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Dead for a Debt
“Mr. Kidd will be in room five. He’s requested a bath and he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” The woman behind the desk offers you a sympathetic smile, her eyes devoid of the sparkle you can only assume they once had. “Try to get in and out with as little conversation as possible, if you know what’s good for you. He may seem charming, but he’s a snake.”
You lift your brows and press your lips together, flashing a sarcastic smile before grimacing at the assignment.
“Ah, Mr. Kidd! We’ve been expecting you.” You look up from behind the desk to see a tall, handsome man with a thick broom mustache towering over you.
“Ah, excellent. I was hoping my business partner had informed you of my stay.” His sincere tone was deceptive, given away by the furrow of his brows and the clench of his jaw that hinted at his annoyance.
“Is your driver out front? I’ll have one of my men take your bags up to your room right away, sir.” You watch as your coworker steps away from behind the desk, making her way towards the door and leaving you behind with Martin and the silence that hung in the air. He looks at you expectedly, clearing his throat as if to give you permission to speak.
“Yes, sorry, sir.” You finally manage, reaching for the key to room five on the wall behind you. “Here is your key. I was just about to prepare your bath as requested.”
His hand brushes against yours as he takes the key, his skin warm from gripping the ivory head of his cane. He takes the key and turns on his heel without so much as a thank you when the silence is suddenly interrupted by the sound of a gunshot echoing through the lobby.
In the doorway stood a man with a bandana tied over his face and a large brimmed hat shading his eyes. You froze as he pointed the gun directly at you, your blood running cold in your veins.
“Ah, one of Tiberio’s men, I presume?” Martin’s voice was completely calm, almost nonchalant as if there wasn’t a gun pointed just past his face.
“Si, Señor Kidd.” The smirk in his voice was audible even with face covered. The gun stayed pointed at you as he took a few steps into the lobby. “This isn’t about you though, Señor. Not yet, anyways.”
“Oh, I know it’s not. He has yet to uphold his end of our deal.” His eyes flick upward, motioning towards the woman you assume is his wife staying in room four. A pit forms in your stomach as you start to piece together just the kind of man you’re hosting. “Unless that’s why you’re here?”
“No, I’m collecting on a different debt for Tiberio. The hotel owner’s debt.” He motions towards you with the barrel of his gun.
“I-I’m not the owner.” You stutter, watching out of the corner of your eye as Martin’s hand subtly moves towards his hip.
“No, you’re collateral.” He takes a step closer just as a string of gunshots rings out. Your eyes squeeze shut, bracing yourself for what you assume is your last breath. The sound of his body hitting the floor jolts you back into the present, the smoke clearing to reveal Martin’s gun in his hand.
“Those bastards are really starting to get on my last nerve.” He says matter-of-factly as he holsters his gun back beneath his suit jacket. The old wooden floorboards creak beneath his cane as he spins on his heel back to face you; his calm demeanor was almost unnerving as he smiled at you expectedly, the corners of his mustache turning up.
“I… I’m sorry. That’s never... I don’t know what debt he was…”
“My bath?”
“Right. Your bath..” Your voice trails off as you try to shake the shock from your system. This man was unlike any you had ever met; sure, there were plenty of undesirable guests at the hotel every night, but this man was audacious. His dark eyes follow you as you crouch behind the desk, gathering the supplies for his bath.
“Right this way, Mr. Kidd.” You lead him up the staircase to room number five, fumbling with your set of keys. “Here we are.”
The door opens into a modest room, the wallpaper a bit faded from the sun but cozy nonetheless. A sigh of relief escapes your lips when you find the tub is already filled with hot water.
Martin lets out a huff of disappointment as he looks around the room, clearly unimpressed in comparison to what you assume is a lavish lifestyle he leads back home. As he hangs his hat and overcoat on the coat rack, you carefully arrange the soaps and towels on the table next to the tub.
“There you are, Mr. Kidd. The water is hot and here is your assortment of-” His eyes meet yours as he’s unbuttoning his shirt, his chest hair visible under the handful of open buttons. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’ll leave you to your bath.”
