s*x Contract

Chapter １７

My entire body leaning towards him like a sinking ship. I'd drown if he kissed me again.

He grabbed my hand. He whispered, "Let's proceed upstairs."

I nodded, gagging. Upstairs. Yes.

He led me inside the gallery and up the stairs. Old floorboards creaked between us.

We entered the top-floor master bedroom. The room was gloomy, and the skylight was like a black hole. If it broke, we'd be pulled into space.

Luke turned on a bedroom light, then guided me to the floor near the bed. The room was clean and white. I saw Luke. His suit-clad physique was tense. I felt bad for him since he couldn't rest.

What made him guarded?

If I could reach over the chasm and touch him where he stood in his own iron hold...

"Ask me a question,"

I hadn't considered asking questions. In the lamplight, I could tell he was determined. His look didn't reveal his determination, but that was something.

I asked about his family.

His eyes clenched almost imperceptibly.

I buttoned my shirt. I released each one as he watched. I halted as I separated my top.

"Are you going to tell me or must I button up?"

My legs shook and my core burned.

I wouldn't be any farther if he told me anything. “Yeah. Anything.”

He scanned my physique. " Continue.”

Each button I popped through each hole disclosed myself to him. Finally, I dropped my blouse on the floor.

Cool air stroked my skin and stiffened my n*****s.

“Ask.”

I struggled. His look was unsettling. How could I focus with him so near, eyeing me like a wolf a lamb?

"How was your family?"I thought about nothing else.

Again, he couldn't relax his gaze. "Drop the bra."

I obeyed by reaching behind me. The straps fell off my arms, and I stood before him waist-up bare. Only trousers, pants, and little heels separated us.

Between us, his hand drifted. It was large and warm, so I sighed.

"Drop your heels."

“Ask.”

"What's your hometown?"

His rough fingers twisted me around. "Remove your jeans."

I was confused. I sensed his immense presence looming behind me, beyond his physical form. I unbuttoned and lowered my jeans. I walked out of the puddles.

"Didn't I say no pants?"

“From behind?” he questioned.

"Remove them."

"What's your hometown?"

I pressed. Even though my mind was spinning, I had to keep my hands at my sides.

He was slow. He said, "Nantes."

“Now. Remove your underwear."

I paused. He required my obedience. He always craved control. Even though he was trading his secrets, he needed the illusion. What would he do if I dressed now?

I pushed down my pants' waistbands with my thumbs.

Before I could straighten, a hand touched my back.

He said, "On your knees."

I lip-licked. I dropped myself to the floor and took the position he asked. Naked, I pointed at him. Outside, traffic was still noisy as I stared at the restroom door.

His warm, thick fingers cupped my breast as he moved behind me. I groaned as he ran his finger up my slit.

“Ask.”

Fuck. How can I forget this?

"Who are your parents?"

I knew I'd hit him when his hand on me stopped.

I wanted to bite my tongue as he withdrew. I heard rustling behind me, but I didn't dare look. I knew I'd pushed him too far.

Something chilly and leathery wrapped around my neck, then squeezed.

He dog-collared me.

He could f**k a dog, too. Goddammit.

Snap! A leather slither touched my back. I felt a dark rush of pleasure as he pulled on the leash.

He said, "I reared me, Joyce." Today's questions are over.

My throat collar felt related to my brain's pleasure center. Knowing I was at his mercy, my p***y heated and quivered. He slipped a finger into me almost carelessly, and I tightened it, needing to be filled.

A sharp buzz roused me from Luke's trance. Luke halted at the sound, then stroked his finger across my upper walls. My toes curled and arms collapsed.

"Just the beginning," he whispered quietly as I panted.

Another buzz.

Luke continued poking me despite my protests. He scissored his fingers, opening me for his invasion. Every nerve in me craved for him.

Luke tensed, then retreated, to my dismay.

"Stay," he ordered. "You'll be punished if you moved while I was gone."

Punished. That sounded good. Nope.

Damn Luke and his miraculous c**k.

I observed from my position on the floor as he moved at a slow pace out of the room. I heard him descend the stairs. Below us, I knew, he had an office. I was guessing he had a camera placed up there to see who was phoning.

What would he do when he came back? Would he f**k me from behind? Would he lead me around like a dog? Would I enjoy it?

Oh, who was I kidding? I knew I would. I could say no any time I wanted to. I simply hadn't reached that place yet. Luke took me places I never knew existed.

My p***y pumped and I had to battle to keep my hands on the wood floor close to my face. I was positive moving to lessen the wonderful ache he had generated .

Then then, I was a little interested about that penalty...

I never had a chance to check it out, since the buzzer of the doorbell rang again, and this time it didn't let up.

Heavy boots stomped up the stairs, and when Luke entered the room his expression was homicidal. Flipping a switch on the wall, blinding light entered the room, and I blinked.

“Get up,” he commanded. “Put some clothes on. We have a guest that we can't turn away.”

Confused, I did as he bade me. The contact of cloth to my flesh made me jumpy, but I tried my best to make myself presentable, though the seam of my jeans against my naked slit—

I tucked my underwear in my pocket. When I was done, Luke removed the collar and brought me back down the stairs to the garden level. The doorbell was still ringing. Whoever was ringing it was not to be dissuaded lightly.

Luke opened the door.