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p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAfter dinner, I find myself sitting cross legged on my bed, reading over a contract that Sean brought to me. Completely overwhelmed, I take a few steadying breaths as I try to digest the words in front of me. This whole contract might as well be Latin. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Okay, so explain this contract to me. I've never done anything like this, so I want to be sure I understand it all," I start. I've tried analyzing it on my own, but I don't want there to be any sort of miscommunication when it comes to this. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Basically, this contract means that you more or less belong to me. You will not be allowed to have other partners, nor will I. We will receive sexual pleasure from each other and no one else, no exceptions," he begins patiently, waiting for me speak. I just nod my agreement. "You will take care of yourself. Your hygiene. Your health, mental and physical. I will see to your emotional health. You will set goals with deadlines to accomplish them by. I want to see you grow and flourish here with me," he says, taking my hand and rubbing the back of my knuckles gently. "Your happiness and health are my priorities, Lily."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI've never been taken care of before. My inner dialogue is going absolutely nuts. Do I deserve to be taken care of? What if he changes his mind? What if he gets bored? What happens if I upset him and all of this is gone? /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What's going through your head? Talk to me. Let's discuss this whole thing," he suggests. With a steady breath in, then out, I try to calm myself and make a bit of sense of the jumbled thoughts in my head. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What if you get bored? What if I don't deserve this? To be taken care of? It's almost laughable. I've never been a priority to anyone," I admit. I can't even look at him by the time I finish my thoughts. It's nearly embarrassing to be this vulnerable with him. Yesterday, he was a total stranger. Today I'm pouring my heart out to him. When I do glance up at him, he looks almost….. offended. Which only makes me feel more exposed and nervous. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"How could I ever get bored with you? You're the most incredible woman I've ever laid eyes on. I don't even mean physically, though fuck. You're absolutely gorgeous. Any man would be lucky to have you for that alone. There's just so much more to you. I want you to be here because you want to be here, not because you're being forced. That's the ultimate goal for me here. I want you to emwant/em to be with me. I want you to know what you're worth and let me take care of you." He says it with such sincerity I almost believe him. Every word held such passion and promise. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWe sit in silence for what seems like hours. He's still rubbing my knuckles, letting me soak all of this in. When I yawn, he gives me a lazy half smile. "Go to bed, sweet girl. We can talk more tomorrow. I want to hear your thoughts and any concerns you may have." He stands gracefully, letting my hand fall to my lap. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI snuggle up in the blankets as the door clicks closed behind him. I almost wish he would have stayed. Maybe this whole thing would feel more real if I wasn't here alone all night. I toss and turn for the next hour, my mind racing in circles but with no coherent thoughts. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWhen it's obvious I won't be falling asleep anytime soon, I slip from my blankets. Putting on my slippers, I walk quietly to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Once I'm satisfied, I head out to the balcony. It's a gorgeous view. It's partly cloudy, the moon slipping in and out, casting shadows over the city below me. The breeze is cool, just enough to raise goosebumps on my bare arms. For the first time in two days, I pull in a full breath and start to relax just a bit. emI could get used to this view/em, I think stupidly. What the hell is wrong with me? Just because this super gorgeous, muscled, tattooed man showed up to kidnap me, then tells me all about how he wants me to be his one and only does not mean I should be swooning for him. The exact opposite should be happening in fact. I should be disgusted by what he has done and how I ended up here. emIt is kinda hot that he saw what he wanted and just took it though…. Just saying./em I shake my head at the ridiculous thought and sip my coffee, hoping it will shake the chill. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanTurning to go back inside, I slam directly into a wall. Well, basically a wall. I'm shocked to find Sean standing inches behind me. "What the fuck?!" I yell at him. "How long have you been standing here?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Long enough to know that you're relaxing here," he smirks. