Page 22 of The Contract

Fear is skittering around inside me, but the arousal is more powerful. I close my eyes and try to get control of myself.

I’m bound to a bed. I need to figure out where I am. I need to figure out what’s going on.

I open my eyes again. I’m in a bedroom of some kind. I can’t see much detail because the only lights are small, dim ones in the frame of the bed.

I cry out as whatever is in my ass starts vibrating. I yank against the bonds and strain upward, but that only makes me gasp and moan as the vibration hits me deeper.

It stops. I collapse, whimpering and shaking. I hear a sound likemmmm. I freeze. Then I hear Dante’s dark, deep voice say, “You’re so beautifully responsive.”

I rear up as much as I can, gritting my teeth against the surge of arousal as the thing inside me shifts. Breath raking furiously though my lungs, I try to peer through the dimness. He’s sitting in a chair in the corner. All I can see is the vague shape of him, but he’s relaxed. Comfortable.

“What the fuck, you fucking psycho! Let me go!”

“Mmm, you know there’s only one way that happens.”

Only one way …? What the …?

Holy shit. He means the safe word. It almost bursts from my mouth, but instead I shout, “Fucking let me go, you insane asshole!”

He doesn’t answer. He rises from the chair and walks toward me, emerging bit by bit from the shadows. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and black warmups. His cock is tenting them. My mouth waters at the sight. It’s not like I’ve never seen another guy with a hard-on, but this …

Him …

I lift my gaze to his face. He’s so damn beautiful he’s like some kind of fallen angel—or devil. His eyes are dark pools. His lips are pressed firmly together.

He sits on the edge of the bed near my right hip. I feel the dip of the mattress. I feel the heat of his nearness. I feel the threat of him—and the promise.

His right hand settles on my thigh. I jump at the touch. Then his hand glides up, sending electrical sparks through my blood. I start panting as his fingers near my groin. I make a sound I barely recognize as my own when his fingertips brush my balls.

“One word,” he says huskily as his hand slips between my legs, “and everything stops.”

I feel his fingers against the rim of my stuffed ass then—

“Ahh! Fuck!Hnnnh!” I descend into wordless moans as whatever has been inside me is removed knob by knob. I’m left gasping and panting and empty. My hole clenches on nothing.

I lift my head and glare at Dante. In his right hand, he’s holding the dildo that was inside me. It’s a black rod made of a sequence of progressively larger, round beads. It glistens in the low light, slick with lube.

I should be thinking about how all this started. The sequence of events between Kenzie picking me up off the street and now. But I’m not thinking about any of that. All I can think about is how empty I am and how much I need that thing back inside me.

When its starts vibrating, shivering in the air and making a humming sound, I glance at Dante’s other hand and spot the remote. But the dildo draws my eyes again. I watch it lower toward my groin. I’m staring down the length of my own body, so I see clearly how my abs are clenched. I see the trail of precum glistening across my lower belly. I see my cock hard as fuck, the tip flared and dark.

The dildo moves beyond my line of sight, vanishing between my legs. I cry out when it vibrates against the underside of my balls. I make the filthiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard when it touches my hole. I lift as the first bead pops in. Then another. And another.

I bite my lip as they pop slowly out. Then in again. Further this time. Deeper. My hole stretches to take the larger beads.

I’m so fucking glad that I’m bound because I would never have accepted this. I would never have been able to say yes to something like this. I would have felt so fucking self-conscious trying to yield to it. But Dante has relieved me of that burden.

That doesn’t mean I’m not furious.

“You fucking psycho,” I grit out as his hand finally—finally—curls around my desperate cock.

He chuckles darkly and gives me a slow stroke. His hand glides. I’ve been lubed in advance.

“You undressed me,” I accuse.

“Yes.”

“Youdruggedme.”

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