THE MISTRESS CONTRACT

CHAPTER 4: THE LAVISH ARRANGEMENT

He took me like a tornado—rough, unrelenting, unavoidable. Now I'm cuffed to his bed and the worst part? I don't want to leave.

Ivy strained her eyes, peering into the gloom. Everywhere was dark, intensifying the mystery. She turned to her right, and there stood Mr. J in his silhouette.

Her eyes fell on something she couldn't resist. Her mouth suddenly went dry, and her eyes were wide open. Staring at Mr. J's rod. Long, thick, hard, and the darkest she had ever seen.

In the dim glow of his shadow, his rod stood aggressively like an army set in a battle array. Her knees became weak, and all she craved was his touch. Her body betrayed her badly.

"My beautiful bunny, I love how you look in the dark," his compelling voice sprang.

Her heart pounded loudly, Ivy still hadn't found her voice.

"Come to me," Mr. J whispered softly.

Just like a robot, Ivy shakingly walked toward him.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her like she had no weight; so effortlessly.

Ivy trembled as he entered a darker room with a red glow.

Mr. J set her gently on the bed. "Take off your clothes," he commanded.

Ivy, with her trembling fingers, struggled as she took every piece she wore off.

She was about to take off her pants when Mr. J stopped her. "I will take that off myself," he groaned.

Ivy finally found her voice. "Show me what you've got," she whispered, almost sounding like a moan.

He smiled. Flashing a strong white set of teeth as he swung to a drawer; and immediately, something dangled.

He was close to her in a split second, so close that she could perceive his scent.

"He had a bold, masculine scent. So enticing."

Mr. J slowly laid Ivy on his soft, wide bed, holding her wrist.

Ivy heard that dangling sound again, her heart racing fast. He cuffed her to his bedposts and grinned seductively.

Mr. J wiggled to her feet, planting soft and slow kisses as he moved upward to her knee.

Ivy kept vibrating all over, she couldn't control how she felt; this was a new experience for her.

His lips pouted onto her thighs. Slowly he dipped his finger into her wild monster, sliding it up and downward.

She shivered. He slipped his finger into his mouth, tasting her like candy. He c****d a smile.

He dipped his head in between her thighs, stuck out his tongue, and tasted her more. She moaned softly.

"Yummy! You taste so good." He licked his lower lip.

She felt like she was going to explode if he didn't take her now.

His tongue slid slowly and deeply into her wild monster, caressing her.

She screamed in ecstasy, and he ate her like a man licking his favorite flavor of ice cream.

Mr. J observed her. Her eyes were filled with passion, and her body wanted more from the way she kept dripping when he was eating her. He wanted her to beg. He could tell she had reached her peak.

He taunted her more as he leaned in, and swayed his tongue on her belly button. Ivy moaned loudly. She wished she was free to grab him. His soft, warm mouth covered her tit, suckling softly hard on it. He teases her tit with his tongue.

Ivy hushed with passion, she begged, "Please take me, I want to feel you inside me."

Mr. J let out a groan as he held on to her legs, and slowly lifted them up to rest on his shoulders. He swayed his hips, closing in on her; and he slipped his rod slowly into her.

Ivy's breath jerked. He was so hard and filled her insides totally. She couldn't help but cry softly, moaning some sweet nonsense into the atmosphere.

Mr. J smiled and thrust in harder and deeper; Ivy screamed in pleasure and pain.

"What are you doing to me?" Ivy whispered.

A soft smirk curved out of the corner of his lip, and immediately, he began riding her gently.

"I love how you handle me," Ivy whispered in ecstasy.

Mr. J groaned loudly, moaning out her name and thrusting in deeper and harder until they both exploded inside each other.

He fell gently on her and rolled off to bed. He uncuffed her, and they cuddled into each other's arms and hit the sack.

The sun-kissed its way through the room's window. Ivy opened her eyes, scanning the room. She was lying on a massive, cozy bed in a spacious luxury bedroom.

The curtain was white with golden prints. Sparkling hope, and transparent enough to welcome the sunrise.

The room was scented with a warm, creamy aroma that reminded her of sweet caramel and wood. "So tasteful," she whispered.

