s*x Contract

Chapter １２

He penetrated me. His strong chest and abs pulled against my tied arms, twisting them painfully, but that just made the sensation of his erection within me more intense.

His arms encircled me, hands on my shoulders. He massaged my back and kissed it softly.

He whispered, "Joyce." "Come on."

I refused. I don't know why, but I felt that if I jumped from the precipice in front of me, I would change forever. I was threatened by pleasure. I could only plead.

His one hand went down my back, bringing a tremor of longing. As he squeezed on the plug's base, the pressure in my ass increased.

I broke. I wiggled, moaning. My whole body existed to clutch his c**k. I flexed my inside muscles as he shoved the plug on my inner walls. I knew he could sense it. I could feel his c**k and plug grabbing as he thrusted.

"f**k me harder, luke"

His other hand found my c**t.

I shuddered and writhed as he pinched my c**t with his thumb and fingers. I cried. I was dying. His c**k stroked, ravaged, and twisted me.

His fingers on my c**t started to pump, pushing the loose skin around it. Then he withdrew.

Then he advanced. My back arched. He slicked my c**t with my secretions and flicked the nub.

He touched my c**t.

I believed I could taste his thrusts. My c**t was burning and hurting. His c**k shook my p***y. I closed my eyes and the void before me loomed.

He muttered, and his c**k pushed me over.

Every muscle in my body constricted as I screamed. Nowhere to flee or hide, I fell so hard and fiercely it hurt.

Pain, relief.

My p***y clutched his c**k as I bucked frantically under him, forced to experience horrible pleasure.

"Yes," he screamed, and he came, spraying hot, sticky spurts into me as his hips twisted and jerked. He leaned down and covered my body, and we both screamed with delight.

His hands crushed me against him until the c****x passed, leaving us tired and marooned. He slid out of me after a bit, his erection diminishing.

Cum streamed down my leg as he removed my anal plug. He untied my arms with a delicate touch, and I dropped my sleeves.

Cool air struck my skin as I slipped down into the vehicle and sat there. The road vibrations were nearly too much for my delicate body, but if I moved to one side and rested my hip on the floor, I could withstand them without too much risk of coming again, though the corset dug into my waist and made it difficult to breathe.

I was tired. Brain numb.

I pondered how I'd get out of the limo in my condition and without any additional garments. Perhaps someone packed away my folded garments in the changing room.

Though the prospect of coming out of Luke King's vehicle in a tattered wedding dress was stimulating, I'd had enough for one day.

I glanced back, surprised, to find Luke kneeling behind me, removing the corset.

I wanted to weep as oxygen flooded my lungs.

His strong arms lifted me and set me down gently. I could hardly remain awake, much alone persuade him I could get up on my own. My body was uncontrollable. My limbs were noodles and I could only passively witness what was occurring, as if intoxicated. Luke could have a h****n-squirting c**k. Magic c**k.

I was dazed, so I hardly noticed when Luke sat next to me and hugged me. He touched my hair and I shuddered. My flesh was naked, and my p***y bled all over the seat and my tattered clothes. I became chilly and cuddled him. His deliberate strokes halted, then resumed. He stroked my arms with his other hand and reseated me. I resisted his retreat feebly.

"Don't worry," he added in a shaky voice. It was uncomfortable. He must have noticed how I felt since he didn't say anything more, just unlocked the door I heard him open as we f****d. The sound made me feel uncomfortable, and I breathed hard, unsure what to do. I focused on him while swallowing.

Behind the limo's front seat was a concealed panel where he kept his toys. He brought out a blanket and candy bar. I didn't want to know what horrifying orifices he was considering.

He just cared about putting it in my mouth. After tucking me in the blanket, he opened the candy bar and cut off a chunk. Using shaking fingers, he put the piece on my tongue like a guilty sacrament. Then he closed my mouth and sat alongside me, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed my head.

Luke fed me chocolate and kissed my head as I floated in a bizarre, indefinable condition.

When the vehicle slowed and stopped, I opened my eyes.

"Uh...that was intense."

I felt like I was falling when he smiled at me, as if I were seeing a different Luke King than the one I knew. It was shocking, albeit I didn't know him. I glanced aside, so it was brief.

Luke half-carried me through the luxurious penthouse apartment as I staggered to bed. Every surface was gold and cream, and floor-to-ceiling windows gazed out over the golden strip.

Then we were in the bedroom and Luke was undressing me with warm, compassionate hands, and I could only let him. When I was finally naked, he placed me down in bed and urged me to drink some water before I sank into the cloud-soft pillow.

Luke tucked a nice blanket beneath the covers with me and smoothed my hair. I fell asleep.

Midnight I awoke. My body felt energized, but my intellect was lagging. I had to push myself to check my whereabouts.

I thought England. Luke King's bedroom.

I licked my lips and sat up, releasing the comforter. A figure moved next me, and I jumped.

In the gloom, I could hardly see Luke. He was bare-chested and fast sleeping, and while I wanted to admire his body, I just needed to pee.