He reaches out to grab you as you walk past him, his large hand and long fingers easily wrapping around your forearm. Once again, you find yourself frozen, unsure how to react.
“This is full service, is it not?” He smirks and you can practically feel the disgust radiate from your body.
“No, sir. I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I’m not -” He squeezes your arm the slightest bit harder, his smirk turning even more devious.
“Well it just so happens that you’re indebted to me now, darling.”
“What?”
“I just saved your life downstairs. Did you forget already? And judging by the look of things, you’re not in any position to repay me monetarily.”
“Excuse me?”
“I just saved your life and I expect to have my heroic bravery repaid. Now, you have two options. You can either take my offer to repay your debt now, or I can hand you and the hotel owner over to Tiberio for a nice cash reward. It’s your call, darling.” He lets go of your arm and hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your face upward to meet his gaze. “You’ll probably be fucked up, down, and sideways by those vaqueros before they kill you. I, however, won’t kill you at least.” he chuckles, letting go of your chin to resume unbuttoning his shirt.
‘ Don’t lead them on, don’t entertain their flirtation, just get their room ready and leave as soon as they’re in the door. We are not prostitutes here, those are up the road.’
“Mr. Kidd.” The words stick in your throat, your mouth suddenly as dry as the desert heat. “We don’t do that here. It’s a strict policy set by the owner and-”
“Oh, the owner who probably wouldn’t have bat an eye at one of Tiberio’s men taking you hostage for collateral against her own debt?” He interrupts, grabbing your chin roughly this time, demanding you look him in the eye.
“You’ve made your point, Mr. Kidd.” Your chest heaves with a sigh of defeat as you realize you can’t negotiate your way out of this, especially knowing this man had also paid off Tiberio to kill his own wife who was only one room over.
“Excellent.” He lets go of your chin to pat your cheek patronizingly. “Now just do as I tell you and you’ll be paid in full in no time.” He shrugs his shirt from his shoulders, handing it to you to fold. As you take care of the garment, you can’t help but watch out of the corner of your eye as he undresses, his tall and lean frame undeniably attractive in spite of his deplorable personality.
He watches your face redden as he lifts his pants from the floor, standing proudly as he hands them to you to fold with his shirt. He makes his way to the tub, relying on his cane to steady himself as he lifts his leg over the side to climb in. Once he’s situated in the tub, he sits down and lets out a dramatic sigh of relief, motioning for you to approach him.
“Put my cane with the rest of my things.” His eyes are closed as he relaxes into the hot water, the tanned skin of his chest disappearing beneath the surface. You silently do as you’re told and lean the cane against the chair before walking back over to the tub, your heartbeat quickening as you wait anxiously for his next request.
“Well don’t just stand there. My hair needs washing.”
“Yes, Mr. Kidd.” Pulling up a stool, you take a seat behind him. “I need to wet the towel.” The words fall flat as he motions with his hand for you to continue, as if your consideration of his privacy was an inconvenience to him. Carefully, you submerge the towel into the bathwater, careful not to accidentally touch him, probably to his dismay.
A low groan escapes his lips as you wring out the towel onto his scalp, wetting down his dark hair that was mostly still clean, minus some of the inescapable desert dust along his temples and the nape of his neck. Repeating this a few more times, his hair is finally soaked enough that you can begin to work the bar of shampoo into a lather, working your fingertips in circles.
Hoping enough of a scalp massage would satisfy him, you take your time and work meticulously, pressing into the soft spots behind his ears, cradling the curvature of his skull, really working into his temples that held stress from all of the scowling faces he made on a daily basis. He relaxes into your touch, moaning softly as you comb your fingers through his hair, slicking it all back in preparation to rinse out the shampoo.
For a man who acted so haughty and arrogant, he was melting in your hands, completely vulnerable and exposed. For a moment, you felt in control.
“Hand me my towel.” His voice broke the silence and your concentration, leaving you feeling helpless again. He makes a show of standing up before you’ve even grabbed the towel, stretching his arms out dramatically, slightly flexing his biceps. Seemed he didn’t need his cane entirely after all.