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Can a woman not enjoy a coffee in the middle of the night? I just wanted to see the city from up here," I snarl back at him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe laughs lightly. "Of course you can. Though I don't really suggest coffee at this hour. You'll never get any sleep now. Unless…." He trails off, a glint in his eye as he looks me up and down. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI roll my eyes. "Oh, absolutely not! After that shit you pulled earlier?! Go fuck yourself," I say, stepping past him, back into the living room. I rinse my cup before heading back to my room. I can hear him chuckling to himself as he yells, "The contract says we only get pleasure from each other, sweetheart. That would be breaking my own rules!" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanAs I close the door, an idea hits me. Two can play this game of dissatisfaction. After a quick shower, shave, and exfoliation of basically my entire body, I head back out to the living room. Walking as quietly as possible, I make it there unnoticed. Pulling my phone out, I settle on the couch and search up a rather spicy video. I lay back, relaxing to watch the scene play out. As the man is touching her, I can feel my body react. About five minutes in, I starting rubbing my body. My stomach, my thighs, my breasts. Turning the phone up, I prop it up next to me on the table so I can have both hands free to roam my body. As the scene heats up, I slip one hand under my shirt, pulling at my nipple, the feeling going straight to my core. I play with the bar there, sending a slight pang of pain but also pleasure. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI slip my right hand under the band of my satin pajama shorts. As I slip my fingers between my lips, I moan at how wet I already am. I bite my lip to cut the moan short, wanting to drag this out. I circle my clit lightly, feeling it grow with every circle. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Fucking hell," he growls from the edge of the kitchen. "I thought I said this was against the rules, Lily. Your orgasms belong to me now." He stalks across the space, stopping at the end of the couch to rake his eyes over me hungrily. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I didn't orgasm. I haven't broken any rules…. yet," I shoot back, my breath catching on the last word as my eyes close in pleasure. I hear his belt slipping through the loops before my hand is pulled from my shorts, slammed above my head on the arm of the couch. The other is then placed beside the first before both wrists are bound with his belt. He looks so playful, yet dangerous. His eyes are blazing. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Punishment number one then," he says as he sits back to admire his work. Satisfied that I can't free myself, he stands up, unzipping his pants. Pulling his shirt over his head, he slips his pants and boxers down to his knees. Once sitting, he carefully pulls each leg free, slowly folding the clothes and placing them on the table. I can see that he is rock hard. I bite my lip as I remember it sliding down my throat only a few hours ago. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought, exhaling loudly. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"What's wrong, princess?" he jokes. "Thinking about me face fucking you? About how my cock stretched your throat? About how much it turned you on to please me?" he continues as he wraps his scarred hand around his shaft with a deep sigh. "Fuck. The things you do to me, sweet girl." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI can't take my eyes away from his hand, stroking up and down. I attempt to get to my knees, desperate to have it back in my mouth, to please him. He throws one leg up over my hips, effectively pinning me in place before continuing to tease me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I thought you said I was breaking the rules by playing with myself," I pout, rolling my eyes. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe laughs out loud at my pitiful attempt to bargain. "Yes, little one. I did say that. However, if I remember correctly, you said you weren't breaking the rules because you didn't orgasm yet. As you can see, I haven't either. Not yet anyway." He shoots me a wink and I imagine stabbing his eye out. How dare he use my own logic against me? He quickly pulls my shorts from my waist, down my legs, and tosses them into the floor./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanTaking his shaft in his left hand, he reaches out to caress my thigh with his right. He makes a light trail up, then back down to my knee, making me shiver. He smirks when he notices, knowing exactly what his touch does to my skin. Slowly making his way toward my inner thigh, he removes his leg from my hips. "Spread," he demands, voice low. When I don't comply, he raises his eyebrows with a chuckle. "Wanting another punishment already? This one isn't even complete yet," he warns. I remain still. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe reaches toward a small box on the coffee table in front of us. Opening the lid, I can see a few small things. A pen, some loose change, scraps of paper. And a tally clicker. He pulls the clicker out of the box before closing the lid. emClick./em Fuck. My face must give me away because he smiles a devilish smile. "Yes, darling. A counter. You won't be getting another punishment at the moment, but I won't be forgetting about it either. I will keep track and the punishments will be dealt out when I feel the need." