The Risqué Contracts Series (24 page)

Pre-come was leaking furiously, my cock begging to be released. I used the time to move off the bed and put the container of ice in the bathroom to calm myself down. After I felt a little stronger, I sat down at her side again and gave her another sweet kiss.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Fucking hell, Gabe. That was amazing,” she panted, still worked up from her orgasm.

“It’s crucial that you listen carefully to my instructions, Charlotte. There is great pleasure to be had in what comes next, but only if you do as you’re told. I don’t want you to be hurt or frightened.”

“All right.” Her voice held a hint of trepidation.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I will always take care of you.” I opened the drawer again and lifted the small, leather crop, running the strips through my fingers as I gave her instruction.

“First, you need a word, something you can say that will tell me I’ve gone beyond your limit and I need to stop. I will
always
stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

She chose a word, and I went back to my explanation. “You are giving me complete and utter control of your body, sweetheart. You will not make a sound unless you are asked a direct question or are using your safe word. Not even a moan, Charlotte. That was the only time tonight you will be allowed to come without permission. You are not to orgasm unless I allow it. Your orgasms are mine. And, let me be very clear about something, that particular edict extends beyond what we do together this evening. You won’t always have to ask, but you are not allowed to get off on your own. That’s my job, and mine alone. Should you break this rule, you will be punished.”

She stilled and went rigid at my announcement.

“Sweetheart, trust, remember? I would never do anything to hurt you beyond adding to our pleasure. Do you have any questions?”

She shook her head slowly, and said, “No, not right now, but I probably will later.” I saw that she was nervous and soothed her by petting her body a few times, soft gestures of comfort and love.

“Before we begin, I’m going to warn you. You are already due for punishment.”

She gasped, “What for?”

I laid a hand on her throat and put just the slightest pressure there. “For even thinking about leaving me. I counted four times.” I pressed a little harder. “Although threatening to leave should warrant several more. But, I’m feeling generous and keeping the tally low. Be grateful for that and turn over, sweetheart. Get on your knees and forearms, legs spread wide and your sexy ass high in the air.”

She paused again, looking uncomfortable.

“There won’t be any anal play tonight,” I said, knowing the direction her thoughts had gone in. “Maybe someday, but don’t worry about that tonight.”

Tension seeped from her shoulders as I helped her turn and get into the right position. Then I situated myself behind her, my cock practically weeping at the sight of her body offered up to me, her arousal glistening on the lips of her pussy and the inner skin of her thighs.

Leaning over her back, I grasped her tits and squeezed, manipulating her nipples, twisting and plucking, ratcheting up her need. Going back to my original spot, I pushed her legs a little wider and used my thumbs to hold open the lips of her pussy so I could lick and suck all the evidence of her desire. After a few minutes, a moan slipped from her mouth and I immediately stopped and sat up.

“Silence,” I commanded, my voice hard as steel, much the same as my cock. “You broke a rule, sweetheart.”

Picking up the crop, I lashed it lightly across one round globe of her ass, ready to explode at the reddening of her creamy, white skin.

Charlotte cried out and I immediately halted to make sure she was okay. “Are you using your safe word, sweetheart, or do you trust me to go on?”

She didn’t answer right away and I began to worry that I was wrong about my belief that this would appeal to her. Then she spoke. “You can continue,” she said shakily.

“Since that was so unexpected, I’m going to forgive your outburst at the first lash. But, no more, Charlotte. I expect silence.” I waited and she obeyed, so I rubbed away the sting on her bottom, and kissed the skin. “I’m going to give you the punishment you tallied up so it’s out of the way.”

I checked to make sure that she was still wet, much needed proof that this was turning her on, and found her absolutely soaked. I administered two quick slaps of the crop on each cheek, then smoothed my hand over the pinked skin, helping to alleviate some of the sting.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Seeing these marks on your unmarred skin has me so close to coming.” Feeling her wetness again, I groaned. “Is it making you hot, sweetheart? Answer.”

“Y—yes. I didn’t think it would be so...” she trailed off, seemingly searching for the right word, “erotic.”

