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Paying his debts (Sweetnothings & Russian Vodka)

Eliza didn't expect the pain to hurt this much. She gripped him tightly and buried her head into his shoulder. She panted and tried to ignore the pain that was shooting through her body. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. She laid her head back on the bed while she opened her eyes. She kissed him softly, and she felt her body relax under his touches. She breathed slowly and nodded towards him. She rolled her hips signalling she felt better and he could continue. She wanted to like it.
 
Kissing her back when she kissed him, Dean gave her the time she needed to get over the pain. Then he felt her rolling her hips again, feeling the signal as he nodded, beginning to push back into Eliza's body, letting his length sink deeper into her, his hand smoving to her upper body, gently pulling her in against him as he begun making small thrusts along with the pushes, trying to get her some pleasure from it, and not just the pain.
 
Eliza was happy he considered her pain. Did he really care for her already? How long did he know her? She blushed softly and looked at him. She felt him start to push into her again. She then realized how big he was when his entire length was in her. She moaned and moved her hands to his chest. She loved how fit he was. She kissed down his jawline before kissing his neck. She moaned softly against his neck. She ran her tongue over the spots she kissed. The pain was being quickly replaced by the pleasure.
 
Feeling his entire length soon inside her, Dean groaned, loving how she felt around him, and then he felt her kissing his jawline and neck, hearing her moan. She didn't seem to object being his victim, it was like it didn't matter, all because he'd sweet talked her and seduced her perfectly. He'd used her young, naïve mind against herself. He soon begun moving, pulling back to thrust into her, knowing she would be experiencing her first real man now, and he wanted to make sure it would be a time she'd never forget.
 
Eliza arched her body slightly, feeling his whole length in her. He felt even bigger inside of her. Even if she was kidnapped, she was beginning to feel like she was at ease. His words were like chocolate to her. It seemed like he cared for her. She didn't want to second guess what he felt about her. Was she just a pawn so he could get money, or did he truly care for her, money or not? She moaned as he began to thrust into her body. He was so experienced instead of her. She wanted him to teach her how to please him as she wanted to return the favor of him bringing this amount of pleasure to her.
 
Groaning, Dean felt her womanhood clenched around his length, feeling her body arching up against his as he pushed down to kiss her, his hips slowly starting to move on their own, pulling a bit back, then thrusting in, slowly adding more and more length to the thrusts into her, each one being longer and deeper, though he was gentle and passionate, he wasn't going to hurt her during this.
 
Eliza felt her inner walls clenching around his shaft. She couldn't think of another time she felt this much pleasure. She wrapped her arms around his neck as if to pull him closer. She moaned against his lips, running her tongue on his bottom lip. She rolled her hips up slightly, craving more of his thrusts. He felt so good inside of her. How his thrusts were long and deep yet he was gentle about it as if this was actually sex. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, moaning a little louder.
 
Feeling her arms wrapping up around his neck, Dean moved down against her, also feeling her clenching around him as he took her, feeling her body responding to each of his thrusts as he let her be in heaven. He slowly begun to increase the pace, going faster, though not too much harder, wanting to bring her to the sweet heights of an orgasm, to make sure she would feel the ultimate pleasure that he could bring to her and her body.
 
Eliza felt like she was in heaven. She never knew one could feel this amount of pleasure. She felt her inner walls clenching around his large shaft as if to grip him. She moaned and arched her body, pressing it against his. She responded pleasantly to his newly increased pace. She rolled her hips up against his every time he thrust into her. She felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen. All she needed was him to push her over the edge, and she'd be in heaven.
 
Dean felt her responding perfectly to the pace, even the increasing part of it. He groaned in response, feeling her tightening around his shaft, feeling her trying to keep him fully inside her. But he wasn't quite there yet, he needed some more, and he knew he got it as he gently let his hands run down to her hips, holding her firmly but gently, he begun to increase in roughness, making soft sounds echo of their skin slapping against each other when he pushed fly into the room and around, making him moan as he pushed down against her. "Cum for me, Eliza, let me feel you clench me tightly." He whispered with a moan.
 
Eliza moaned louder, gripping him tightly. How would her brother respond to this? He'd see her having sex with the very same man who kidnapped her for the money. Just the thought of betraying brother made her groan. She felt so close to the edge. She just needed something to get her over. She gasped slightly as he increased the roughness of his thrusts. God. He was making it feel so good. She was glad her first time was with someone experienced as he was. He knew how to please her. She moaned when he whispered to her. She cried out, arching her body against his as she came around his cock, her eyes clouding over in lust. It felt like she was above the cloud.
 
Feeling her orgasm suddenly, Dean groaned, thrusting hard into her, letting her feel every inch of his cock. He could feel her body almost trying to pump him for his cum, it was perfect, he wasn't going to let her down as he kissed her neck, moaning into it, he came, pumping string after string of thick cum right into the depths of her body, his own trembling on top of her as he felt his breathing turn to a heavy panting, he would be exhausted, but he knew it would be worth it. It would be worth turning his target's sister into the perfect submissive girl for him to use.
 
Eliza moaned as he continued thrusting into her while she came. She came down from it, her body glistening with her sweat. She wondered what it'd feel like to have him cum inside of her. She felt his lips against her neck as he came. She gripped him and moaned loudly, feeling the warm liquid coating her pussy walls. She laid back against the bed, panting and exhausted. She smiled weakly and kissed him softly. "Wow. That was....amazing, Dean." She whispered against his lips. She closed her eyes, enjoying the closeness.
 
