MasukSloane's POV
His chest heaved upwards and took a lot of time heaving downwards. Tonight, I wasn't Sloane,the naive girl who wrote a letter to her crush. I was Sloane, the contract wife of Lucien. His cock stood erect between his thighs,the veins pulsed quickly with each breath he took and one thought sat languidly in my mind.
This is all mine.
I moved slowly down the bed,to his foot, wrapping my hands around his ankles. “Tell me.” I whispered, taking one big toe into my warm mouth.
“What do you want?” I asked, this time, sucking his big toe deeper into my mouth as I closed my eyes. A soft moan vibrated through my body and I felt my pussy pulsing quickly.
“Take it into your little mouth munchkin, right now.” It was more like an order than a man seeking pure pleasure.
I moved between his thighs and took his cock between my palms, kneading gently. “Look at me.” His voice was firm and I obeyed immediately.
My eyes locked with his as he loved his hips towards my mouth. I let out my tongue, circling the tip of his cock as I felt him tremble under my touch.
“Do you love that?” I asked, taking his cock another inch into my warm mouth.
“Shit!” He cursed out loudly, holding my head in place and with one powerful thrust, his cock hit the back of my throat.
My eyes burned, my nose flared, trying to muster up enough air, my toes curled and his thrusts became faster.
“Now…” he started, grunting as I held his thighs for support.
“That's how you suck your husband!” A smack! Landed on the back of my head and a little pain shot through my body but soon it was replaced by his cock hitting my throat continuously.
“You love that? Huh?” He asked as he slowed down. I took this as my cue. My head moved on its own accord, moving faster,up and down while my fingers kneaded his cock.
He jerked forward, holding my head in place as I struggled to breathe. “Fuck…!” His scream tore through the room and instantly,his cum spilled into my mouth.
“Suck it all up.” He said and like an obedient little wife, I licked it all up, circling the cap of his cock with my tongue.
“Now,I'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna scream.” My face paled. Of course,he was treating me like a whore.
“I'm not a whore.” I spat vehemently, looking into his eyes. He snorted before pulling me closer with my ankles.
My legs were wide apart,my pussy was exposed to him and I felt really vulnerable like this. “Who called you a whore?” He asked and I shrugged.
“You're not the naive little girl you wanna claim to be, you know what fucking __”
“Yeah, like animals,yeah?” He pressed his palm against my clit, shutting me up immediately as my eyes rolled back.
“I'm not done talking.” He whispered. “And until then, you'll keep your mouth sealed.” His palm stayed put,on my clit, pressing gently as his eyes locked with mine. He opened his drawer with his non-dominant hand and retrieved a whip.
My eyes widened and I saw his smile of amusement. “It's all for fun.” He whispered.
“Like I said,I'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna scream.” His mouth came down on one breast, taking it into his warm mouth as a moan left my mouth.
Involuntarily,my hands cupped his head, holding it in place as I pushed my chest forward.
“Hmm….” He moaned, sending vibrations through my breasts to my body as I screamed.
“Yes… scream.” He whispered again, using the whip on my pussy as tears began rolling down my cheeks.
“Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck…fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” My screams made him go feral and in one swift movement,he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy,not relenting one bit.
He increased his thrusts as my screams grew louder and louder. His whip landed on my stomach,my breasts, leaving trails of dark red marks as they landed.
“You're my fucking whore!” He screamed at me. “So tell me, did you know something about them?” He asked, shoving two fingers into my cunt to match the thrust of his dick in my pussy.
“Ohh.. fuck!” He groaned, jerking forward as he arched his back and released his warm cum inside my body. He rolled over and laid on his back as we struggled to catch our breath.
“So this is it?” I asked as Lucien sat up. “What?” He asked, getting out of bed. I watched as he dressed up and in no time,he looked like a well composed man.
Nothing like the man who had touched me and made me tremble. “Well let's hope you're already pregnant.” He said coolly. I scoffed and sat up, covering my chest with the duvet.
“So that's it?”
“What were you expecting?” He asked. “Remember,the validity of this contract is in our ability to bear a pup. Until then, I'm gonna __”
“I do not want to hear it!” I snapped at him.
“You're gonna say fuck, aren't you?” I asked and his amused smile covered his face again.
“You've gotten smarter, munchkin.” He whispered mockingly. I threw a pillow at him and he dodged it.
“You're crude and__”
“Your alpha.” He added as our eyes locked. “Alright munchkin, you've got a lot to learn about my people and my clan. I'm sure I wore you out.” I felt my cheeks grow warmer from embarrassment.
“I hope I gave you a wonderful night.” I looked away and heard him chuckle.
“You hate the word fuck but you used it quite a number of times while my cock was thrusting __”
“That's enough!” He laughed out loudly this time and it felt strange. I was used to his cold and distant side,not this playful side.
“You should rest, my pup might be in your womb already.” He walked out, leaving me to my thoughts as I sat, surrounded by the duvet.
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