The Contract Read Free

was really mad.  I didn’t get mad like this often since it just wasn’t how I rolled.  I preferred sarcasm to actual anger.
    “If you do, then I’ll put you in restraints and give you two pills.  Speaking of restraints, he went into another of the countless rooms and brought out a pair of handcuffs.
    “You’re going too far, Cray.”
    He eased up next to me.  “I’m not using them yet, little bitch, just keeping them out where you know they’re right there.  Now do whatever bathroom things you need to do because soon you will be, shall we say, distracted.”
    I went through my routine in a daze and returned to the living room, starting to feel strangely warm.  Cray was watching me from the doorway, the bastard, and knew the second I realized what he’d given me.  My entire body had come alive as if I’d just had the best foreplay ever.  I tingled, finding myself arching my back to relieve some of the pressure that was happening in my loins.
    I looked over at Cray, ready to blast him for doing this to me, but he was simply wearing a pair of green boxers, and I couldn’t resist walking over to him and sliding my hands over his chest and those incredible abs.  Cray took a step back.  “I don’t know if I’m really in the mood, little bitch.”
    My pride had completely disintegrated.  “Please!”  I found my hand reaching to take the edge off when he said, “No, Alyssa.  It’s not going to be that easy.”
    My hand again began to reach down and he said, “Alyssa, look.”  He held up the handcuffs.  “You control yourself or these control you.”
    I had begun to pant and fell on my knees in front of him.  I ran my hands up and down his legs, then pulled the boxers down.  He was magnificent.  I’d never really been one who found beauty in the male cock, but this… Without another thought I sucked him into my mouth, hard.  This also was out of character for me.  I suppose it speaks of my selfishness but I’d rather receive than give.  Not this time.  This time I couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t taste enough of it, and I almost cried when he pulled away from me.
    I couldn’t really focus on him but he seemed nearly as stunned as I was.  He pulled me, protesting, to my feet.  I pressed myself against him, trying to hit that spot I needed.  He sighed.  “Alyssa, this was meant as a punishment for failing to get the mess you made cleaned up.”
    And I realized then he intended no release for me.
    I fell down to my knees and cried—big tearing sobs that I hadn’t cried in…well, maybe ever.  I felt unreal, dreamlike, and maybe that’s why I cried in front of him when usually I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.  But the tears were warranted because with Cray, there would be no changing his mind.
    Cray helped me up off the floor and put me into his bed.  I curled into a circle and mumbled, “Can I just…finish you? Please?”  Without waiting for an answer I turned to him where he’d also gotten into the bed and again had my mouth on him.  I took it as slowly as I could—big change from other times when I rushed through it—but it eased me somehow, and I would pull back again and again until Cray fisted my hair and forced me to push him over the edge, with me trying to swallow it.
    Cray lay on his back, one arm over his eyes.  “We are definitely going to have to do that again.”  He looked over to see me back in my circle, hands dangerously close to being out of bounds.  He looked at me for a long time, and I thought me might let me…but then he snapped a handcuff on one hand, threaded it through a post in the headboard, and snapped it around the other.  He looked at me for a long time, finally turning off the light and after giving me an uncharacteristic kiss on the forehead turned away from me to sleep.  My body was still hot and squirming, and I cried a little more, but eventually I found sleep as well.
     

Chapter Three
    I woke up the next morning