Page 47 of The Contract

“People will know,” I say.

He bites me hard enough that I flinch. “What did I tell you about other people?”

“That’s hardly fair.”

“I told you we were playing a game. I didn’t say it was a fair one. But it is going to be fun. On the outside, we’ll be playing our parts. Underneath, we’ll be playing by our own, private rules.”

“Dante …”

“Come on. Let’s get your coat.”

It’s torture walking from the bathroom to the bedroom. With every step, I feel the pressure of the plug. I feel the slickness of lube in my ass and around my hole.

As Dante brings me my coat, I look down. My erection isn’t visible.

“This is why you got me this underwear,” I say as he helps me into my coat. “You planned this.”

“I plan everything.”

“I don’t think you planned on going to this dinner,” I point out because I’m half drunk on lust, my inhibitions gone. “I think your mother—”

“Don’t worry about my mother.”

“But she’ll be there, won’t she? And your … father?”

Dante’s expression darkens as he buttons my tailcoat. He doesn’t respond. He just leads me out.

By the time we’re in the parking garage where Kenzie is waiting with the limo, I’m walking better. I’m still hard as fuck, but I’m getting used to the plug. But then I sit in the back seat and nearly groan as the plug presses into my prostate.

I don’t notice much of the drive. My existence revolves around the pressure in my ass and Dante’s fingers on my knee. I want sex. I want to come.

When the car stops, Dante gets out. He walks around to my door and opens it. We’re at the entrance of what I think is a hotel. I can see people in fancy clothes walking to the doors.

“No,” I say when Dante holds out his hand for me. “I can’t.”

“If you’re imagining that I won’t force you just because we’re in public, I will show you otherwise. Get out.”

My heart starts racing. Sweat breaks out in my armpits. “Please, Dante.”

“Getout.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s fine. Get the fuck out, Tristan.Now.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

SIXTEEN

Dante

Tristan is so fucking angry with me, maybe the angriest he’s ever been. The plug interested him or he would’ve fought me earlier. He didn’t dig in his heels until he saw the door. Until he saw the people.

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