-X-x-

Mark Zalinski can't help but grin as he sits back in his chair, lounging at his desk in his office. As a loan shark and debt collector, he's undeniably successful. He plays an undesirable, but unfortunately very necessary part in society. Capitalism couldn't survive without men like him to do what they did, because his existence allowed for the banks and the credit card companies to wash their hands of unenviable clients and leave the dirty work to him.

After all, if the banks and corporations went around acting like he did, the common folk would no doubt rise up and start a revolution over it. By applying a degree of separation, by acting the part of benevolent overlords, the rich greedy fucks at the top of the pyramid kept those slaving away at the bottom from getting upset about it.

HE was that degree of separation. Maybe if he was a better man, he might have felt some sort of guilt about that. But then, if he was a 'better' man morally, he never would have survived in LA in the first place. His latest… toy wasn't the only one who'd moved to LA in order to strike it rich in entertainment. Once upon a time, Mark had had big dreams of being an actor.

Needless to say, they'd crashed and burned. He just wasn't talented enough. But hey, you had to make ends meet one way or another, right? In the end, he'd found this job, and after learning at the feet of one of the best loan sharks in LA for decades, he'd eventually inherited the man's business when he'd gotten old enough to retire.

Now it was up to Mark to make sure the dregs of this city paid up, no matter how much it hurt them. He was singularly effective at squeezing blood from stones, and it showed in how successful he was.

Of course, Lexie was different. He'd always kept it just business, but Lexie… Lexie was undeniably the hottest little piece he'd ever had the pleasure of shaking down. Even then, he wasn't going to be the one to suggest a different sort of arrangement. It had to come from her. When it had, he'd jumped on the opportunity as fast as possible.

Now, months later, Mark was quite pleased with the 'relationship' he'd struck with the gorgeous little doe-eyed blonde. Chuckling, he leans back just a bit more before looking down. Beautiful blue eyes look up at him from under his desk as Lexie goes to town on his dick, sucking his cock quite expertly. Months of oral sex have given her the experience she needs to blow him like a champ, and as she swirls her tongue around his glans before diving back down his length again, Mark lets out an appreciative groan.

Unfortunately, the tight little blonde bitch wasn't doing so well in the modeling department. Work had dried up for her so bad that she'd actually accepted it when he'd offered her a 'job' as his 'secretary'. Of course, in reality he was mostly just using her sexy body all day long and then putting it towards her debt, but he also ordered them takeout every night, and that extra meal alone seemed to be enough for the desperate blonde to stick around.

'Unfortunately', her relationship with that cucked beta male boyfriend of hers hadn't lasted. They'd broken up over a month ago when his monopolization of her time had left Lexie unable to explain to the boy why she was no longer available for him… practically ever.

Amusingly enough, Lexie had thought she could find some comfort from Mark himself, even trying to have a good cry into his chiseled chest after she got broken up with. Mark had let her have a moment… and then rightfully disabused herself of the notion by gathering up her hair and guiding her down to his fat dick. If she had time to cry, she had time to suck him off in his opinion. And the best part was… she'd actually done it!

Pulling his chair back from his desk, Mark reaches down and grabs Lexie by the hair once more. She immediately relaxes into his grip, no longer tensing up as he takes ahold of her and pulls her out from under the desk. Lifting her up onto the edge, he sits her ass down and admires her sexy pencil skirt and half-unbuttoned blouse. She pulls off 'sexy secretary' very well, and it's been many a time that he's called her in just to bend her over his desk and fuck her while he's on a call with some bank or other.

Popping her blouse open and revealing her pale breasts clad in slutty, sexy lingerie, Mark hikes up his secretary's skirt, pulls aside her panties, and thrusts into her. Lexie gasps and then moans, her eyes hooded as her body bounces and jiggles in all the right places with his thrusts. Even now, there's a part of her that hates this, that hates him. But there's also a part of her that's come to love it, all of it, and Mark loves how he's corrupted her.

Of course, it's more than that, isn't it? Fucking her for a few more moments of silence, only broken by his grunts and Lexie's breathless moans, Mark finally decides to stop beating around the bush. Gripping her by the thighs and thrusting into her, he makes sure to make eye contact with Lexie before cocking his head to the side and lifting an eyebrow.

"When do you think you'll work up the courage to finally tell me, bitch?"

Her eyes bulge out of her skull, and he knows she knows what he's talking about. Grinning, Mark yanks down her lacy bra and grabs one of her engorged tits, bringing it to his mouth and suckling from it. It's a testament to just how sensitive her breasts are right now that Lexie orgasms from the sensation, even as a small trickle of breast milk releases from her teat into his sucking mouth. Swirling his tongue around the nipple, Mark pulls back after a moment and gives her a wicked, knowing grin.

Blushing, Lexie lowers her gaze, speaking in a quiet, breathless tone.

"I-I'm pregnant you b-bastard. I've only, ooh, ever had unprotected sex with you t-too, so, nngh, I know it's you that's, hah, knocked me up…"

Mark smiles at that, a vicious victorious smile as he palms one of Lexie's tits, feeling the sheer weight to it. He'd noticed she was pregnant days ago, but it's great forcing her to admit it to him outright.

"That's a good bitch, finally telling me the truth. Well, I suppose this changes things between us, doesn't it?"

Lexie's eyes flash to him, and for a moment he sees hope in her gaze, like she thinks he's going to forgive her debt or something. Mark just laughs in her face and watches that hope die.

"You belong to me now. You and that baby. Which means you won't need that stupidly expensive studio apartment of yours anymore. Nor that Lexus. You'll cancel your lease, you'll sell your car, and you'll give me any of the money left over. Then, you'll come live with me from now on. My baby mama."

Lexie shudders, her lip curling in disgust, but her body reacting in a more honest way as she cums around his cock yet again.

"Y-You can't just… I w-won't…"

"You won't?"

That's all he has to say, his leading tone making Lexie's shoulders slump as she hangs her head in defeat.

"… I w-will…"

"That's a good bitch. Not like you have many other options, now is it?"

And she really doesn't. Mark knows that, and so does Lexie. She's stuck with him, though in a way, he's stuck with her too. That said… Lexie may not have made it in the mainstream modeling business, but she was still a gorgeous little slut. And the internet was a BIG place, especially for hot-to-trot bitches like her. Smirking, Mark begins to fuck his pregnant secretary with a bit more vigor as he imagines how fun it'll be to have a live-in slave doubling as a camgirl and giving him all the money she makes.

Oh yeah, Lexie was definitely his favorite debt he'd ever collected, bar none. And if he had his way, he was never ever letting her go…

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Hey guys! I have a couple of R-18 written, and I want to post them.

But... I need some motivation from you.

How about... I post a chapter every 50 power stones?

Let's start with that :)