He takes the towel and wipes off his face and dries his hair first before attending to the rest of his wet skin that glistened slightly in the glow of the oil lamps lighting the room. He truly was an attractive man, at least physically. Unaware of your lingering gaze, you admire his height and the way he was lean but still muscular; For a man who came from money, he was much fitter than you’d expect. His mustache correctly indicated that he had a good amount of hair on his chest and his belly, leading your eyes down below his waist, at which point he caught you staring.
“Like what you see?” He smirks, the corners of his mustache following the quirk of his lip.
“Oh, no. Sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to-”
“You claim you’re not a prostitute and yet you’re staring at me like this? If I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect you were nothing but a common whore.”
His words stung with precision, pricking at your pride and your self worth as you tried to deny the heat starting to pool between your legs.
“Mr. Kidd, I assure you-”
“Grab my cane.”
He wasn’t going to let you win this, not in the slightest. With the help of his cane, he carefully steps out of the tub, wiping down his chest with the towel before tossing it on the floor. He walks stiffly to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it with a predatory look in his eyes.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“What? No, I don’t think-”
“That blush on your face and your lingering eyes would suggest otherwise.”
“Well, I’m certainly embarrassed and flustered by this whole thing.”
“Come here.” He impatiently motions for you to come closer. “I’m going to bend you over my knee and lift up your skirt. And if your little pussy is wet, I’m going to spank you until you admit that you want me to fuck you like the whore you are. Fair?”
His filthy words send a conflicting jolt of arousal straight to your core as you’re overcome with guilt and shame for feeling turned on by the prospect. You squeeze your thighs together, desperately praying that you aren’t as physically aroused as you are mentally right now. Without dignifying him with a response, you reluctantly bend over and lay across his bare lap.
“Good girl.” You can practically hear the condescending smirk in his voice, turning away to avoid looking at him. His fingers trail up the back of your thigh, gathering the hem of your skirts and pushing them up onto your waist. He caresses the curve of your ass, his large hand practically cupping one cheek with ease. You gasp and shudder as he suddenly presses his fingers between your legs without warning, rubbing the fabric of your panties.
“Oh darling, you’re already soaking wet.” He chuckles, an air of dark amusement in his tone. “Seems your body has betrayed you. Unless of course, this is what you want?”
“N-no.” you mutter, unsure whether you were trying to convince him or yourself.
“Well I told you how this was going to go then."
SMACK
You yelp as his hand smacks your ass, the skin immediately starting to sting. He gives you a moment to decide before he spanks you again. You flinch in his lap, bracing yourself for the impact just before he smacks you a third time.
“Still don't want to admit it?" He slides his fingers back down between your thighs, pulling another gasp from your lips as he rubs your clit through the wet fabric. “Your panties are soaked. You actually like this, don't you?" he sneers.
Again you remain indigent, offering an answer of seething silence as he continues to humiliate you. He gives your clit a firm squeeze before landing a few more smacks. The skin is starting to burn now, red handprints starting to form.
After one particularly hard smack, he soothes the reddening skin with a gentle rub. Your whole body tenses in anticipation of the next spanking, exhausting yourself in that position. But another smack doesn’t land this time. Instead, now his fingertips are slowly sliding back between your legs, taking his time to emphasize just how much he wanted to torture you surely.
“Pull your panties down.”
The phrase was a loaded command; the devious bastard was intent on forcing your hand, forcing you to admit that you wanted this even if it wasn’t verbally. Your pride didn’t want to concede but the ache between your legs was only growing more intense, much like the predicament you found yourself in. With a sigh of defeat, you reach back and pull them down, embarrassed to find they were indeed soaked through like had said.
“ Good girl.” Another wave of humiliation hits you as his praise elicits a moan you didn’t mean for him to hear. You squeeze your eyes shut tight and drop your head, bracing yourself as his fingers slide through your folds.
“Mmm so slick and wet for me already, darling? I bet you’re just aching to have my fingers inside you, hmm?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he lazily circles your clit, his other hand resting on your ass where the skin still stung. “It’s a real shame too. You could be seeing stars and cumming on my fingers or my tongue or my cock but you just won’t admit that you want that.”