Dean groaned, hearing her words as he kissed her back. "Well, at this rate, it looks like you might be allowed outside this room soon." He told her, pushing into another kiss, his hands sliding up, cupping her breasts gently, teasing her. "I'm going to get you pregnant, to make you have my children." He told her. "You'll be my wife, and Vincent will regret never paying me what he owes." He told her, letting her know just what was going to happen, even if she wasn't old enough yet for it to be legal.
 
Eliza rubbed his cheek softly. She smiled softly and mentally congratulated herself. She had got herself a better room. She kissed him back softly as she ran her hands through his hair. She scratched his scalp while she listened to him. All of that sounded promising. He was a handsome man. To be honest, she didn't mind getting pregnant by him or marrying him. She smiled. "You want me to be your wife or is it just to make Vincent feel horrible?" She asked softly. She frowned softly before looking up at him. She didn't want to do anything just to make her brother feel bad. She wanted some connection between her and Dean.
 
"Both." Dean replied, with a smirk. "I want you to be my wife because you're perfect for it, and I know that it will make Vincent realise how much it cost to not pay his debt." He explained to her, grinning as he got up, pulling off her. "But before I can let you out of here, you must make sure to promise me, from the bottom of your heart, that you will never leave this house unless I am with you or I have given my word that it's okay." He said, looking down at her beautiful, nude body. "But don't worry, once I know and trust you, I will also give you gifts and take you places." He told her calmly.
 
Eliza blush slightly. At least she knew he cared for her. She unwrapped her legs from his waist as she listened to him. "Thank you. I want to be your wife anyway." She said softly. It was true. She wanted to grow up, and becoming his wife and having his children seemed the perfect way. She looked at him and nodded. "I promise, Dean. I won't leave the house. I don't even know where we are." She whispered. She kissed his cheek before rubbing the spot she kiss with her thumb. She smiled and sat up. She didn't think about returning to school after the break. "What about school? Do you need me to drop out? School is over, but next year is my last year." She questioned.
 
Listening to her, Dean nodded. "You will be on a week's probation. I will let you out for six hours a day to do as you please. I expect you to do womanly stuff, cleaning, cooking, taking care of the laundry, that sort." He told her, then he turned towards the issue with school. "You won't be going back, you'll be dropping out and you'll be living here full time, starting now. You won't go back for clothes, I will buy what I deem worthy for you to wear." He told her, getting up afterwards and putting his clothes on. "I expect you to follow my commands to the word." He added before he left, though the door remained open for her.
 
Eliza listened carefully to what he had to say. She didn't want to mess anything up. He was already treating her nicely. Ruining it would be a shame. She basically had to do chores that are expected of women. She nodded. When he told her about school, she felt kind of bad, but this was to be a new life for her. She frowned slightly and nodded. No school. No shopping. She ran a hand through her hair as she put on her clothes. She followed him out the door hesitantly. "Do you need me to do anything now?" She asked. She rubbed her arm nervously. This was to be her new life. Take care of things women are supposed to do. She looked around his house, becoming familiar with it.
 
Dean heard her following, looking back, he smirked. "Handle the laundry and begin cleaning for now, it's still a few hours for dinner." He told her, moving to the livingroom, he turned on the television. "And when it comes to dinner, you will cook something delicious for me, but you won't eat until I'm done." He told her, turning to the news to see if Vincent had reported his sister missing.
 
Eliza blushed slightly when he looked back at her. She listened to him as he told her what needed to be done. Laundry and clean. She could tell he still needed to say something, so she followed him into the living room. She tried to think of something she could make for dinner. Pasta with shrimp and vodka sauce. "All right, but for dinner and what I'm planning to do, I need certain things." She said before looking at the TV, wondering if Vincent had even considered her missing yet and was smart enough to report it.
 
Vincent hadn't done anything yet, either that or the authorities were holding him up because of their rules, but Dean looked to Eliza. "Well, have you looked in the fridge or the freezer in the basement yet? There's what's in the house for now. It's well stocked so you'll have plenty of variety." He explained, remaining on the couch as he flipped over to one of the shows on another channel, turning his atteniton from her.
 
Eliza wasn't the least bit surprised when there was nothing on the news about her. She frowned softly then looked towards Dean. "Oh. I'll do that now." She said. She walked to the fridge and opened the doors. He had green bell peppers, so that's a plus. She mentally noted it when she noticed the pantry. She looked in and saw the pasta she'd need. For now, she had those two, and she'd look for the rest when she was done with her chores. She walked through the house, checking the rooms if they had any laundry inside.
 
Dean remained in the livingroom, sitting in his chair as he flipped through the channels, leaving Eliza to her own, letting her check out everything. Though she'd find he was rather neat, a box for laundry sitting in the master bedroom, filled with dirty clothes, and in one of the rooms there was a cleaning room of sorts, containing a vaccum cleaner, racks, buckets, cleaning agents and whatever she'd need to clean the house.
 
After hours of moving through the house, cleaning, doing laundry, and other sorts, Eliza took a seat on the couch. She needed a rest before starting to cook dinner. She sighed softly as she pushed her hair behind her ear. She laid back into the cushions and looked at Dean. "I can cook dinner in about an hour. It doesn't take long to make." She informed him in case he questioned why she was resting. She was glad she could finally sit down. She didn't know doing all of that could take so long.
 
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