by Jamie Knight
I wiggle out the kinks in my muscles before looking down at the contract. I’ve rested on the carpet right under my face.
“This is a contract made between Daniel Davies and Gemma Samuels. I’m assuming we’re signing in these blank spaces by our respective names.” I don’t expect Daniel to give any kind of affirmative, but what I hear is also unexpected. It’s the sound of a zipper going down. I turn around to see him unzipping his pants. “What are you doing?”
“What I want.”
Clearly, he’s not going to give me any more of an explanation, and I know he wants me to continue reading the contract, so I turn back to it and pick up where I left off.
“Gemma Samuels agrees to the below in exchange for,” Daniel has listed everything he plans on giving me. Before I get to the first item, I feel his cock slap my ass. My eyes go wide, but I keep myself from turning around. Is this what he’s going to do while I try to review this thing? He has a kink for distracting me.
“Keep reading,” Daniel commands.
I clear my throat and get back to the contract. “Gemma Samuels agrees to the below in exchange for weekly installments to be deposited into her account by Daniel Davies. The amount should cover all expenses pertaining to her law firm, Samuels & Samuels, obtaining her degree, and to maintain a good quality of life.”
His hands grab my ass on the last word and pull me into his crotch. Dan’s hard cock glides against my folds, sending a chill up my spine.
Oh, fuck!
“Gemma Samuels agrees to adhere to requests made by Daniel Davies. The requests will often be of a sexual nature but are not exclusionary. If Gemma Samuels ever feels uncomfortable with a request, whether it is before, during, or after — the safe word is ‘moon.’ If Gemma Samuels uses the word moon, then any actions will cease, and there can be a conversation regarding how to move forward.”
Davies is biting my ass cheek now, and I cannot concentrate. He keeps getting suspiciously close to my pussy, but just like last week, he avoids it almost completely.
“Daniel,” I whine.
“Keep reading,” he mumbles against my ass.
I let out a long sigh and look back down at the contract. “Gemma Samuels will be in an exclusive relationship with Daniel Davies and vice versa.” I’d never even thought about the possibility of seeing other people. I’m not much of a dater, so that was a given, but I guess Daniel doesn’t owe me that. Well, that’s not totally true because if I sign this contract, he will.
“The relationship outlined in this contract will remain secret. This means details of meetings, messages, transactions, and anything else pertaining to the sexual relationship of Gemma Samuels and Daniel Davies.”
I’m shaking from all the touches Daniel is giving me. He’s not doing a damn thing to relieve the pressure building up in my core. Everything he does just makes it that much worse, which is making it that much better at the same time. I want him to stop, so I can catch my damn breath, but then that would mean he’s not touching me anymore — fucking Catch-22.
“This relationship will last three months, and enough money will be transferred to Gemma Samuels from Daniel Davies in order to fully fund her life until she graduates and the firm, Samuels & Samuels, has enough in their expense account to function for a year.” That’s a lot of money. To think he just has all of that to burn.
“If any party fails to adhere to the points stipulated in this contract, the relationship will be dissolved. Non-disclosure remains intact regardless.”
I can’t think of anything else to add. It’s actually more than I thought I was getting. I mean, Daniel has done this before, so maybe this is just par for the course, but this whole thing is crazy.
“Is that the end?” Daniel’s voice is still muffled. He’s kissing his way up my back. His cock presses into my folds, and God almighty, it feels enormous. It was in my mouth the other week, so this is information I already have, but I’m just being reminded of what a monster cock he has. And it’s about to be inside of me!
“Yeah, that’s the end. Give me a pen.”
“Right now?”
“Yea, right now. You want me to sign this thing, right?” I’m eager to get started. I remember what he said about doing anything and everything once we dotted our i’s and crossed our t’s.
“You don’t have anything to add?”
“No! You wrote a good contract, and I happen to like certain stipulations, so can I sign it or not.”
Daniel holds up his hands and gets up. He brings his pants back over his hips and zips them up. He grabs a pen from his desk and passes it down to me. I quickly write out my signature everywhere that Daniel has earmarked. It takes me less than a minute before I shove the contract back in his face. I stand up, so we’re front to front. I’m trying to be intimidating, but it’s hard because I’m both short and naked.
“Thank you,” he smirks, taking the contract from out of my hands.
“Does that mean you’ll come in my mouth?”
Dan looks so stunned. I almost laugh. I didn’t think he was going to be surprised by that question. I did bring it up last week.
“We’re going to do something else first.” He loosens his tie, pulling it off his neck. And then suddenly, I’m on the desk, and Daniel is between my legs. “Give me your hands.”
I present my wrists to him, and he wraps them up in his tie before tying the tie to the desk. I’m stuck in this lying down position, no way to move my arms. I wonder if he just doesn’t want me to touch him. He got so weird when I gave him a blowjob last time. Who knows?
