s*x Contract

Chapter １４

In England it was still warm, and I was covered in a wonderful coating of slimy residue from sweating before—and during and after—the wedding. Turning the whole force of my focus , I massaged furiously and tried to ignore Luke.

Which proved to be hard to accomplish as he reached out and wrenched the soap from my fingers.

“Ass!” I told him. I swung around and faced him full in the eye. “I was using that!”

He smiled at me, that thin grin again, but this time I felt I caught a trace of mocking behind it. “Why do it yourself when it's so much pleasure for someone else to do it for you?” he said, and proceeded to soap me up.

I didn't stop him. I enjoyed his hands too much, and anyway, I was sleepy, and his hands were pleasant.

Gently he lathered his hands and proceeded to run them over my body. Even if I hadn't been crazy hooked to the way he penetrated me, I would have liked the soft massage he delivered. His fingers appeared to know precisely where to go and what to do when they got there.

Slowly, carefully, he rubbed soapy circles over my skin, sinking his fingers into the fleshy regions of my muscles that he passed over, letting them grind together, then relax under his touch. First he moved down my arms, then up my stomach. Unwanted warmth grew in my core, but I studiously ignored it, forcing myself to breathe deeply and slowly as he made his way up, skirting my breasts. His fingers clasped my shoulders, and he studied me closely.

“I could eat you up,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I knew he could. He will consume me alive if I let him. And the terrifying thing was that a part of me did want him to devour me. I simply wanted to collapse into him and let him carry me, let him screw me into incoherence, and then I wouldn't have to think any more. I could simply be.

But what would I be afterward? And what would he transform me become, when I could no longer resist?

“It feels like you could simply marry whomever you wanted.”

"Sure," he said. He was delighted by the water on my breasts. I fought not to melt as his warm fingertips slid from my shoulders to my back. "This was cleaner."

“Cleaner?”

He moved closer, his body heat rising. He remarked, "Marriage is a contract." "I wanted a woman who i could f**k whenever I need. Love isn't necessary. It seemed unjust to ask someone who wanted to fall in love.

That stopped me and made me worried. I want love. Not his c**k.

"What?" Asking "Why a companion? Couldn't you find someone who liked this without all the fanfare?"

He glared. "It's none of your business," he said, and his hands grew rougher. He squeezed my hip until I winced. Then he lightly smacked me, sending the impact up my torso to my breasts. Under his scorching gaze, they wiggled.

I said, "Let's negotiate." "I help you, you talk to me."

He trembled. "I can already sexually manipulate you."

"Perhaps I can convince you."

Wet dark hair fell against his forehead as he tilted his head. " If you don't reduce me to sloppy orgasms, I can ask you anything and you must answer. Truthfully.”

Luke laughed, then grabbed me and kissed me.

My need was an inferno I couldn't tame. It swept away my resolve like wildfire. Our thighs, chests, arms, legs, c**k, and mound were squashed together in the hot, soapy steam. His kiss raised me up as he bit my lips, but I resisted. My p***y and ass were sore and I was fatigued.

He glanced at me down. "Trying to bargain?" he questioned.

I detected a knife on edge underneath his words and quickly reassured him. "Nope," I responded as he rubbed my sides. I was on tiptoes, holding his neck.

His hands grabbed my behind, and I gasped and fell. His thickening erection rubbed my stomach.

"I still want your ass," he said.

Sighing, I rested my head on his shoulder. “Sleep.”

"Sleep?" he said like it was a strange word. "

“Yeah. I want to go out, dry off, and have a sleep."

He remained silent. "Would you let me f**k you while you sleep?"

I pulled back, ready to scold him, but he chuckled. "Never."

I nibbled my lip and turned aside, letting the water wash away the soap. "Julie...?"

Luke made a face. "Julie?" "What's that name?"

I replied, "My first dog's name."

"It'll stop me," he said. "Good. Julie!"

"Good," I murmured, rinsed off the last bit of soap, and left.

He said, "Where are you going?"

"Bed!" Grab a towel and go, I instructed him.

He joined me in bed when I was half-dreaming. He grabbed me. I closed my eyes and rested my face on his bare shoulder, enjoying our warmth. His hard thighs against mine wouldn't attract me.

He responded, "I must return to France tomorrow. I canceled meetings to come here."

"I planned to tell you before the wedding, but..."

He faltered. I suspected he was embarrassed by his hurried decision to marry me without warning. I knew I could utilize his urge to control everything around him to find answers.

Luke swallowed. "Tomorrow afternoon is jam-packed. While we settle in, I've arranged for an assistant to help you organize and plan."

I saw opportunity. "Yes, I do," I answered.

"This weekend, we'll have our honeymoon..."

That got my attention. “Honeymoon?” I asked in suprise “Where?”

He stroked my hair and gave me a kiss. He said, "Anywhere." He sounded distant. "Let's still buy for your wedding boudoir."

“Boudoir?”

“Yes. You'll need unique toys.."

Me-only fetish and s*x toy buying. Lovely.

"I loved your buttplug, I remarked. ”

"It's good?" Luke murmured, sounding distant to my muddled mind. It's ours. Consider it a wedding gift.”

Who gifts their wife a buttplug for their wedding?

I needed to sleep, so I slept asleep on Luke's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Baby-like sleep.