Page 70 of Cruelest Contract
The weather change has significantly cooled the air. My mouth is still on hers when I feel a shiver roll through her body.
I pull back, struck with inspiration. “Let’s go.”
She stares up at me with a shadow of confusion. “Where?”
“Just trust me.” I kiss her forehead.
She willingly circles her legs around my waist and wraps her arms around my neck, allowing me to carry her to the bathroom.
Her eagerness to cooperate is fucking delightful. I get dizzy thinking about all the ways I’m going to use this feature.
Most luxury accessories are foolish but a top-of-the-line shower head is an exception. I set Cecilia down and reach inside the walk-in shower to flip the nozzle on, selecting the gentle rain setting. The water burbling out of the overhead spout will take a moment to heat up.
Cecilia waits in her panties, her arms crossed over her breasts as she awkwardly stands beside the closed door. She’s a goddess with her hair hanging loose and her gorgeous body ready to be defiled. A little bit of shy reluctance is cute for now but she’ll quickly learn to lose those inhibitions. My wife will have no reason to hide anything from me.
As I walk over to her, I drop my shorts. Her eyes dart to my cock and I casually stroke the long shaft for emphasis, rolling my thumb over the sensitive tip.
I don’t like to brag. But if I did then I’d have plenty to fucking brag about.
Clearly, Cecilia agrees. She can’t stop staring. She’s so captivated that her tightly crossed arms loosen and she wets her lips.
“We’ll save something for our wedding night,” I say while stroking my cock. “But I think we should get to know each other a little better.”
She manages to lift her eyes to my face. “Okay.”
“We both want to come right now. You’re going to be my wife and I need to practice being good to you. Will you let me?”
She swallows. Nods.
“Next question.” I take my hand off my cock and trace the outline of her panties with my forefinger. “Do I have a lot of work to do or are you wet for me already?”
“I’m ready,” she whimpers as I lightly tease her.
“Just what I wanted to hear.” I drag open a drawer under the sink and pull out a small pair of scissors. “Now tell me that you trust me.”
She flinches when I touch the sharp tip of the scissors to her belly. I allow the metal to glide over her skin, careful not to apply pressure or leave a mark.
A few seconds of hesitation pass before she moves her hands to my shoulders and looks me in the eye. “I trust you, Julian.”
“That’s my good girl.” I reward her with a tender kiss. Then with two savage snips I cut her panties off.
She gasps. A scrap of wrecked white cotton falls to the tile floor. I toss the scissors into the sink.
Light steam clouds are now drifting from the shower. The water is nice and hot.
Cecilia swiftly recovers from her shock. She’s so aroused that her legs wobble as I lead her to the shower.
Her body is perfection, all gentle curves and soft skin. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Cecilia makes the next move, pulling on my neck to bring my mouth closer to hers. Our tongues collide and a heavy groan vibrates in my throat. We stand just outside the falling water with her back against the smooth stone wall and my hands roaming everywhere.
She didn’t lie. Her pussy practically liquifies in my hand when I slip a finger inside her. She must be aching to get off.
Cecilia breaks the kiss and buries her face in my neck. “Oh my god,” she moans when I add another finger, exploring her, stretching her.
I’m sure there’s a demonic smirk of triumph on my face. It’s probably better that she can’t see it. Instead, I kiss her shoulder, her neck, and trail my lips back to her mouth.
I’ve just discovered there’s more than one downside to being celibate for a year. My neglected dick surges against her belly, demanding priority. I grit my teeth to keep the tidal wave at bay.
