Sex Contract

As he slammed me against the seat, he tore the garment he felt was so precious.

"Luke"

He said, "You're mine," and I was his. His heated mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth worked my throat on the plush limo seat. I murmured, nerves tingling. I couldn't say no.

No air, no thought. Luke's hands were everywhere, and my corset made it hard to breathe. I saw stars as he half-removed, half-ripped my wedding dress, exposing my breasts and pantyhose. His hot lips descended on my neck,

I worried whether I'd married a hidden vampire who would consume my virgin body. Not me. Except for my ass, and judging by the way he was rubbing it, he didn't want me to be virgin there for long.

The notion hit me like a rocket when he scraped his teeth on my collarbone and then kneeled alongside me in the limo. He softly but firmly grabbed my chin.

"I'm fucking you," he said. "You'll scream."

Laughing, I nodded. Nothing to say. I needed his cock in my pussy so desperately that I would have done anything for it.

I gulped.My hips were seized by rough hands, and I was forced across the smooth leather of the seat until I was kneeling next to him. I was wearing tight garments that was wrapped around my waist. I was also dressed in stockings and pantyhose. My mile-high satin stilettos and the bullet-shaped vibrator that he'd used to drive me to orgasm during our wedding ceremony were still in my clitch . I had the intention of getting rid of them, but I waited for his approval first. I wasn't going to give him any cause to back out of fucking me.

He touched my ass as if assessing a horse or dog. I felt diminished and vulnerable. Luke King wanted to fuck me, and I could only say no.

My wet pants were shoved aside, and the vibrator dropped to the limo floor. I miss it. I'd done well. Luke pressed his thumb on my pussy's smooth opening, making me tremble.

He said, "You're ready."

Using his other thumb, he parted my slippery lips, revealing my tight, throbbing channel to his sight. I gulped and lowered my head as the vehicle sped up.

Before I could turn to see what he had, he whacked my ass hard enough to make me weep.

He smirked, "No peeping." When his soothing fingers returned to my pussy, the sensation seemed much greater. The item blocking my entry pushed forward, and I was startled how readily and eagerly I parted.

Panting, I let it penetrate me. It was greater than I'd anticipated, a lengthy, agonizing scrape against inner barriers. I gasped and relaxed as it became wider. Luke tickled and stroked my pussy the whole time. Stars raced across my vision as I attempted to get enough breath, but the corset held me fast, and all I could do was lay helplessly against the limo seat, hands clasped, forehead sweat-stained.

Unexpectedly, the item in my ass slipped through the muscular ring, and my body clenched around it. Plug anal. It filled me up-but not where I wanted to be filled-and I wriggled with yearning. My hands slowly slid down my body. My heavy breasts rubbed against the leather, sending chills down my arms. I massaged my clit after feeling it on my tummy.

Luke's heavy hand hit me again, and I yelped. He clucked at me like a teacher. "I promised to rape my bride, Joyce. When you're ready, I'll decide." My wrists were grabbed.

Too aroused to protest, I let him twist my arms. One hand held me easily, but I didn't resist. The drawer opened again, and I wondered what sort of kinky dungeon limo this was.

I felt leather caress my fingertips and knew what he would do. I held breath.

He put a thin leather sleeve over my hand, wrist, and arm. Then he covered my other hand. My skin warmed the material. He pulled my arms together and secured them with leather straps until they reached the top of my arm. I was stuck. My puss ached with desire and need.

Luke touched my labia lips. He remarked, "You're so wet." His fingers stirred in my wet clit.

"Do you truly want me?"

I said "yes." "Yes, please, fuck me hard."

He loved my nasty words.

I replied, "Your cock in my cunt." "Fuck me till I can't walk,"

He spanked me unexpectedly. Hard.

"No," he murmured, stroking my ass again. His touch shook my full ass and empty cunt." Say you desire me."

I whimpered as a finger penetrated my pussy.

As his finger pumped in and out, I struggled to think clearly.

I said, "I want Luke." Want you. Please. Don't..." I didn't know what to say. "Fuck me,"

I wanted him to ride me till I couldn't walk or feel anything anymore. His shirt stroked my ass and his tuxedo trousers grazed my thighs. I groaned and shivered as his balls caressed my clit as he rotated his hips into me.

He said "Joyce, You're gorgeous."

"I'm happy we married."

He fucked me.

His cock and plug entered my pussy and ass, but he moved so slowly, I wanted to scream. I would have, too, if he hadn't directed his cock lower and stroked something within me that set me alight, something I'd never felt before. Each long, drawn-out thrust of his cock speared it, sending lights pinwheeling over my vision.

I sweated profusely. Something within me broke apart with every hip nudge.

I just heard my own screams and Luke's panting. As he penetrated me, my arms, shoulders, and knees hurt. Every time he pushed me, I went over the brink. I could sense the roaring nothingness a few feet away, and panic scrambled in my thoughts. I'd fall if he pushed me. I'd get sucked in. I'd die.

I wanted it.

"Please," I asked , begging him. "Please... "