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanMy eyes widen slightly, knowing I'm screwed now. "That's just cruel. The waiting and never knowing when the punishment is coming is absolutely ridiculous and unfair. I veto this," I say, crossing my arms in defiance. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHis lips curl up into a small smirk. "Absolutely not, princess. This one is nonnegotiable. I can't deal out all the punishments you deserve at one time since someone wants to be such a brat, so I've got to have a way to keep up with what you're owed. Or what you owe me, rather." He places the counter back onto the table and returns his attention to me. His eyes quickly turn from amusement to pure heat. I can feel them on my skin as he rakes his eyes up to mine and back down to my thighs. He pulls his lower lip in between his teeth, causing an intense warmth to pool at my core. I suddenly find myself desperate to please him, to touch him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanDeciding to test my luck, I push up on my elbows before climbing on top of him, straddling his hips. He rests his hands on my hips, watching me carefully. I run both hands up his chest, through the scant hair there. When my fingers make it to his shoulders, I pull my nails across his skin until my hands hit my thighs. A slight sigh escapes his lips as his eyes close. I can feel how wet I am, knowing he can feel it against his dick as well. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBringing my hands up to cup his face, I find myself falling into those gorgeous eyes. They're hazel, a deep brown crown, surrounded by the most intense green I've ever seen. They remind me of walking into the woods on a dreary day, late in the fall. Specks of light, a few live green plants, dark and deep browns. It feels dangerous but compelling, like I can't look away, no matter how hard I try. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanBefore I have time to react, his lips are crashing into mine. His hands snake up my back, holding me in place against him. With my arms pinned between our chests, I have no choice but to let him kiss me. I can't really move. emNot that you would anyway, /emI think. Within a few seconds, I'm putty in his hands. I manage to wiggle my arms free and wrap them around his neck. Next thing I know, I'm kissing him back like he's oxygen and I would suffocate without this connection. He must feel the difference because he smirks against my lips, digging his fingers into my back slightly. I can feel his hard length beneath me, starting to slowly rock my hips back and forth against him. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe moans into the kiss, lightly licking my bottom lip, asking permission for the first time since I met him. As his hands slide down to my hips, I open my mouth slightly, allowing his tongue to meet mine. He catches my lower lip between his teeth, tugging it harshly as his hand finds my breast and the ring there. Rolling my nipple between his fingers, I push my breast into his hand harder, moaning against his mouth. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanPutting one of his huge hands on either side of my face, he locks his gaze with mine. "Are you sure you want to do this, princess?" He's asking for my permission. Suddenly my head starts to spin. I wasn't counting on having a choice here, and maybe that's how I was justifying the way I'm feeling. He must be able to feel the change, though he doesn't break eye contact. "Talk to me." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"I shake my head, then nod. "I do want to do this," I tell him, entirely truthful. "Though I thought what I wanted didn't matter, considering our… arrangement." /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;""Angel, we haven't even signed that contract yet. Besides, what you want will always matter to me. We will never do anything here that you aren't completely comfortable with. I want to push your boundaries, not break your soul. I'll just stick with breaking your back," he says with a wink. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: .5in;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"I roll my eyes before leaning down to draw him back into another earth-shattering kiss. I catch myself smiling into the kiss. Running my hand down his chest, I raise my hips slightly so I can wrap my hand around his dick. He nips my lip again as my hand encircles him. After a few strokes, I line him up with my entrance. My breath catches as his head slips inside me, stretching me. I hear him groan too. Slowly sliding down farther onto him, we both gasp. I feel so full that it's nearly painful, turning me on farther. When I open my eyes again, his are on fire once more. He's trying to hold back, giving me time to adjust to his width. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanOnce he's bottomed out inside me, I rock my hips a little, testing the waters. It's like he's hitting every nerve ending in my body. Raising my body and impaling myself on him again, he grabs both hips, steadying my body. "Problems already, emsir?