He withdraws his hand, lifting his fingers to his lips and sucking them into his mouth. He closes his eyes and sighs contentedly, making a show of relishing in how you taste and just what exactly you were going to miss out on.
If Martin Kidd was one thing, he was a bastard. You owed him your life and he expected you to repay that with your body, yet somehow you were bent over in his lap, on the verge of begging him to fuck you.
SMACK
The sudden, unexpected sting of his hand snaps you out of your contemplation and back to the present. The burn was getting to be too much, bordering on more pain than pleasure at this point.
“I guess I’ll just have to keep spanking you then.”
“Wait!” You’re both surprised by your sudden outburst, the silence hanging heavy in the air between you for a moment. You squeeze your eyes shut tight, letting out a sigh of defeat as you prepare to regret your next words. “Please. I can’t take it anymore.”
SMACK SMACK
“Nope. That wasn’t the deal, darling.”
“P-please!”
SMACK
“Please what?”
SMACK SMACK SMACK
“Please fuck me!”
He stops, hand raised mid air as a devious smile starts to pull at the corners of his lips beneath his mustache. You flinch as his hand meets the burning skin but this time he rubs it gently, soothing the red handprints left behind.
“There, now was that so hard?” His other hand moves to your leg, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh before returning to circling your clit. “Answer me.”
“N-no, Mr. Kidd. I-” Before you can argue, he slides his index finger inside and chuckles as you immediately moan without thinking. He strokes his finger a few times before sliding in his middle finger, relishing in the way you clenched around him. As he curls his fingers, massaging that sweet spot that was making your stomach flip, you feel his erection pressing against you, suddenly aware that he was naked from his bath.
“You sluts are all the same.” He chuckles, moving his fingers faster now. You wanted to argue, wanted to be offended by his insulting words, but you were quickly coming undone. “You’re about to cum already, aren’t you?”
All you can manage is a nod that turns into a groan as he withdraws his fingers, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing yet again.
“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” He helps you up from his lap, surprisingly. “And take your dress off.”
Your legs feel wobbly as you finally stand up, exhausted from tensing every muscle while he spanked you. You clumsily unbutton your blouse and drop your skirt to the floor as you take in his naked body once more. But this time, his cock lays heavy in his lap, hard and leaking more than you had anticipated truthfully. And of course he once again catches you staring and humiliates you for wanting him with another devilish smirk.
“On your hands and knees, darling.” He stands up with the help of his cane and watches as you climb onto the bed. “Face me, edge of the bed.”
You do as you’re told, watching his cock bob up and down as he moves to stand at the edge of the bed. He shifts his weight, balancing himself as he lifts his cane, pressing the bottom of it beneath your chin to tilt your head upward. His eyes narrow, accentuating the wrinkles on his face.
“Here’s how the rest of this is going to go, darling. You’re going to suck my cock and if you do a good enough job, then I might just eat you out before I fuck you.” He lifts his brows, flashing a toothy, patronizing smile. “Now stick out your tongue.”
You hold his gaze, trying to regain some sort of composure before he uses you again. “Yes, Mr. Kidd.”
Doing as you’re told, you stick out your tongue, making a show of your submission to him as a last attempt to take control of your actions. If he was going to mock you for wanting this, you might as well enjoy it then, right?
“Good girl.” He lowers the cane back down to the floor, leaning against it and taking your face into his free hand. He caresses your cheek for a moment before giving it a gentle slap to gauge your reaction. Your body betrays you again, a quiet gasp and shudder giving you away.
His eyes darken as his hand leaves your face to instead grab his cock. He strokes himself a few times, watching the saliva start to pool on your tongue that still hung out of your mouth. His hand wraps around the base and he leans forward, slapping the head gently against your tongue a few times before pushing into your mouth.
You try to relax your throat, closing your lips around his shaft while secretly appreciating the way it felt warm and heavy in your mouth. The thought of it being shoved into your pussy only makes you want him more, clenching around nothing as your empty cunt starts to ache. He moves his hand back to your cheek again, holding your head gently as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth slowly. You look up at him, all of your resolve to fight and deny him completely exhausted by this point.
