Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Steve’s P. O. V.

After wearing my bathrobe, I come to the room to open the door after having the sex best of my life in the shower.

As I open the door, I find my dad standing there.

“So, you were in the shower?” He asks with a hint of suspicion, and I try to conceal my embarrassment.

“Yes, Dad.” I give him a nod.

“Then where was Grace?” He asks in a teasing tone.

I try to avoid further embarrassment, but I fail and end up blushing like a teenager, nervously rubbing the back of my neck.

“Dad…” I stammer, trying to explain.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to explain. I can’t believe you two are getting closer. I’m happy.” He expresses his joy.

I feel sorry for him because he’s misinterpreting the situation.

“Dad…”

He interrupts, “Enjoy your time with her, and there’s no rush for breakfast.” He leaves, not giving me a chance to respond.

Dad, it’s not what you think. It’s just a physical relationship. I know the separation of us in three months will hurt you the most.

Why, Grace, why did you enter our life?

Grace emerges from the bathroom, draped in a towel, and my frustration grows, knowing my dad’s feelings are about to be hurt because of her.

After rushing to her, I just hold the knot of her towel and open it with force to make the towel fall to the floor.

In a swift motion, I bend her on the study table and pin her face against it before grabbing her hair with one hand and holding both of her hands behind her back.

I open the knot of my bathrobe and spread her legs with my foot before entering her from behind deeply, my grip on her hair getting tighter. She moans in pain and pleasure as I thrust into her, venting my anger on her with rough shots.

Anger has possessed me, and I don’t realise what I’m doing.

I release her hands and come out of her before delivering a hard spank on one of her buttocks. She jumps in pain, my one hand still pinning her face down on the cold table.

“Grace, you’re not doing right.” I jab into her deeply again, grabbing her waist this time. She places her hands on the table to balance herself, trying not to fall with my hard shots.

“You’re ruining everyone’s life.” In aggression, I continue thrusting into her, and she moans and yells in pain and pleasure.

I ram into her so hard that the table shakes under her, and her moans get even louder with each thrust. I groan in pleasure and anger, my nails digging into her skin, surely leaving marks on her body.

Even in my anger, I notice she looks so hot from behind while I’m fucking her. My attention goes to her ‘I’m the fire’ tattoo, and I grab her in that place.

We both climax together in the end, and I pant, falling on her. I immediately withdraw from her when I come to my senses.

I step onto the balcony without glancing at her, tying my bathrobe tightly.

Frustration courses through me as I grip the railing.

Damn! What was I doing? This isn’t me. I’ve always been a calm person. She brings out a side of me I didn’t even know existed.

I had hoped to spend these remaining months of our contract marriage in peace. No, I can’t let my anger manifest like this, especially not towards her.

I need to apologise. I won’t let anger define me. Because of her, I won’t change who I am.

As I enter the room, I find her standing in front of the mirror, applying makeup. I stand beside her, unnoticed.

“Sorry!” I apologise, startling her.

“Sorry for what?” She eyes me suspiciously, shifting her gaze from the mirror to me.

“Sorry for taking my anger out on you,” I explain, looking down, unable to make eye contact because of guilt.

“What? It was a great fuck. No need to apologise.” Her unexpected response shocks me, and I stare at her in surprise.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

I didn’t expect this reaction, but her bold nature always amazes me.

“You’re unbelievable, Grace.” I shake my head in disbelief, and as she returns to her makeup, I leave the walk-in closet.

***

I’m in my cabin with Mike, and he asks me suddenly.

“So, Steve, what have you thought about coming into a physical relationship with your contracted wife?”

“I’m continuing it because things have become better than before between us,” I answer, thinking about today our wild session in the bathroom and on the study table.

“I told you sex can do wonders.” He winks at me.

“True.” I nod. “Anyway today, Jace didn’t come with you. It’s the first time that you came alone to meet me.”

“Jace is now busy with his girlfriend, Steve. I think he will forget us in the future.” Mike makes a sad pout.

I shake my head. “No, Mike, he’ll never forget us.”

“Chill! I was just kidding.” He chuckles and adds, “Let’s just tease him. I’m sure he is with Zara only.”

As he takes his phone out of his pocket, I deny, shaking my head. “Mike, don’t tease him. Let him spend some quality time with her.”

“Oh, God. Steve, you’re so boring.” As he dials his number, I try to snatch his phone, but he stands up and playfully dodges my attempts to grab his phone. “Come on, Steve! It’ll be fun.”

I roll my eyes at his antics. “Mike, some things are better left untouched. Leave Jace to enjoy his time with Zara.”

“No, I’m not.” He chuckles, calling Jace, and I give up.

Jace’s P. O. V.

Zara lies naked on the bed, her wrists tied to the bedpost, and her eyes blindfolded. She looks so tempting in this position that I’m getting hard.

As I tease every inch of her body, taking ice in my mouth, her moans fill the room, arousing me more.

“Jace… please…” She begs me to enter inside her as I rub myself against her dripping-wet crotch.

But before I can enter inside her, my phone rings continuously.

Fuck! I should have put it on silent.

Before I can move away from her to switch off my phone, she stops me, wrapping her legs around me, startling me.

Her desperation to have me drives me crazy! I think I should tease her more to make her more desperate for me.

“Zara, I have to check my phone. Maybe it’s important.” I say, withdrawing her legs from my body.

“No, Jace. You can’t leave me like this,” she whines, sexually frustrated as I take my phone from the side table.

“Be quiet, baby. I’m picking up the phone. It’s Mike.” As I tell her, she pouts, squeezing her legs shut.

I pick up the phone, trying to sound casual. “Hey, Mike, what’s up?”

His voice echoes through the phone. “Jace, my man! Why didn’t you come to meet us today?”

I glance at Zara, who’s still blindfolded, waiting eagerly. “Ah, you know, I wanted to spend some quality time with Zara.” I reply, trying to keep my tone steady.

My fingers start making circles between her legs, and she bites her lips to suppress her moans. That’s a sight worth watching.

“Oh! We just want to tell you we’re missing you.” Mike’s voice crackles through the phone, and I roll my eyes at his timing.

“Yeah, Mike, missing you too.” I respond, slowly sliding my finger into Zara, causing her to bite her lips and clench her hands.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you, bro?” He asks in a mischievous tone, trying to act innocent.

“Not at all, Mike.” I answer, finger fucking Zara.

It excites me the way she is controlling her moans.

“Enjoy your time, man.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Mike. Bye.” As I end the call, Zara lets out a pleasure-filled moan.

I increase the intensity of my movements, watching her body squirm beneath me.

Her moans grow louder, and her body tenses with every jab of my fingers. I can feel her approaching the edge, and just when she’s on the brink of release, I withdraw, leaving her gasping for more.

“Please, no more teasing, baby.” She cries out.

After coming close to her face, I take off her blindfold and whisper against her lips, “Promise no more teasing, Zara.”

I capture her lips in a passionate kiss and finally give her what she was yearning for.