He picked up the pace of his thrusting, his grip on her never letting up. Within a minute, he was pounding into her again, his grip on her as tight as ever. He kept thrusting in and out, deep and hard as ever, not noticing the redness on her skin from where he was holding her at the waist. It would not be long before the red turned into bruises. She was in pain but immense pleasure at the same time, completely surprised she was enjoying this. She was even more surprised he was fucking her like this. It was all completely unlike him and it drove her crazy.
Soon enough, he was grunting as he kept it up and she began to move her hips and down frantically, trying to match his speed and rhythm. She highly enjoyed the heat spreading from between her thighs out to her whole body, her face completely hot and flushed. He was completely transfixed by her breasts bouncing around as he pounded her. Only that caused him to let go of her waist in favor of reaching up and playing with her full breasts. She moaned loudly as he sucked on her nipples and then bit down. He groaned, sending shivers around her chest, and he was finally coming. He jerked his hip, pulled his head back, and grunted loudly before pulling out and lying on his back.
They both lay there, catching their breaths, completely satisfied by the experience. A few minutes of silence later, he said, “I don’t know what came over me.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s not usually how I do it, much less on the first time with someone.”
She sat up to look at him. He was covered in sweat and he was still huffing from the exertion. “Honestly, I was really surprised. But it was damn good.”
He chuckled and said, “Yeah, I wouldn’t have thought you’d like that so much.”
She laughed and responded, “Me neither.”
He finally sat up to look at her. He tilted his head and said, “Interesting. So something came over the both of us.”
She smirked and nodded. She got onto her knees and moved toward him saying, “I guess it’s just an effect we have on each other.” He looked at her, clearly wondering what she was up to. It was obvious she had a plan in mind and he assumed she wanted more, but he did not want to act on it. He would let her take control. She kissed him fervently, pressing her breasts against his bare chest as she reached down to palm his cock. After a couple minutes, she felt it begin to harden and she stroked it until he was fully hard. She pushed him onto his back and climbed over him, immediately lowering his hips so he was inside her. She supported himself by gripping his shoulder, her hips moving up and down on him rapidly. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned out breathily. He placed his hands on her wide hips, noticing the bruises already forming on her waist.
She moved up and down faster as she squeezed her pelvic muscles and, very soon, she was climaxing. She did not moan as loudly but the moans were much deeper and drawn out this time. He moved his hips up and down with her rhythm, focusing on her bouncing breasts and the sounds she made, and he was soon close to finishing. His jerky movements warned her and she hopped off him, crawling down and taking him in her mouth. She took him in completely and slid her tongue against his shaft as she sucked. “I’m about to cum,” he warned her shortly after. This made her suck harder and she tasted his cum filling her mouth, which she quickly swallowed. “Fuck,” he groaned out. She wiped her mouth and stood up, reaching out so he could take her hand. They both cleaned up in the shower and went to bed right after, falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning, they were lying in bed side-by side. They had both been awake for a while but had not spoken. They simply lied there, thinking about the previous night, content and fulfilled smile spreading over their faces. He finally turned on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “I think it’s safe to say we won’t be having problems in our sex life,” he said casually.
Vivian laughed and turned her head to look at him. She tapped his lips with her index finger and said, “I agree.” They spend the rest of the morning chatting before deciding to eat some breakfast. He showered, kissed her goodbye, and went off to run some errands. She showered and began to clean her house, a Saturday morning ritual of hers. Except it was now early afternoon and she was barely starting. It’s okay, she thought to herself, I can always make new rituals.
--THE END--
Breaking the Contract
Arlene slowly looked up at him from across the table as he continued to glower at her. He hated to be made a fool of and he went into a fit a rage if he thought someone was so much as hinting at it. Her decision to have fun with a friend, the type of fun he would never approve of, was unacceptable to him. The fact she had decided without consulting or even thinking of him had already been pushing it. But now standing up to him after he brought it up was the ultimate act of betrayal. She waited silently for him to explode. This did not lessen her shock, however, when he stood up and flipped the table over. His outburst, the loud bang as the table hit the floor, and the crashing of breaking dishes were all enough to make her jump in her seat. She stared at him, wide-eyed, because she did not think he would be so extreme. Then again, she was not entirely shocked either. Not if she put everything into perspective.
She made to get up and leave as fast as possible when she saw him approaching her, but he got there too quickly. He was huffing and there was rage in his eyes. He slammed his palms against the back of her chair on either side of her head, sending a jolt of panic through her body. She knew he had violent outburst when he was pushed to the edge but this was the first time she feared he would become aggressive directly with her. She swallowed hard and stared him directly in the eyes, willing herself to show as little fear as possible. He only continued to glare at her, his heavy breath hot across her face. “Don’t you ever dare disrespect me like this again, do you understand?”