“There you go, that’a girl.” His praise makes you melt against your will, moaning as you take him deeper into your mouth. He rubs his thumb across your cheek as you reach up to grab his cock so you can work your hand around the base in time with your mouth. This pleases him greatly and he rewards you with more praise.
“Good girl, suck my cock. Show me how bad you want it.” he coos, moving to cradle the back of your head, long fingers tangling in your hair. You start to lose yourself in the moment, pulling him out of your mouth with an audible pop so you could slowly drag your tongue along the shaft, flicking your tongue inside the tip and sucking it back in. The swirl of your tongue around the head earns you a moan as you look up at him through your lashes.
He clenches his hand, grabbing a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck to hold your head still while he fucked your mouth roughly for a few thrusts. You can’t help but gag as he uses you without any consideration of whether or not you are enjoying it now. He hisses through his gritted teeth as he thrusts through a few more strokes before pulling out of your mouth completely.
“That’a girl.” he coos, rubbing his thumb over your swollen lips. “See? I can be a reasonable man when it suits me.” He gives your cheek a gentle pat before roughly grabbing your chin, guiding you up onto your knees to face him. He runs his hands up your waist to cup your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze as he leans in to kiss your neck. His lips move softly against your skin, unexpectedly sweet and gentle in contrast to his filthy words.
“Now lay back and show me that pretty pussy, darling.” He gives you a gentle shove, chuckling as your eyes widen in surprise before he climbs onto the bed between your legs. The tickle of his mustache startles you as he slides his tongue through your folds to flick over your clit. He forcefully pushes your legs apart, making more room for himself to bury his tongue inside your cunt. He doesn’t hold back the moans that send vibrations through your body, licking and slurping your juices as he alternates between sucking on your clit and plunging his tongue inside you.
For a man as selfish as him, you were caught off guard by his enthusiasm to eat you out, especially after making you work for it. Unless of course, the bastard was already planning on it but wanted to make you earn it first.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re enjoying yourself after all.”
“You’re despicable.” you pant, once again failing to convince yourself of your own words. The disgust you felt towards him somehow only turned you on even more, desperately wanting to hate him but unable to deny the orgasm that was quickly building.
“Is that so?” He excitedly accepts your challenge, sliding his long fingers back inside your pussy without warning and eliciting another gasp from your lips. He massages that sweet spot with precision, curling his fingers in time with his tongue working at your clit. “Mmm you taste so sweet, so desperate.”
He notices your hands fisting the sheets, your hips lifting up off the mattress as he starts to push you dangerously close to the edge. With his free hand, he grabs your hip and pulls you back down, holding you still as he licks and slurps loudly between your thighs. You can feel that tightening in your belly, your orgasm threatening to explode through you at any moment now as you whine and whimper and moan.
And then he stops. You open your eyes to glare at him, confused why he would suddenly stop when you were so close.
“What’s the matter, darling? Oh, were you about to cum?”
You’re practically seething now, your brows furrowing in frustration as he watches you.
“You really are a bastard.” you hiss.
He was grinning from ear to ear now and you wanted nothing more than to slap that smirk off his face. He knew exactly what he was doing, bringing you so close to the edge, humiliating you, making you beg for more. And he still wasn’t finished.
“Hmm.” He pushes himself back onto his knees, stroking his cock again while he studies you; the sight sends you reeling, much to your dismay. Your tongue unconsciously slides across your lips as you watch it throb in his hand, thick and heavy and growing harder with each stroke. “Remind me again, what was it that you begged me to do?” He quirks his brow, pressing his lips together as he watched you squirm.
“Fuck you.” you whisper under your breath.
“No, I believe your exact words were ‘please fuck me’ actually.” He seemed to thrive off your indignation, reveling in watching your face turn red from embarrassment and frustration. He drops onto one hand, looming over top of you while he continues to stroke himself with the other. He leans downs and slides the head of his cock through your folds, holding your gaze as he slicks himself in your arousal.
