The Contract Chapter 3

He left me kneeling at the side of the bed for a long time, cheek still resting against his thigh, his hand heavy on my head. Cum had dried sticky along my inner thighs. My ass still throbbed. I stayed quiet. Waiting.

When he finally stood, he walked to the black bag without a word. I heard the soft clink of metal and the quiet sound of something being coated in lube. Then he was in front of me again.

He clipped the heavy leather collar around my neck. The buckle sat cold against my throat. A long metal chain hung from the front ring. He wrapped the end once around his fist and gave a short, firm tug.

I dropped to my hands and knees on the hardwood.

He moved behind me. One hand pressed between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest lower. The other guided the thick, lubed dildo to my ass. He pushed it in slowly, steady, until it was seated deep. The stretch burned in the best way. I pushed back onto it without being told, a low sound slipping out of me.

“Stay full,” he said.

The chain stayed tight enough that I felt every small movement of his hand. He walked. I crawled. Naked. The dildo shifted inside my ass with every movement, thick and relentless. My heavy tits swung. Ass up. My shaved cunt was already soaked, wetness smearing the insides of my thighs as I moved. Every crawl made the dildo grind deeper. I loved it. The stretch. The constant fullness. The way it forced me to feel every step.

He led me through the quiet house, across the cool marble of the entryway, and straight to the front door. When he opened it, the night air hit my bare skin like a slap—cold, sharp, real. My nipples tightened hard. Goosebumps raced down my arms and back.

He stepped outside. The chain pulled.

I crawled after him onto the stone path.

The ground was rough under my palms and knees. Tiny bits of gravel bit into my skin. I kept my head down, eyes on his shoes, chain lightly tugging whenever I slowed. My tits hung heavy and swayed. The dildo stayed buried in my ass, shifting and pressing with every crawl. Cool air licked between my open legs, making me even wetter. I could feel myself dripping onto the path. The constant stretch made my cunt ache. I loved how used I already felt. How owned.

He didn’t rush. He walked me slowly across the front of the estate, past the low lights, past the dark trees, until we reached a stretch of open grass just beyond the main driveway. Anyone driving past the distant gate could have seen us if they looked hard enough. The thought made my cunt clench hard around nothing while the dildo kept me full.

He stopped.

I stopped with him, still on all fours, breathing harder than the short crawl should have caused. The dildo sat deep, a constant reminder.

He stepped behind me. I heard his belt. The zipper. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against my soaked entrance.

He thrust in hard.

I cried out. The sound carried across the dark lawn. He fucked me right there on the grass like a dog, one hand wrapped in the chain so every thrust pulled my head back a little, the other gripping my hip. The dildo stayed buried in my ass, making everything tighter, fuller, more intense. My knees sank into the cold ground. My tits swung heavily beneath me. Every stroke was deep and relentless. The wet sound of him slamming into my cunt mixed with my broken moans and the distant night insects.

I pushed back onto him like the whore I was, taking every inch, loving how the dildo in my ass made his cock feel even bigger. The stretch. The dual fullness. The way the chain kept my head up so I had to stare out at the dark estate while he used me. I came hard around him, thighs shaking, a loud filthy sound tearing out of my throat. He kept going, fucking me through it, the dildo grinding deeper with every thrust, until he buried himself deep and spilled inside my cunt with a low, rough groan.

For a long moment the only sounds were our breathing and the quiet night.

He pulled out slowly. I felt the warm slide of his cum leaking out of me and down my thighs, mixing with the wetness already there. The dildo stayed in my ass, holding me open.

He stood, still holding the chain, and gave it a gentle tug.

I crawled back toward the house on shaking arms and legs, his cum still leaking out of my cunt with every movement, the dildo shifting deep in my ass, the collar tight around my throat, the cold night air kissing every wet, used part of me. I loved it. The ache. The fullness. The way he had just fucked me outside like an animal and left me stuffed and dripping.

He led me inside in silence.

When the door closed behind us, he unclipped the chain but left the collar on. He reached back and slowly pulled the dildo from my ass. I felt empty the second it was gone.

I stayed on my knees in the entryway, looking up at him, body trembling, cunt and ass both throbbing, cum still leaking down my thighs, already knowing I would do it all again the moment he told me to.