She kept silent. Her mind was empty and racing all at the same time. He lowered his brows and tone of voice. “You better understand, for your own good.” He pushed back against the chair and walked out of the room, leaving her there to catch her breath. She had been holding her breath the entire time without noticing and now she felt light-headed. She made to stand up but as soon as she got on her feet she went tumbling to the floor. She could not hold herself up, much less could she walk. She attempted to break the fall with her hands only to have them land on broken crystal. Her blood stained to oak floor and the broken dishes surrounding her, along with the fine tablecloth that had already been ruined by coffee and jam stains.
Mandy, her housekeeper, rushed into the room with eyes bulging wide in surprise and concern. “Miss! Miss, oh dear, you’ve cut yourself! I’ll run out and get the first aide kit!”
“Wait, wait! It’s quite fine. I’ll take care of this myself. Please, just help me up.”
She hesitated for a brief moment before walking over and helping her up. Arlene took some time to steady herself before gently patting Mandy on the arm and pulling away. She made her way slowly out of the room, apologizing to Mandy for the mess and apologizing even more for not helping her clean it up.
She automatically made her way to the bedroom and dropped onto the bed without a single thought in her head. She was completely dumfounded. She felt numb. It was not just because of this morning’s ordeal. She was completely miserable in life. She hated her situation, hated this man she was set to spend the rest of her life with, and loathed the idea she had absolutely no freedom. How had she even ended up in this position? More importantly, how could she fight her way out of it?
To an outsider, she merely appeared to be an ungrateful and overly dramatic brat. From an outsider’s perspective, he was caring, kind, and generous albeit a bit possessive. But everyone seemed to consider it a fine tradeoff considering everything they assumed she got in return. They did not know the truth. They did not know hi
s traditional standards were ridiculous and extreme. They did not know about his fits of rage and how easily he could become annoyed. They had no idea something miniscule held so much meaning to him he was bound to fly off into a fit of fury. They would have never believed the scene that had just played out, much less suspect he could cause the sheer panic she had felt at that moment.
She was fed up with it all. He did not own her but he consistently behaved as if he were entitled to treat her as such. She was tired of living in a constant state of worry at setting him off, being completely confined in every way, and now being afraid for her physical safety. And having met a man who not only understood her and respected her but also made her laugh and genuinely enjoy life made her reality all the worse.
But this should not have to be her reality, right? She sat up on the bed and looked around the bedroom. It was completely taken over by him because he had only thrown his money at it. Nothing here showed genuine affection.
“We’re basically two strangers in some kind of contract,” she said in a hollow voice. Isaac sat quietly across her. He had objected to meeting her but she persuaded him by saying her fiancé would be out on business until late night. She insisted her would never find out. Truth be told, it was likelier the desperation in her voice that had finally pulled him into agreement. The reason did not matter to her all that much, only the result did. This was the calmest she had felt all day. Around Isaac, she actually felt at peace. She felt hopeful she might one day be happy. She did not necessarily think of him as her key to happiness but he certainly represented a beacon of hope. She felt free and able to breathe around him, something that afforded her clarity.
“Break the contract,” he said so low it was barely audible.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Most things we need or want are not simple. Doesn’t mean you should just let it continue.”
She sighed and leaned back on the couch, stretching and moving her arms about. Isaac stared at her. She could not make out the expression on his face. “You’re looking at me,” she said flatly.
“You’re being weird and flailing,” he replied just as flatly.
She stopped, arms hanging in midair, and stared him down. He did not flinch or even blink. She dropped her hands and pushed herself off the couch. Hands outstretched, she walked over to him and waited. He looked up at her with mild curiosity but did not take her hands. She groaned and placed them instead on her hips, staring down at him in annoyance. He smirked and quickly looked away. She rolled her eyes, feeling like they were schoolchildren playing a silly game without set rules. Beginning to feel awkward and self-conscious, Arlene turned around and started to walk away. She suddenly felt Isaac’s hand close around her wrist. He pulled her back and she lost her footing, falling right onto his lap.
Her eyes shot wide open and she scurried to get off. His arms quickly wrapped around her, holding her back. “No,” she said, “Let me off, I’m too heavy.”
He chuckled and said, “Don’t worry about that.” He got close to her ear and whispered, “Really,” sending chills down her spine. She stopped struggling against him and let her body gradually loosen up but his grip did not. It was not until her breathing calmed down that his arms relaxed but he did not stop holding her. She cleared her throat, feeling uncomfortable that his hands were resting on her round stomach. She placed one hand on his and attempted to move it off, only causing him to tighten his grip again. “What’s your problem?”
He pulled his head back and turned to look into her eyes. He raised an eyebrow in question but did not bother to respond to her. She scoffed and began struggling again. Exasperated, he opened his arms and she immediately got up.