I smiled widely, even though she couldn’t see it.
Fuck yes!
I knew she was fucking made for me. I started to explore her body with my hands and mouth, always returning to her pussy, licking and nipping everywhere but where she wanted it most. She was shaking and squirming with the need to be vocal and when I finally ran my tongue over her clit, she couldn’t hold it in and cried out my name. I immediately slapped the crop across her ass, a little harder this time.

Then I took the leather strips and pressed them to her pussy, wetting them with her juices, before coming over her and bringing them to her mouth, commanding her to lick them clean. “See how much this turns you on, sweetheart? What I do to you, the taste I am always starving for.”

Before moving, I released the blindfold and looked deeply into her chocolate eyes. They were glazed over with passion, well on her way to subspace. I played with her tits and nipples on my way back to kneeling behind her. Then attacked her pussy with a vengeance, but backed off as soon as I felt her on the brink. I did it over and over until her body was humming with need and she was sucking in big gulps of oxygen.

“You’ve been such a good girl, sweetheart. I think you deserve a reward. Do you want to come?”

“Please, Gabe.”

I whipped the crop across her ass. “I did not specifically tell you to answer.”

She looked back at me, her lips pinched together, the color drained from them as she attempted to keep silent.

My mouth back on her pussy, I plunged two fingers into her tight little hole and heard her moan. I kept my position as I administered another lashing and greedily sucked up the rush of arousal that flooded my mouth.

“Come, Charlotte,” I mumbled against her.

Her orgasm ripped through her and I lapped up every drop, alternating between her clit and tongue fucking her, keeping her flying high for as long as possible. After she had come three times, she was limp and barely able to keep herself upright. I backed off and ripped away my boxers, unable to wait any longer.

“You were incredible, sweetheart. I’m proud of you for obeying me. Grab onto the headboard and this time I want to hear you. Scream the house down so everyone in this building knows you are being thoroughly fucked.”

“Gabe, I don’t think I can,” she whimpered.

I used my hand this time, leaving a beautiful palm print and draining my last reserves of control. “You can and you will, Charlotte. When I tell you to, you will come for me one more time.”

Strands of her long blonde hair were glued to the skin of her back from sweat. I grabbed a handful and wrapped it around my fist, tightening, but not pulling. My cock was so hard, I was worried I might blow the moment I was inside her. I squeezed the base for a second, trying to push back my orgasm. It was just enough that I had a little more confidence. I lined it up with her pussy and plunged inside, bottoming out in that first thrust. She screamed, the sound making my ears ring and making my cock, somehow, impossibly harder.

I set a punishing rhythm, thrusting in and out so hard that the bed slammed up against the wall. Her pussy was clenching around my dick, practically strangling the life out of it.

“Oh fuck. Damn you’re tight, sweetheart. Your pussy doesn’t want to let me go.”

Every time I pulled out, it fought to keep me, the suction almost too strong. I firmed my grip on her hair and began to tug it roughly with every forward shove, not enough to truly hurt her, but enough to cause a tingling prick of pain, adding to her experience.

“Yes, Gabe. Oh! Yes, yes, YES!

I felt her walls bearing down and I slapped her ass. “Not until I give you permission, Charlotte.” I could see her bite her lip, desperately struggling not to come.

“I could spend my life doing nothing but fucking you, sweetheart. Your pussy was created just for me. Oh fuck, yes! That’s it, take it deep and don’t let go. Fucking hell!” I was yelling as loud as she was at that point.

When I couldn’t take anymore, I brought my hand down on her ass four times, tugging her hair with each slap. “Come for me, Charlotte!” I bellowed and with one last drive deep, I pulled her hair hard and reached around to slap her pussy, setting us both skyrocketing into oblivion.

I’d never come so hard and long in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if that amount of come and the force with which it was shooting into her, made her birth control obsolete. Particularly with the way I felt Charlotte’s body taking every last drop. It was that fucking good.

