Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Grace’s P. O. V.

“Whom does your body belong to?” He asks as he thrusts into my mouth with his hard dick, fisting my hair. I’m knelt in front of his standing figure, partially naked, my wrists bound behind my back with his tie, my mouth drooling, and my knees pressed against the grass.

I can’t believe we’re doing this in open space, in the garden. Steve must have given clear instructions to our bodyguards to not let anyone enter inside, but it is still quite thrilling.

And oh my god, the way he is dominating me today, it’s arousing me more. Although he isn’t giving me what I yearning for, I’m still savouring every bit of his control over me. It is… I’m speechless.

He emerges from my mouth and demands, “Answer me, Love? To whom does your body belong?” His voice, laced with dominance, sends a shiver down my spine.

I respond, panting and drooling. “You, Steve. My body belongs to you-” he silences me with a hard thrust, clutching my hair.

“Whom does your soul belong to?”

“Whom does your pussy belong to?”

“Whom do you belong to?”

He continues to jab himself deeper and deeper into my throat and takes his dick out of my mouth to make me answer his questions.

Fucking hell! His possessiveness, his dominance, and his wildness are out of the world. My plan to tease him succeeded because I’m loving every bit of it.

I can feel him throbbing inside my mouth. But before he can cum, he pulls himself out of me and stands behind me. Leaning down, he unbinds my wrists while I catch my breath back.

The anticipation of what’s coming next is driving me insane.

“Stand up and bend over the bench.” My breath hitches, listening to his commanding voice.

Damn! He’ll certainly kill me today. It seems as if something has possessed him.

Although I want to create more trouble for myself by defying him, I’m not in a condition to do that. So I comply with his orders, standing up, and bending over the bench, holding its backrest rail.

As he approaches me, my heart beats with anticipation. “Are you yearning for me, Wifey?” He asks, standing a few inches away from me.

“Yes. I want to feel you deep inside me.” I express my desire and feel a pool of liquid between my thighs.

“But do you deserve it?” He questions, taping his hardness on my wetness, arousing me more.

Do I deserve it after deliberately bringing up the photographer in our conversation just to tease him when I didn’t even see him properly during the shoot? My all attention was on one man, and that’s my husband, right now who is punishing me for teasing him.

Whatever it is, I need him now. I can’t wait any longer. Hasn’t he punished me enough? After all, he knew I was just teasing him.

“Just fuck me, Steve,” I demand, glancing at him over my shoulder.

A smirk spreads across his face, which isn’t good for me.

“Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my clit with his thumbs agonisingly slow.

As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little pussy this time.”

My heart almost stops beating, and my clit throbs upon listening to his warning.

Is he really my husband? I never imagined him dominating like this with me. It’s unbelievable but pleasurable. It was my darkest sexual fantasy which he is fulfilling today.

His warm breath caresses my neck as he whispers in my ear. “Understand?”

“Yes,” I answer, feeling heat spreading down my body.

“Good.” Saying this, he pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning, causing me to scream with ecstasy.

Fuck! I love it.

“You’re my wife.” He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. “You belong to me.” He gives me a hard thrust, shushing my moans with his palms. “Don’t ever try to even think about any other man. Only I should be in your mind twenty-four seven hours.” And with a last deep hard thrust, he releases inside me, groaning.

He falls heavily on me, panting, and withdrawing his hands from my mouth.

After catching his breath back, he stands up and pulls up his trousers, and I turn around and stare at him in shock.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

What about my orgasm?

“What? No orgasm for you. It’s your punishment.” He states, buttoning his trousers.

“Steve, I was just teasing you. You can’t do this to me.” I grumble, sexually frustrated.

He steps closer to me and gently ties the knot of my dress strap. “Wifey, it’s time to go home. Twins will be waiting for us at home.” Ignoring my words, he says and pulls up my undies.

“Steve, you can’t leave me on the edges,” I complain while he straightens down my dress.

“This is what happens when you mess with me, Mrs Grey. Take this as a lesson for the next time you want to tease me.” He tells me, taking his handkerchief to clean my face, his eyes growing darker.