She felt her face grow hot from embarrassment and exertion. Isaac got up from his seat and walked around until he was right in front of her. Reaching out, he placed a hand on her waist and held tight. “Is it this?” He then proceeded to playfully pinch her stomach and she leapt back. Her embarrassment was quickly boiling up to anger. Was he teasing her?
Noticing the change in her facial expression and her body tensing up, Isaac loosened his grip but placed his other hand on the other side of her waist and pulled her close to him. He looked into her eyes and said, “You’re amazing. Don’t let him take that away from you.” She gulped but stayed quiet. She had no idea what to say to that. He pulled her closer to him and she felt her stomach lightly graze his. Immediately, her body tensed up and she instinctively sucked in her stomach. He shook his head, smiled, and pulled her right up against him. “Don’t hide yourself,” he said in a low voice.
He leaned his head forward and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “That okay,” he whispered into her ear. She whimpered and relaxed her body. He gave her another gentle kiss at the corner of her lips. “I know I shouldn’t,” he said. She shivered at the feeling of his hot breath ghosting over her lips. Still, she said nothing. Her mind was screaming at her to stop this but she didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to stop. It was wrong and if her fiancé find out, he might set out on a rampage, but she wanted something more so badly.
In this moment, she was sure Isaac was not her solution. But he was the beginning and she intended to seize the opportunity. Aside from all else, he now made her feel sexy. This was something her fiancé had never achieved. When he actually did have sex with her, it felt obligatory or last resort. Isaac wanted her. He wanted every bit of her. In his eyes, she wasn’t just some large woman. Her curves were maddening to him, her round stomach was likeable and sexy, and her thick thighs were hot. He liked her body as much as he liked her personality and she found it thrilling. Everything she could never feel with her fiancé she felt intensely with Isaac and that was why she would allow herself to get lost in the moment. She would get carried away with him, enjoy it, and then deal with the reality later. She could change her reality afterward.
Isaac kissed the other corner of her lip. “Arlene,” he whispered, his hot breath landing on her lips again. She placed her hand at the back of his head and played with his hair. He leaned forward and have her a soft kiss on the lips. She whimpered again but then pulled him into a deep kiss. He melted right into it, pulling her body flush against his, and she felt his hard bulge against her thigh. She reached down and began palming it over his pants with her free hand, causing him to groan into her mouth. She gave a small moan in return as his hands ran all over her sides and back. He grabbed the hand with which she was rubbing him and moved it out of the way before repositioning himself and grinding his hard bulge against her groin. She moaned into his mouth, her hips moving against his. He kept grinding against her until their breathing was heavy, the sound of it filling the air.
He felt his body temperature rising, so he pulled back to take off his shirt. He looked at Arlene, then down at her chest, and back up at her. She gave a small nod. He reached out and slipped his fingers under her shirt. As he slid them up her stomach toward her breasts, her dragged the material with him. He swept over her breasts, continuing to draw up her shirt until he pulled it off her and dropped it on the floor. His eyes raked over her body. She instinctively wrapped an arm around her thick waist to cover her stomach, but he quickly removed it. He knelt down in front of her, kissing and licking her stomach. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her zipper.
He looked up at her and raised a questioning eyebrow. She nodded before sliding her eyes shut. He pulled down her pants and then he pulled down her panties. He brushed up and down her slit, very lightly, with his fingertip a few times. She drew in a deep breath and he looked up to see her eyes were now squeezed shut. He repressed his urge to chuckle before placing his lips on her. She let out a small whimper before his tongue darted out. He
licked her up and down softly a few times before pushing the tip of his tongue in. He repeated the motion a few times before plunging his tongue inside her. She moaned. He sensed his legs were about to give out so he held tight onto her hips as he move his tongue swiftly in and out, up and down. He could feel her wetness increasing and taste her on his tongue and lips. He stopped only when he was sure continuing would mean she would fall over. He kissed up her stomach slowly until her reached her breasts. He gave each nipple a quick, hard suck before kissing her neck and eventually giving her another passionate kiss.
Grabbing her by the hand, he led her into his bedroom. She pushed her toward the bed until she fell back on it. Looking down at her body, spread out on his bed completely naked, he was in awe. She noticed his eyes light up and she resisted the urge to cover up her stomach. He likes it, she reminded herself. He fumbled with the button of his pants for a few seconds before they popped open. His zipper began opening on its own from the bulge in his pants. Once he took them off, she took in the size of him and suppressed the urge to gape. He was quite large and already very hard. He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He opened it and carefully rolled it onto his cock.
He then climbed onto the bed over her and kissed her deeply. He looked into her eyes with a soft expression, the meaning behind it one she could not quite make out. He balanced himself with one hand, the other moving down her side to come at a rest at her hip. He dipped his head down to give soft kisses on her neck before whispering into her ear, “Are you sure?” Arlene nodded.
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