Page 28 of The Contract

He lunges for the new knife. I let him grab it. I let him bring it to my throat. His teeth are gritted, his eyes furious. I nearly purr inside.

I keep massaging his tip until he bites his lip. The knife is still at my throat when he rocks against me. He does it again. He’s distracted by his pleasure, so I take the knife from him. Fear flashes in his eyes as I bring the knife to his throat.

“Why were you so angry with me tonight?”

“I told you—”

“No, you lied to me. I want the truth.”

He starts to pull away like he’s going to get off my dick. I don’t fucking think so. I make those decisions. I’m so pissed that I fling the knife to the ground, embedding it in the hardwood floor.

I pick him up and lift him off my cock. We both cry out at the abrupt separation. I leap off my chair, pin him against the island, and thrust into him from behind.

“Tell me,” I demand as I fuck hard into his ass. He cries out but doesn’t answer. I fuck him roughly for a while. The sound is filthy and beautiful. Grunts, groans, the sloppy plunge of my cock in his cum-filled ass.

When he’s close, desperate to come, I pull out. I’m panting and frustrated. My cock is throbbing. I grip the back of his neck and hold his head against the counter. I reach between his legs and grip his balls.

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Please what?” I snarl. “Stop? Or make you come?”

“Please,” is all he says.

“Why were you angry?”

“Because …”

I massage his balls and soften my voice. “Why?”

“Because …” He chokes on a sob. “Youleftme.”

I freeze. There’s a part of me that suspected that, that wanted him to say that. Even so, I’m unprepared for what it does to me. A weird, warm, painful sensation blooms in my chest. My anger dissolves. I release my grip on his neck. I line my cock up with his hole and press back into the space waiting for me. He lets out a sound of relief—and so do I. I reach around him and grip his dick. I hold him by it as I thrust into his ass.

He starts to arch and push back against me, so I give him what he needs, pistoning inside him until he’s screaming. His cock kicks in my hand as mine kicks in his ass and we both come in hard, wrenching pulses.

This time when I pull out of him, he’s loose enough that my cum spills down his thighs. I stroke my hand through the warm slickness as I gently bite the back of his neck. He shivers.

NINE

Tristan

I don’t know how to feel as I stand under the huge showerhead. I’ve never showered with another person. I’ve never had another person clean me. But that’s what’s happening now.

Dante is standing at my side, one arm around my upper body. His right hand is between my ass cheeks, massaging my tender hole to let the cum drain out.

He came inside me. He fucked me. Twice. My mind is trying to rearrange itself around that fact. And the fact that the three best orgasms of my life have all happened in the past twenty-four hours. And I had little to no control over any of them.

I fought all of them—and it felt good. To fight. And to give in.

But I feel pretty vulnerable right now. Some from the sex. More from the confession he forced from me.

Maybe that’s why I’m letting him do this.

Even though I’m a little sore, I’m getting hard again. It’s his touch. His nearness. The fact that his half-hard cock is brushing my thigh.

I’ve never thought much about cock size because mine is fine, and I’ve never had to think about having one inside me. I can’t believe his fit. I wouldn’t call his a monster cock, thank god, but he’s big, way bigger than me.

Everything about him is bigger than me. His cock. His body. His power.

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