Page 44 of The Contract

I turn the vibrator on. It’s a wand with a bulbous tip. I set it against the back of his left knee. His eyes fly open in shock. He didn’t know that was an erogenous zone. I do the other knee. He’s panting now. He starts to reach for his cock.

“Leave it,” I say. “I’ll get to that.”

I run the vibrator along his inner thigh. His back arches. His hips lift. I start twisting the dildo in his ass and watch as his abdomen contracts.

I move the vibrator to his torso, gliding it from his lower belly to his nipples. I move my other hand to his cock and rub his shaft through the lace.

“Something about this made you anxious,” I say. “Why?”

“I can’t think,” he gasps, his back arching.

“You don’t need to think. Just answer. What was happening today?”

“I wanted you. It made me want you.”

I drag the vibrator down his belly, stopping it above his cock. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“I …”

“You what?” I demand as I set the vibrator against his cock.

“Need you!” he cries out, lifting up. “I need you—please!”

A shudder wracks my body so hard that I pitch into him. It’s what I thought he’d say. It’s what I wanted him to say. But still, somehow, I’m unprepared for it. Or unprepared, maybe, for my own reaction to it.

The problem is, it triggers my own need—because I need to be inside him. This instant, I need it.

I pull the dildo from his ass. He lies there, panting and jerking as I quickly lube my cock. His needy hole is fluttering when I set my cockhead against it. I press into him in a smooth, firm glide. I draw back and thrust into him again.

His stiff cock lifts hard against the stretchy red lace. His balls are swollen inside the cloth. Something about not quite beingable to see him drives me wild, and I fuck him with hard, hungry thrusts until I can’t think.

I’m so lost to it that I don’t even see him pick up the vibrator. Sensation explodes as Tristan presses it against the joining of our bodies: his hole and taint, my lower belly and cock. I cry out. I bend over him, pinning the vibrator between us as I rut into him like a frenzied beast. I bite his throat. His whole body seizes as he screams through the first wave of his orgasm. Then he starts thrashing as I fuck him through mine.

I lose my sense of self. I lose control. My body isn’t my own as it spasms and releases stream after stream of cum inside him. I’m making awful, straining sounds. I grab the vibrator and wrench it away. It falls to the floor as I keep straining against him. My mouth is open, my teeth raking his chest.

Fear spikes at my lack of control over my own body. I can’t stop coming. Fuck. Oh, fuck, I can’t stop. I just keep convulsing.

I almost wrench away from him, then his hands are on my head. He’s stroking my hair. He’s … soothing me. I should make him stop. I should pull away. But I don’t. I bury my face against him and let him do it until the shudders fade away.

FIFTEEN

Tristan

Technically, I didn’t break the rules. I didn’t touch Dante’s cock with my hands or my mouth. But I did touch him with the vibrator—and he came really fucking hard. So did I. I always do with him, but that was a whole new level.

Four days later, and I still shudder and get hard every time I think about him rutting in me like that. Straining and growling and biting me while he fucked my hole like an animal.

But it did something to him, coming like that, and I think he’s angry about it.

I didn’t even realize how he had relaxed toward me until his intensity ratcheted back up. He fucked me in the lounge at Lush. He fucked me in the penthouse entryway. He fucked me on the patio until I sprayed cum all over the glass railing overlooking the city.

Between times, he’s mostly been at his office. He does have an investment company to run—I get that. But he’s often out at night too, who the hell knows where, even when I’m not working at Lush. I don’t like that.

Tonight, though, he’ll be with me. Me and several hundred other overdressed people.

Part of me is pleased that he’s taking me to such a public event. I can’t really deny that after what happened with the thong. All that day and all night at Lush, I only knew that I was confused and unsettled and maybe scared. But then Dante broke me down to the truth as he fucked me: Iwanthim.

I want him to claim me. I want him topossessme. I’ve never wanted that before. Or maybe I’ve simply never allowed myself to want it.

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