Bounded By Contract Novels & Stories

He also sips my coffee and says, “Yes, you hear it right.” I am not exactly sure how to react to this situation or what the hell is a sex contract, to be honest. So I innocently throw him the question, “What is a sex contract?” He smiles at me, “Well, it is pretty simple. We will draw a contract and that’ll be our limit.” “For example?” “What you like to do, what we can’t do, something like this,” he explains. “Does it include being in an open relationship?” I curiously ask.

"This is not being worried about me, you are only worried about your house being perfectly clean, about me not having a mess or about it being perfectly organized, get out of here, or I will have to get my bags and leave." "You will no longer continue with your blackmail Diane, if you want to leave, then the door is open." "Oh yeah?! What does that mean?" "Well, if you want to leave, you are free to do so, but you must know that part of the contract is already signed and you must fulfill it, your contractual obligations are already sealed, leave if you want to, we will see each other until the day of the marriage".

"You are right young man, your company did give a good presentation, but theirs was better and so we are going with them." "But…" Mr Mackenzie raised his hand to stop his words, his features hardening. "That is enough young man, or I will ban your company from ever applying for a contract with us." That quickly shot him up. "I am sorry sir," Stern face apologised with a sullen expression before withdrawing with his team leaving us alone with Mr. Mackenzie. Mr. Mackenzie congratulated us and then left us alone. "Yes!" My team whooped in excitement. I smiled at the joy on their faces.

The ink was dirty and the pages were creased. The client gave me a look that indicated they didn't believe a word I said when I tried to explain the problem during the meeting. My face was flaming as I left the room, my hands trembling from embarrassment and rage. However, what am I able to do? Because of the conditions of this wretched contract, I am powerless to fight back or even adequately defend myself. They will have all the evidence they need to kick me out if I cross any boundaries or give them any excuse to say I'm not keeping my half of the agreement.

Leo said as clenched his fist. "There is only one option Leo. If you want your father to believe you are responsible, you have to show him, and the only way is to get married." Diana said looking at her friend. "Diana, the last thing I want is to be tied down by the responsibilities of marriage. I don't like it. " Leo said with a frown on his face. "Hmmm,I'm not telling you to be tied down, what if you and the lady made an agreement? Like a contract that way the both of you gain." Diana said as she looked at Leo.

R18 CONTENTS AHEAD! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! "OH shit, Ashton! Yeah, Fuck me more! Fill my pussy with your cock!" Ashton was getting more excited as he was doing his business with his female partner. The woman was not his girlfriend; he just took her upstairs to his casino hotel and had this unusual activity there. Of course, he used protection. He did not want to get a disease because of his casual sex with random women. "You want more?" he asked, quickly pulling the hair of the woman who was on all fours in his bed.

"Yes. If you think you can help, I'll do whatever you want." He gave her an unreadable smile. "That's really not necessary, but if you're willing to move forward, I'll draft a contract up, and we can continue this tomorrow night." "We really need a contract?" "You're not legally bound to it if you change your mind," he reassured her. "It's more to set boundaries and expectations during our more formal sessions." "Boundaries?" "Limits. Things you're not comfortable with trying."

The contract. I clenched my jaw, my chest heaving. He was using it to remind me that no matter what, I was bound to him. As if reading my mind, his smirk deepened. “As long as our contract stands, you are mine.” His fingers traced a slow path down my jaw, making my skin prickle. “Clause seven,” he continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You are not allowed to entertain any other man, physically, emotionally, or intimately. Any violation…” His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, the touch deceptively gentle. “And you already know the consequences.”

“You can’t.” Her nails dug into her palm. “That’s not true. Every contract has a loophole.” He smirked. “This one doesn’t.” She wanted to call him a liar. But the certainty in his voice made her stomach churn. “What happens if I try to leave?” Collins leaned forward, his eyes gleaming in the dim light. “The rules activate.” She shivered. “The rules,” she echoed. Collins nodded. “Think of it as… a bond. The moment we exchanged vows, the contract finalized. If you try to leave—” he trailed off, tilting his head.

The last thing I could remember before dozing off, was the section which stated that throughout the progress of the contract physical touch, feelings and emotions towards the other party are strictly forbidden and any breach would terminate the contract effectively and immediately. Huhhh... Physical touch and feelings huhhhh... Trust me I don't wanna get burnt.