“Well?” He repeats the motion, this time bouncing the head against your clit a few times. He looms over you, his cock hanging heavy against your pussy as he slowly moves his hips.
You hesitate a moment too long though and he finally snaps, grabbing your chin and jerking your head slightly to demand your attention.
“I’m not a very patient man, darling.” Holding his gaze, his hand still gripping your chin, you can feel him reach down between you and line himself up one last time.
“Eyes on me.” His face lights up as he watches yours contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he penetrates you slowly. Your eyes roll back and you can’t stop the gasp that escapes your throat as he starts to push into you, the stretch burning deliciously as he watches you with a terrifying hunger that made you want to shrink away.
He jerks your head again, forcing your eyes back open as he bottoms out finally. “I said, eyes on me.” He releases your chin and drops his hand onto the mattress to prop himself up as he pauses for a moment to let you adjust.
“Good girl.” he praises as he starts to pull out slowly, studying the way you fight with yourself, trying to deny the pleasure coursing through your veins as he pushes back in. “Look at you, you’re gushing all over my cock like a slut.” he smirks.
Your mouth falls open as he starts to roll his hips, dragging his cock through you and pushing back in with less resistance now. Keeping your eyes open becomes a challenge as you start to lose yourself in the rhythmic pleasure, grabbing your breasts and rolling your nipple between your fingers.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he smirks as he snaps his hips for emphasis. “Feeling my fat cock stretching out your tight little pussy, hmm?” He shifts his weight to free one hand to roam your body, dragging his fingertips across your belly and down to your clit. His sinister smile darkens as he circles his thumb over your clit in time with his lazy thrusts, relishing in the extra moans and whimpers it earns him.
“Be a good girl and tell me how it feels.” he demands in a deceptively sweet voice.
“It feels good,” you pant, still fighting to squirm away from his piercing gaze. “Mr. Kidd.” You add the honorific title in a last ditch attempt to gain back any small shred of your dignity that was left but it was useless. “Your cock feels so good, so full.” you groan, deciding once and for all to just let go.
“Just wait until I fuck my load deep inside your pussy, you little whore.” He grabs your hips and pulls all the way out, leaving you groaning at the sudden emptiness that only left you wanting more. “On your hands and knees.”
Desperate to find your release that was so close, you flip over and press your hips back, stretching your arms out forward.
“Such a pretty pussy.” His large hands are on your ass once more, this time gently kneading the still tender flesh before sliding down to spread you open. “I can’t wait to see my cum dripping out of it.”
“Please.” you whine, feeling him slide his cock through your slick from behind this time.
“Please what?” he whispers in your ear, pressing his chest against your back.
“Please, fuck me.” Your voice cracks, desperate and needy. But he quickly rewards you by sliding back inside and sending your head spinning with the sensation from the new angle. Your stomach drops again, feeling that tightening in your belly as he grabs your hips and starts to fuck you harder, faster now.
“Such a needy little slut.” he growls, speeding up as the sound of his hips smacking your ass starts to echo through the room, rivaled only by the increasing volume of your moaning. Your eyes roll back as he pounds away at you, something primal and wild consuming you both as a string of incoherent curses spill from his lips.
“Cum on my cock.” he groans, his rhythm starting to falter.
You cry out as that coil finally snaps, your blood rushing in your ears as a wave of euphoria washes over you like waves crashing against the rocks. His fingertips dig into your hips as he holds you in place, finally spilling inside you as he thrusts in and out a few more times.
“Fuck!” he hisses, dropping his head as his cock throbs inside you for a few pulses. He struggles to catch his breath, leaning forward to place a few lazy kisses along your spine before pulling out. He collapses beside you on his back, running his finger and his thumb over his mustache to brush it back in place.
“See? I told you I can be a reasonable man when it suits me.” he chuckles.
“Am I paid in full?” you ask sarcastically, turning to face him.
“Luckily for you, you were smart enough not to end up dead for a debt.” He rubs his thumb over your lips, taking in the sight of your tired, spent body beside him. “Although I’ll still need to collect on the interest.”