/em" I smirk. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"You're so fucking tight, Lily," he growls at me between clenched teeth. He allows me to move a little but I'm not happy with that. Grabbing his hands, I see the surprise in his eyes when they pass his head and get pinned to the couch behind him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he questions, clearly not liking me being in control. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Hush and let me please you, fucker," I spit at him, starting to ride his cock. Bouncing up and down, rocking my hips when he bottoms out. He pulls his hands free, wrapping the right one around my throat. I smile at him, licking my lips. "That's what I thought," I antagonize. His left hand finds my clit, already swollen and tender. I gasp at the touch, his fingers circling me expertly. I'm about to slip over the edge when he groans. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Don't fucking do that, angel," he spits. "I'm having a hard time controlling myself as it is. I don't need you tightening up around me. You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"That's kind of the fucking point," I complain. He's managed to grip my hips hard enough I literally cannot move now. There will be bruises there later. "Let me go! I was so damn close," I complain. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe grins up at me innocently. "Talk about a fitting punishment, gorgeous."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"Oh, absolutely not!" I shriek, trying to loosen the grip he has on me. "Fine, ladies first then," I say, placing my fingers back on my clit. His eyes widen slightly before they're filled with amusement. He chuckles before rocking his hips up into mine, causing my eyes to roll so far back I swear I saw my brain for a second. With a satisfied smirk across his gorgeous face, he pushes one leg up and flips me before I can even comprehend what's going on. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanWith my legs now on either side of his body, he's in full control. Placing one hand beside my head and the other around my throat, he starts to squeeze, cutting off the blood flow slightly. I can feel the heat pooling at my core as he slowly moves in and out, torturing me. When I try to rock my hips to meet him, he stops entirely. "Oh, princess, I'm in control here. You're my toy, remember? Not the other way around," he teases. I start to protest but am cut short when he slams inside me, stealing my breath with a kiss at the same time. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanUnable to do anything else, I completely relax, surrendering to him fully. As our mouths go to war, he finds a steady rhythm. Within minutes, I'm climaxing, falling over that edge and exploding around him. Being able to completely surrender pushes me into a completely different type of orgasm. As my body shakes underneath him, he squeezes my throat tight, sending me hurling over the edge once more. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"That's such a good girl," he half whispers against my ear, slowly rocking his hips into me now. "I love watching you fall apart around me." He nips my ear before pulling out and standing up, heat still flaring behind his eyes. "Hold on and I'll grab a towel to clean you up. Unless you'd rather me use my mouth," he taunts, winking down at me. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanI scoot up onto my elbows, taking in the sight unapologetically. "Hold up! You didn't even finish!" I jump to my feet and start toward him. He holds his hand up gently, stopping me in my tracks. "Plus, I'd rather take a shower."/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"I am perfectly fine. The whole goal was to get you off, Lily. It was more than enough to be able to watch your face while you lost touch with reality for a moment," he chuckles and takes a step toward the bathroom. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /span"That's not at all how this is going to work!" I nearly yell at him. I step in front of him, blocking his path. He looks less than amused now. "The whole point was that we were both supposed to finish. It's supposed to be a good time for both of us," I half pout at him. While it was amazing for me, Sean not finishing leaves me feeling surprisingly insecure and vulnerable. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;" align="left"span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Georgia',serif;"span style="mso-tab-count: 1;" /spanHe eyes me carefully for a moment before stepping closer, cupping one side of my face and bringing my eyes up to meet his. The heat is still there, simmering below the surface, but there's something else there now as well. Something much more dangerous than the lust. A small smile plays at the edge of his lips, drawing my attention. "Look at me, darling," he says quietly. "If you remember correctly, I've already finished while you have not. Not until now anyway," he smirks. "I wanted to even the playing field a bit." With that, he shrugs and releases my face. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and figure out the plan for the day, shall we?" /span/p
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