The Contract Chapter 2

He left me cuffed and spread for a long time.

Wrists above my head. Ankles open. Cunt completely exposed. I felt every slow drop of wetness slide down onto the sheets. My nipples stayed tight. My breathing sounded too loud in the quiet room. He sat in the chair and watched. Nothing else.

When he finally stood, my stomach clenched.

He did not speak. He went to the black bag, took out a soft leather flogger, and came back to the bed. The first touch was light—the falls dragging slowly across my stomach, then over my heavy tits, then lower, brushing my open cunt. I shivered hard.

The first real strike landed on the soft inside of my left thigh. Sharp heat bloomed under the skin. I gasped but kept my legs open. The second hit the right thigh. Then the undersides of my breasts. He worked steadily, never rushing. Each strike left a hot, stinging trail that sank deeper. When the flogger finally landed directly between my legs—wet and sharp against my clit and open folds—my hips jerked and a broken sound tore out of my throat.

He did it again.

And again.

I was dripping, thighs trembling, wrists pulling against the cuffs. My whole cunt felt swollen and oversensitive by the time he set the flogger down.

He climbed onto the bed between my legs. I felt his breath first. Then his mouth.

No teasing. Just the flat of his tongue dragging through the mess he had made, then sucking hard on my clit. Two fingers pushed inside me and curled against that spot that made my vision blur. He ate me like he was starved for it. I came hard, thighs trying to close around his head, a loud moan ripping out of me. He did not stop. He kept licking, kept fucking me with his fingers, until a second orgasm crashed over the first and left me shaking and whimpering.

Only then did he pull back.

He unclipped my ankles, then my wrists. My arms felt heavy. He rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and pushed my chest down into the mattress. I heard his belt. The zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against my soaked entrance.

He thrust in to the hilt in one stroke.

I cried out into the sheets. He fucked me hard and steady, one hand on the back of my neck holding me down, the other gripping my hip. Every thrust was deep and controlled. The wet sound of it filled the room. My tits dragged against the sheets. I came again around him, cunt clenching hard, a muffled moan against the mattress.

He pulled out before he finished.

I felt him shift. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my ass. He spat once. Used his thumb to push the spit inside me. Then he forced his cock into my ass slowly, inch by inch, until I was completely full. The burn was sharp and perfect. I pushed back onto him without being told.

He fucked my ass with the same steady control. Deep. Relentless. One hand reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he took me. I came a fourth time with him buried in my ass, vision going white, a filthy broken sound pouring out of my mouth.

He followed a few strokes later, hips pressing tight against me as he spilled deep inside.

For a long moment the only sound was our breathing.

He pulled out slowly. I felt the warm slide of his cum leaking out of my ass and down my thighs. He left me there on my stomach, used and open, while he walked to the bathroom. I heard water running. When he came back he cleaned me with a warm cloth, thorough and silent. Then he helped me sit up.

My body felt heavy and loose. My cunt and ass both throbbed in the same sweet, used way.

He brushed my hair back from my face.

“Good girl.”

Then he pointed to the floor beside the bed.

I slid down and knelt.

He sat on the edge of the mattress and rested his hand on the top of my head, fingers moving once through my hair.

I stayed there, naked, cum still leaking out of me, cheek resting against his thigh, already waiting for whatever he would do next.