Oh no! I was having fun teasing him, enjoying his punishments, until this one. He just can’t leave me unsatisfied.

“But-”

He shushes me with a passionate kiss, cupping my face. “Let’s go home.” He lifts me in his arms.

“You’re so evil,” I murmur, resting my head on his chest, exhausted from the photo shoot and, of course, what happened after that. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too, Wifey.” He kisses my hair, carrying me out of the garden, and I snuggle into him. Although I’m left unsatisfied, after coming into his warm arms, I forget everything.

***

We reach home. I slept during the entire car ride, burying my face in Steve’s chest and wrapped in his warm arms.

As we enter our room, a smile spreads across our faces at the sight of our twins. Giana sits comfortably in Zara’s lap, her chubby cheeks glistening in the soft light, while Evan enjoys his tummy time, his tiny legs kicking in excitement as Olivia shakes the rattles in front of him.

As their eyes fall on us, Giana outstretches her tiny arms towards us, weeping, making adorable faces. Evan, on the other hand, lets out a scream, as if scolding us for leaving him alone for so long.

Oh… my little munchkins! They missed us as much as we missed them.

My heart warms up with love, and I rush to Giana before scooping her up into my arms. “Oh, my little angel, we missed you so much,” I whisper, showering her with kisses. She snuggles into my embrace, sucking on my chin, her tiny fingers grasping my dress.

Steve picks up Evan, who continues to scream, his face scrunched up in annoyance.

“It’s okay, buddy, we’re here now,” Steve reassures him, rocking him gently in his arms, but his screams become louder.

“We’re sorry, Evan. Promise now Mama and Dada will never go leaving you and your sissy alone.” I apologise, stroking Evan’s hair, and Giana buries her face in my shoulder.

Finally, Evan stops screaming and passes an adorable smile to us before resting his head on Steve’s shoulder. Steve sighs and kisses his tiny head.

“Thank you, Zara, for taking care of them in our absence.” Steve expresses his gratitude to Zara, who smiles warmly in return.

“Don’t say thank you, Steve. I love to spend time with them.”

“But it still means a lot to us, Zara,” I say, looking at Zara. My hand continuously rubs my princess’s back, and her little hand plays with my half-heart pendant. She relishes this.

***

At night, our twins are lying between us in our bed. They are both wide awake, their tiny hands and feet moving in sync as they coo and babble with excitement.

Steve and I lie on either side of them, admiring our precious little munchkins with hearts full of love and wonder. They are perfect copies of each other, except for the colour of their eyes; everything else is identical.

“So did you enjoy the photoshoot after a year break?” As Steve asks, catching my attention, I grin at him.

“Enjoy? I love it. Being back in front of the camera felt exhilarating, especially with you by my side.” I reply, stroking Giana’s soft brown hair as she nestles closer to me. My eyes remain fixed on Steve. “Thank you for pushing me to continue this, Steve. After a long time, I feel as though I have rediscovered myself.”

He leans over the twins and captures my lips in a soft kiss, caressing my cheeks. “You can thank me in a better way tomorrow. Then maybe I give you orgasms.” He gives me a mischievous wink before moving away from me.

I entwine my tiny finger with his above the twins, smiling. “Of course, husband. You truly deserve a proper thank you.”

His eyes glint with excitement. “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

“Anyway, I relish the way you controlled me today. I didn’t know you had such a dominant side.” I admit, trailing my fingers lightly over his arm. “It was incredibly thrilling and… satisfying, despite the frustration at the end.”

He chuckles softly, his gaze lingering on our twins before returning to me. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, Grace. You bring out different sides of me, ones I didn’t know existed. And I have to say, seeing you submit to me like that was incredibly arousing.”

I feel a blush creeping up my cheeks at his words, but I can’t deny the thrill that runs through me at the memory of his dominance. “Well, you certainly surprised me, Steve. But I must admit, I loved every moment of it.”

“I’m just getting started, love. There’s so much more I want to explore with you.” He murmurs, his voice low and husky with promise.

I swallow hard, feeling a thrill of anticipation coursing through me at his words. “I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me, Steve,” I whisper, leaning above the twins to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.