Sex Contract

He laughed and put his arm around my shoulders as if we were a couple. I hated how his laugh rained on me. Also liked it. "I'll follow your will," he promised.

That was a challenge, but I didn't want to accept it. Instead, I said "thanks." I hesitantly wrapped my arm around his waist and felt his rock-hard body. I'd never touched him so intimately before. He was already nose-deep in my pussy, but I hadn't done anything to him.

The fire he stoked in the Italian restaurant flared up again, and I had to swallow my dry tongue and reconsider.

I wanted to sucking his scrotum. I wanted to suck it,.

The lean, well-built body next to me moved with barely-controlled energy, like a dancer or martial artist.

I moistened my lips .

"Elegance. "He said, "Nothing showy."

He was talking about my wedding dress. I sigh. I've always wanted a big tulle skirt.

Luke King released go of my shoulders and walked away.

Luke King stared at me for a bit, then motioned to the sales assistant. "Both. Bring a wedding dress and telenova."

The assistant murmured, "I don't believe we have telenova gowns."

"Whatever is nearest," King instructed.

"Thanks," I murmured, embarrassed.

I couldn't interpret his statement since the sales assistant returned with two clothes. I accepted them, thanked him, and headed for the dressing rooms.

Luke King walked into my dressing room,.

"Pardon?" As he entered, I remarked. There was space for two ladies. Luke King took up more room than his physique allowed.

I gripped my Telenova dress and stared.

He shrugged. "I thought you may need some help," he replied, as if his gaze weren't wandering over my body and the armload of tulle I held.

His aftershave and manly aroma captivated my nose. Last time we were in this position, he had his hands on my breasts just five minutes of our first encounter. I fought down the abrupt remembrance.

I knew from his green eyes that he was also remembering. Lips licked slowly.

I threw the dress at him. I said, "Here,"

Every inch of flesh he showed fed the fire. His breath rasped and his body tensed like a bow.

My blouse and pants fell off as I gasped for oxygen. Never felt so vulnerable. In my bra and pants, I felt like he was examining my bones.

He stood motionless as my pulse quickened and my lips parted.

He said, "Raise your arms."

I obeyed by licking my lips. He slipped my wedding gown over my head and guided my arms into the off-the-shoulder sleeves. His fingers were little rough, and they ruffled my nerves as they touched my arms.

He took the tight fabric from my face.

He said, "Turn."

Then I heard the zipper hiss as he carefully pushed up the dress.

As the dress's bodice tightened, I realized it was too tiny. "Er, I need a bigger size?"

"No," he answered thickly. "No, you don't,"

The tight bodice left me unable to breathe. His warm hands twisted me around.

He said, "Open your eyes."

"You're fantastic."

He stepped out of my path as I pointed to the door. I climbed the platform. First, I looked in the mirror.

Well... It wasn't a Telenova gown, but I instantly understood why the assistant laughed.

White, fluffy fabric swaddled me. My chest was lost in the frenzy of flowers and sparkle. My tiny shoulders couldn't support the neckline, and my boyish figure was lost in the enormous skirts. I looked like a youngster in her mom's wedding dress. Not womanly enough.

Not a surprise. I looked like a small girl, and never more so than when my life was slipping away.

I looked terrible in my fantasy dress.

I swallowed my emotions and ran back to the changing room with the skirt.

Luke scowled. "What's wrong?" he inquired. My disappointment must have been visible.

I shrugged bravely. I agreed. "I should go classy."

, I shut the door and massaged my eyes while he stood there.

He said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I" I sputtered.

"I thought this outfit was wonderful. Nope. I want to appear like a princess in one, but..." I sighed. "Whatever. It's meaningless."

He paused. He answered, "I understand." "Could it be changed?""

"It's irrelevant." I twisted to reach the zipper.

He responded, "You've desired that outfit since you were a child."

I chuckled. "I'm not a young girl anymore, even though I appear like one."

He stretched his hands and thought. "The distance between dream and reality deepens with time,"

I responded, "Whatever." Tears blinding my eyes, I turned aside and unbuttoned the garment. I didn't want his fancy clothing.

His warm hands touched my shoulder. Some pitiful urge prevented me from ignoring him. Everything sucked. I wanted it fixed. Why wasn't I shopping with mom and Odelia? Why wasn't I marrying my boyfriend? How come?

My shoulder was squeezed. I sensed him withdrawing.

I took his hand.

I didn't know what to do with it when I caught it, so I remained there.

Luke hesitantly followed me. Then his fingers tightened, reigniting our electric charge.

"You look wonderful in white," he muttered, then pulled his hand away and began unraveling the dress, unhooking the fastenings, and tortuously pulling down the zipper. My back was slowly exposed, and he kissed every inch.

I was aroused. My legs went wobbly and I placed my hands on the wall to steady myself. His gentle, warm lips tugged feelings from my skin I didn't know existed, and I bit my lip.

I said, "Oh."

He withdrew.

"Joyce? "

I urged him, "Don't stop."

"What?"

I'd heard an edge in his voice when he'd trapped me in his office and made me come.

I said, "Keep kissing me."

"You can't make demands," he replied. Then he grabbed my neck and dragged me away from the wall.

This was a hazardous game, but I didn't care. I loved his lessons. His hard palm held me up as I sank against him.

He said, "Spread your legs." His breath drove goosebumps up my neck and scalp, and I obeyed without thinking. I widened my posture by walking outwards.

His palm grasped my hair, not cruelly but firmly. He controlled me.