The Contract Chapter 4

He left me on my knees in the entryway, collar still locked around my throat, cum leaking slowly down my thighs. The house was quiet except for the sound of my breathing. My cunt throbbed. My ass still felt open from the dildo. Every small shift of my weight reminded me how thoroughly he had already used me outside.

He walked past me without a word and went into the living room. I heard the soft clink of glass. When he came back he held a short glass of something dark. He stood over me and drank, looking down at the mess he had made of me.

“Crawl,” he said.

I dropped forward onto my hands and followed him across the cool marble. My heavy tits swung. Cum smeared along the insides of my thighs with every movement. The collar kept me aware of every tug of the chain still hanging from it. He led me to the long couch and sat down, legs spread.

He pointed to the floor between his knees.

I crawled into place and looked up.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock free. It was already half-hard, still wet from my cunt. He wrapped the chain once around his fist and gave a short pull so my face came closer.

“Clean it.”

I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste of my own cunt and his cum flooded my tongue. I worked slowly at first, licking along the length, sucking the head clean, then taking him deeper. He did not thrust. He simply held the chain and watched me work. I loved the way he stayed still and made me do it. The quiet control. The way my jaw already ached from how hard he had fucked me earlier and still I kept going, hungry for more.

When he was fully hard again he gave the chain a firm tug and pulled me off.

“On the couch. Ass up. Face down.”

I climbed onto the cushions and settled into position, chest pressed to the leather, ass raised, knees spread. He stood behind me for a long moment. I felt his eyes on the wet mess between my legs, the faint marks from the gravel still on my knees, the collar tight around my neck.

He reached down and dragged two fingers through the cum still leaking from my cunt, then pushed them into my mouth.

“Taste what a whore you are.”

I sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them. He pulled them free and wiped the last of the wetness across my cheek.

Then he picked up the small black vibrator from the table where he had left it earlier. He turned it on low and pressed it directly against my clit.

My hips jerked. A broken sound left my throat.

He held it there, steady, while his other hand rested on the small of my back, keeping me in place. The buzz was relentless. My cunt clenched around nothing. Fresh wetness dripped down onto the couch. He increased the speed. My thighs started to shake. I pushed back against the vibrator, chasing it, loving how close he was letting me get.

Just before I tipped over he pulled it away.

I whimpered.

He gave the chain a short tug. “Quiet.”

He pressed the vibrator back against my clit, harder this time, and held it there until I was trembling and panting into the leather. Then he took it away again. He did it three more times—building me up, denying me, building me up—until I was dripping and shaking and the only sounds coming out of me were soft, desperate noises I could not stop.

On the fifth time he left the vibrator pressed firm against my clit and reached down with his other hand. Two fingers slid into my soaked cunt and curled. The dual sensation ripped through me. I came hard, thighs locking, a loud filthy cry tearing out of my throat as my cunt clenched around his fingers. He kept the vibrator on and kept working his fingers through the orgasm until a second one crashed over the first and left me sobbing into the couch.

Only then did he turn the vibrator off and pull his fingers free.

He wiped them clean on my ass.

I stayed in position, shaking, collar tight, cunt still pulsing, completely open and used.

He sat back down on the couch beside my head and rested his hand on my hair, fingers moving slowly through the strands.

“You’re starting to understand,” he said quietly. “This is what you actually want. Not the money. Not the performance. This.”

I could not answer. My body was still trembling. My cunt ached with the aftershocks. I pressed my cheek against his thigh and stayed exactly where he had put me, already waiting for whatever he would take next.