G
abe woke me a few hours later and made love to me gently. It had none of the frenzied urgency of the night before but left me just as satisfied. He was careful with me as he stroked into me lazily, like he had all the time in the world. And I guessed he did since I’d agreed to become his wife. After we’d both come, he’d drawn me a bath, carrying me into the bathroom and sitting in the tub with me while I let the hot water soothe the aches I still felt from my introduction into the rougher side of sex. When I started to drift off in his lap, he lifted me out of the tub, dried us both off and carried me back to bed, where we’d spent the rest of the night wrapped around each other as we slept.

I woke again in the morning to the sound of Gabe’s voice. ‘Wake up, sleepy head.”

“Too early.” My voice was muffled by the pillow I buried my face into. I didn’t have another final until tomorrow and I had no desire to wake up until after noon. I needed to make up all the sleep I’d lost the last two nights. A loss that was well worth the pleasure I’d received, but one which needed to be at least partially caught up on soon or else I’d become a cranky bitch. No amount of orgasms would stop it from happening. I was a person who needed her sleep. If I was going to marry Gabe, it was a lesson he needed to learn sooner rather than later.
Wait a second.

I turned my head to the left and lifted my hand into my line of sight. There it was. The antique diamond ring Gabe had slid onto my finger last night. An engagement ring.
I’d told Gabe I would marry him.

“We’re engaged.”

He rubbed the underside of my finger along the gold encircling it. “Your future hubby refuses to leave home without a goodbye kiss.”

My freak out stopped in its tracks while he claimed my lips. As always, I lost myself in his kiss and all thoughts flew out of my brain. But then they came rushing back in as soon as he walked out of the bedroom and I heard the front door close behind him. In the cold light of day, without Gabe around to fog my mind, my decision to accept his proposal seemed insane.

I needed advice, and there was only one person I went to when I wanted input into my decisions. I groped at the nightstand for my cell phone to call my sister.

“Morning,” she chirped. “How are finals going?”

“Easy peasy so far.” My voice cracked as tears filled my eyes.

“Then why do you sound like it’s the end of the world?”

“A lot has happened since I last saw you,” I sniffled.

“Today is Wednesday, Charlotte. I saw you on Sunday. How much could have happened in three days? Is this about the professor you were telling me about?” Her pitch got higher with each question. “Did he hurt you? Do I need to send Brysen over?”

“Not unless he wants to see my engagement ring before you do.”

Dead silence met my flippant remark. I could practically picture the stunned look on her face. “I’m sending a car for you.”

“I can drive over, you know.”

“Nope,” she shot back. “No way. No how. This calls for alcohol and you’re drinking with me.”

I glanced down at the screen of my phone. “It’s only nine o’clock in the morning and I have my last final tomorrow.”

“Too bad, so sad,” she sighed. “’Cause you’re coming over and you’re drinking bloody marys or mimosas with me. Depending on how the conversation goes, we may move on to the harder stuff at lunch. And don’t even try to tell me you’re going to study today because we both know you’ve been ready for your exams for weeks.”

I couldn’t really argue with her. Not when she was right. “Whatever. Give me an hour to get ready.”

“Just so long as you don’t fall back asleep, or else I’m going to come over and pull you out of your bed,” she threatened.

“Fine,” I grumbled, tossing the blankets off my body and apparently talking to myself as I heard three beeps letting me know the call had ended. Odds were good that Elisa was already on the phone with a car service. I climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get ready because I didn’t have any time to waste. It was a good thing, too, because there was a call from the doorman to my cell phone fifty minutes later to let me know my car was here. When we pulled up in front of my sister’s home, she was waiting for me on the steps with a drink in each hand.

“You decided mimosas weren’t strong enough?” I asked, taking one of the bloody marys from her.

“No, I decided I was morally against mixing two thousand dollar champagne with orange juice.”

Startled laughter bubbled up from my throat. I pointed to the four million dollar house behind her. “I think you guys can afford it.”

“You’ve gotta draw the line somewhere.”

I followed her into the house, chuckling softly while we settled on the couch in her living room.

“Drink up and then tell me everything that’s happened with you and Professor Hottie.” I blushed at the thought of telling her about all the things Gabe had done to me in bed last night. She raised her eyebrows at me, her gaze scanning my face. “Okay, maybe you should leave out a few details. You are my baby sister, after all.”