Page 65 of Seduced By Contract

"Bounce on my dick."

I do as I’m told, desperate, surrendering to him, and when I finally come, it's so intense my head falls back.

He holds me until I can come back to Earth, and when I face him again, he puts me back on the seat and grabs a handful of my hair.

“Finish what you started. I'm going to come in your mouth."

I'll never admit it, but his assumption that I'm going to let him feed me his seed kills me with desire.

I lean down and place it between my lips, determined to freak him out.

Zeus guides me at the speed he wants, and after a few minutes he says, "Drink it."

His free hand comes to my clit, touching me as if he knows my body better than I do myself. In seconds, I'm melting again, and when he realizes it, he comes in me, filling me up.

I never thought I'd do something like this to a man, but as I drink him, it doesn't seem enough, and I only stop when he lifts me up and pulls me onto his lap again.

He kisses and bites my mouth. I'm out of breath, totally out of orbit. I lean back on his shoulder, exhausted.

“I'm crazy about you, Madison. It doesn't matter what brought us here. You are mine."

Madison

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Three weeks ago,my life took a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn.

We are living in the new house, and my sister has been transferred to a hospital in Manhattan. In a few days, I will meet the neurosurgeon who took over her case.

Today, however, what is making me nervous is the social worker's visit.

I swallowed my pride and let Zeus buy everything the kids would need for their room. Their dorm looks like a dream. Right now, they are fed and bathed. So we wait for the witch.

“I'm so nervous,” Eleanor says.

"Me too, but I have faith that everything will work out."

I ended up having to postpone the appointment with the lawyer because my stepmother had a cold that day, and now he won't be able to see me for a few weeks because he's traveling.

"The employment contract, where is it?" she asks.

“On top of the kitchen counter. Please calm down. It's making me anxious."

The babies, noticing our tension, begin a chorus of whimpers.

"No, loves. Everything will be fine. Auntie won't let the bad witch take you."

The doorbell rings, and my pulse quickens.

Now is the moment of truth; I'll find out whether that creature will finally leave us alone.

Forty-five minutes later, the social worker still hasn't left, and I'm on the verge of screaming in frustration.

She can't help but think that I've done very wrong things to get a house like this. Guilt makes me feel bad, because despite what Zeus and I have, our relationship started out as a negotiation for my body.

"And what do you even do in that assistant job of yours?"

“You've asked me that three times already. Perhaps I should have taken my lawyer's advice and allowed him to be present during this visit," I bluff.

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