She flung her mouth wide open and stretched her hands up as she released a yawn. Then, she tried to pull herself up.

"Ouch!"

She writhed in pain, her body throbbed in dull aches from last night's lovemaking.

The memories from last night flooded in. "It was a sweet experience." She smiled warmly.

"She can't deny that she enjoyed every bit of it. Mr. J is so good in bed," she giggled like a teenager.

"She had never felt this alive in a long while," she admitted.

She thought, pondering and smiling shyly. "I might enjoy it all while it lasts, it is only for a year."

Immediately, someone knocked on the door. She sluggishly got out of bed and went to answer it.

"Good morning, ma'am. I'm the butler of the house."

"Good morning," Ivy responded.

"The dining table will be set in 30 minutes. Please take a shower before then. When it is set, a maid will come get you. After that, the driver will take you to your new apartment. In the next 15 minutes, a maid will bring you a new set of clothes."

He bowed and left.

Ivy nodded and closed the door.

She rushed into the bathroom and had a quick bath. A knock came in again.

"That should be the maid," Ivy mumbled as she headed to the door.

"Good morning, ma'am." She stretched forth her hands. "This is for you."

"Thank you." Ivy collected the clothes and smiled as she closed the door.

"It was a finely printed, flowery jumpsuit." Ivy furrowed her brows.

"How did he know her size?" The jumpsuit hugged every part of her curve perfectly.

"Maybe it was just a lucky guess." She shrugged and waved it off.

Ivy opened the room door and met the maid just when she was about to knock on the door.

"The table is set, ma'am. This way, please." The maid took the lead.

The table was set for her alone. Cheese, bread, venison, bottled water, and wine were richly displayed. Ivy grabbed a bite of the bread and chewed quietly. "The food was tasty." She sipped a glass of wine, and gulped down a water bottle.

No one was in sight, she stood and set out for the car.

The driver was patiently waiting for her. He opened the car, and she entered.

The drive to her penthouse didn't take up to 30 minutes.

The driver halted, and Ivy got out.

She gasped as a sheer smile lit her face, touring her way inside.

The penthouse was a dream come true. Set high above the city, its translucent walls blurred the lines between the outside world and the one Mr. J curated for her.

Every detail dripped with luxury and finesse. A wardrobe of silk, lace, and velvet. A box of jewelry that glowed like sin. A master bedroom and a bed cozy and wide enough to get drowned in it.

She was about to sway her head to its left, when she abruptly stood still and flicked her lashes, staring at the wall.

It wasn't the ambiance that stole her breath. Instead, it was an engravement on a part of the wall boldly designed with a mask logo.

'NO FACES - MASKED UP.'

She knew the rules. A silent agreement to submit to sweet sensations without the inclusion of sight. A game of trust, submission, and raw desires.

Ivy shrugged, not sure what was unsettling her the most.

Was it the anonymity of it all, or how much it thrilled her?

Tonight, she stood unclad, but in sheer red lace. A silk blindfold rested in her palm, waiting.

Her five senses alerted; she could hear even the littlest noise, and her heart raced faster.

A deep voice sprang. ''Put it on.''

She obeyed, slipping the fabric over her eyes as she plunged into total darkness.

A shift in the air. The quiet sound of movement and heat.

A touch ghosted over her shoulders, his fingers skimming the delicate curve of her spine. He brushed his lips near her ear, sending shivers down her body.

"Are you scared?"

Ivy's breath hiked, and her pulse was thundering. "No," she responded.

"Great." His tone was satisfying, but there was more. A challenge.

He roamed his arms around her, and together, they went down on their knees. On the bare floor, they made passionate love. But this time, it was quick, rough, and steamy.

They exploded and surrendered to tiredness as they drifted off to sleep.

A loud car honking woke her up, and Mr. J was gone. She rose and was about to climb the staircase when a knock came in.

She looked through her window and saw a black Corvette parked.

It should be Mr. J, she thought to herself as she quickly went to open the door.

She swirled the doorknob, "Did you forget...?" she suddenly hushed the remainder of her statement as a pair of strange hazel green eyes stared right back at her with curiosity.

"Who are you?"