Contracted For Pleasure

Chapter 6

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We got there fast.

The neon sign made me nod affirmatively. Who would doubt it! A big name, a global brand. And you really are a rich Pinocchio, Eren !

My partner left the car in the parking lot, led me through the almost deserted lobby to the elevators, and a couple of minutes later we were already entering the spacious suite. Yes, it looked like Eren had made a big deal of staying in my room last night. I'd been sure I had a nice place to stay, and I was proud to bring him to my room, but it turned out to be....

That's fine. Let her be thankful she didn't stay in a one-man penalty box.

Scoffing at her rapidly falling self-esteem, she turned up her nose and walked across the soft carpet to the huge window. What a view! The lights of the night city reflected in the dark abyss of the sea, the bright signs of the neighboring hotels, the black sky merging with the same black water - at the sight of this picture, I realized that the romantic in me was dying. It even made me want to think of a poem. Something epic-romantic.

My pragmatic brain had long ago gotten rid of unnecessary poetic baggage, and except for the banal "A lonely white sail", nothing came to mind.

- An orange juice. A bottle of chianti and a cheese plate. And a dessert. Yes, that's fine. Bring it all.

Eren's voice on the internal phone snapped me out of my rapt contemplation.

It seemed that the macho man had decided to fulfill his promise and get me drunk on the orange juice. Or maybe he has a fetish for watching a girl drink an orange drink. He admitted that he likes oranges.

- Aria, will you complete the order? - The partner moved the receiver away from his ear and turned to me.

I shook my head negatively. My good appetite had evaporated with the steak I'd eaten, and now all I wanted to do was get to bed and....

- That's all," Eren said briefly. - I'm waiting.

He put the phone down, but he wasn't in a hurry to turn toward me.

I watched my partner for a moment, put my purse on the table, walked to the chair and sank into its enveloping, relaxing gut with relief.

- Tired? - Eren asked briefly.

- There's a little bit.

The man gave me a thoughtful look.

- Do you think a warm bath would help relieve fatigue?

The seemingly innocent question was asked in such a provocative tone that I suddenly blushed. Oh, man. When will I ever get rid of this stupid habit? Like a little girl, really!

A knock on the door announced the arrival of the servants and interrupted my lamentations about my own inferiority.

The businesslike waiter rolled the cart in, said hello, and began to deftly set the table - he removed the shiny metal lids from the plates, masterfully opened the wine, laid out the snow-white napkins, and - ta-da! - placed a tall glass jug with bright orange juice. I stared. Just like in the movies. The beautiful life of rich people. Remember, Aria, you'll have something to tell your grandchildren about in your old age - a luxurious man, a luxurious room, luxury service. Two hundred and fifty-sixth episode of a heartwarming melodrama. Although, will those grandchildren be?

The boy finished serving, Eren slipped him a tip, and the waiter instantly vanished from the room. That's what good staff means!

- Aria, come to the table," the partner called out.

- Can I use your bathroom? - Crawling out of the cozy embrace of the chair, I asked.

- Of course," the man nodded briefly.

I washed my hands, taking a quick look around at the "washroom", and headed over to my partner.

Eren, standing by the table, stared pensively at one point, but at my approach he instantly shook himself and met me with an attentive gaze.

- Hungry?

- No, not really. But I'll have a juice," I grinned, reaching for the pitcher.

Eren watched me pour the orange juice into a tall glass, bring it to my lips, and take a sip.

The fact that the man didn't even try to court me wasn't a revelation to me. I had already realized that Eren didn't burden himself with excessive gallantry. It didn't bother me, though. I was interested in Eren only sexually. I didn't need anything more from him.

My partner waited until I'd finished my juice, and then he came close to me and put his arm around my waist. A second later, I was sitting on his lap, and he was sitting comfortably in the chair by the table.

- Will you try some? - Holding out his wine glass, Eren asked.

- I don't really like red.

- Aria-Aria," the man shook his head reproachfully. - You just haven't had a good red. Here we go.

He brought the flute to my lips.

- Chianti, Aria.

I took a sip. Yeah. I'm not much of a connoisseur. Well, it's wine. It's moderately sour and tart. I don't know what's good about it.

Eren could see it in my eyes.

- Okay. I'll find something you'll like, Aria," he promised, and I knew he'd keep his promise.

And then we didn't have time to talk. Lips, keeping the flavor of wine, covered mine and....

I never thought having s*x in a chair could be comfortable. But it turned out to be very comfortable! And the fact that Eren gave me the initiative... He sat me on top of him, with my back to him, and gave me complete carte blanche. I'd always been afraid of such positions before. I don't know how long a man will last! I didn't want to look like a retard.

It was different with Erens. He held me by the hips, helping me a little, but not dictating rules. He let me move freely, and didn't insist on anything specific. For the first time in my life, I tasted power over a man. True, even though Eren did almost nothing, he never for a moment let go of control over what was going on. It was an amazing combination! On the one hand, I felt complete freedom, and on the other hand, I felt sure that I could feel my partner's support at any moment.

If Eren had been my first, it would have taken me less time to realize that I was a woman.

It wasn't long before all thoughts left my head.

The silence of the room was broken by intermittent breathing and quiet moans. My movements became bolder, my pace quickened, and my hips took on a life of their own, sending a hot wave through my body as it built up between us. The hands that covered my breasts squeezed my n*****s, and I cried out. A sharp pleasure rushed through me from head to toe.

- Eren.

- Come on, Aria," the man breathed out tensely. The words were enough to send me over the edge, strangely enough.

Wriggling out, she moaned muffledly.

- Eren.

- Good girl, Aria," the partner whispered. - Good girl.

He waited for me to come to my senses a little, turned me around abruptly, stood up, and made me wrap my legs around his waist. And that's when Eren let himself go. The tension that had held him all evening was finally gone, dissolving into furious movements.

I didn't realize how we'd gotten on the bed, didn't notice where the covers had disappeared to, didn't understand when the familiar wave inside me began to build again. Eren's face leaning over me, his hard lips, the intense gaze of his steely eyes... And the orgasm-unexpectedly bright, powerful, devastating.

I disconnected from reality.

I came to my senses from the light strokes on my cheek.

- Eren?

- Shh, baby. Don't move.

- А...

- Looks like we overdid it a little bit. Just lie still until you come to your senses.

Eren covered me with a cotton blanket and got out of bed.

- Do you want something?

- N-no. Although... I would have some juice.

- I'll bet you do," Eren snorted, and poured an orange juice into a glass.

- Let me help you," he deftly lifted me up and brought the glass to my lips.

The cold, refreshing juice brought my frail body back to life.

- Rest, Aria," the partner said thoughtfully, with a strange look in his eyes. - Get your strength back.

Whether it was the fresh sea air blowing in from the open window, or whether I was really tired, I fell asleep as soon as I put my head down on the pillow. I slept so soundly that I didn't hear Erens's phone conversations, or his movements around the room, or the way he lay down beside me and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him.