Daniel throws my legs over his shoulder. His breath skirts along my thighs, soon followed by his lips. He goes back and forth between the right and the left, getting closer and closer to my center, causing me to quiver with anticipation. I feel the wetness from my pussy dripping onto my thighs and Daniel’s desk. I’d feel bad if I wasn’t so fucking horny.
I feel his mouth close around my clit. My ass rises off the hard surface, but Daniel pushes my hips back down. He’s using his tongue to explore the depths of my pussy. I barely know what to do with myself. It all feels so good, and the only thing I want to do is touch him. I want to run my fingers through his soft hair, pull him on top of me, so I can feel his dick thrust in and out of me. However, all I can do is squirm around on this table, pulling against the bindings.
“Daniel!” I gasp.
His head pops up, and he shakes it. “You have to be quiet. You wouldn’t want everyone knowing what we’re doing, do you?”
That would be so embarrassing, but I’m so wrapped up in how great this all feels, I’m not sure I can make a rational decision right now.
Daniel grabs a cloth napkin for one of his drawers and stuffs it in my mouth. “That should do the trick,” and then he’s back down in my folds, licking up and down my slit. The pressure keeps building and building. It feels like I’m in heaven. I’m going to have to pinch myself when this is all over to make sure I haven’t died.
I can’t believe I’m getting paid for this.
Chapter Eighteen - Dan
Gemma’s tied to my desk and her pussy tastes just as good as I expected. Better even. She’s straining in the binding I made for her, her entire body taut. If I was a weaker man, I would have fucked her by now. It’s not that I really don’t want to, but if I do, I’m worried I’ll make a mistake, and I don’t have a lot of room for errors.
Eating her pussy is good enough for now. I’d use my fingers too, but she’s wiggling do damn much, I have to use my hands to keep her hips from flying off of the table. Her thighs press against the force I’m using to keep them apart.
Her muffled moans come through the gag I gave her. She’s going to be a loud one, that’s for sure.
I keep sucking on Gemma’s clit until I feel her entire body shudder. She lets out a long moan that lets me know she just had a great orgasm. I love watching her. She puts up a front but then melts when I touch her. I can’t let that get to my head, though. I’m goi
ng to treat Gemma like any other pet and keep the feelings out of it.
When Gemma’s body stops shuddering, I pick myself up and hold my body over hers. She looks up at me dreamily, the haze of sex all over her face. I take the gag out of her mouth and then untie her from the desk but keep her wrists bound together.
When she’s able to move more, Gemma picks herself up a little to give me a kiss. I tangle my fingers in her hair, pressing my lips into hers even harder. She wraps her legs around my torso, pulling our pelvises together. I know just what she’s trying to do, but I’m stronger than that. I’ll just have to distract her with something else.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth?” I grumble against her lips.
She moans and nods. I pull her off of my desk and push her head down until she is kneeling in front of me. I unzip my pants and pull my dick out. Gemma takes a quick glance at her still tied together hands, but doesn’t say anything. I expected her usual sass, but this time, she just opens her mouth and wraps her lips around my shaft.
“Fuck,” I sigh.
This virgin has a lot more confidence the second time around, taking my entire cock, letting it hit the back of her throat. Her warm tongue swirls around my dick, getting her fair taste. I was going to go slowly since the first time was slow going, but Gemma seems ready to jump in. I shouldn’t treat her with kid gloves if that’s not what she wants.
Grabbing onto the back of the head, I get a good grip on her hair. I thrust my hips into her mouth. She starts gagging. Worried I made the wrong choice; I pull back.
“Are you trying to say ‘moon?’ Was that too much?”
“No,” Gemma shakes her head. “Do it again. I liked it.”
Her tongue darts out and licks some of the precum that got onto the outside of her mouth. I take a deep breath. Even though Gemma ended up okay with what I did, I can’t lose control of myself like that. I loosen my grip on Gemma’s hair and make my thrust a little less violent. Thankfully, Gemma’s still tied up. When she was touching me last time, it was a sensory overload — though, right now is approaching one rather quickly.
Gemma’s hollows out her cheeks, sucking the dear life out of me. Her tongue keeps flicking over my tip, stimulating every nerve-ending she can find. When I feel all the blood rush down, I bend over, shuddering as I come in Gemma’s mouth. She keeps sucking on me until she’s gotten every last drop, and I have to grab onto the edge of my desk to keep from falling over.
Gemma brings her head back, so my dick falls out of her mouth, and she looks up at me. “Anything else you need me to do?” Her lips glisten with the remnants of the seed that just rushed out of me. It’s one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.
There’s so much more I want her to do, but it’ll have to wait for another day. I stand up straight and put myself back in my pants. “That’s all. Next time, I’ll give you a lesson on being my pet.”
Her shoulders slouch, and I can see the disappointment in her face. It’s nice to know that it’s there. It means she’s not just in this for the money.
“Okay, then.”
She doesn’t push too hard, thank God. I don’t really have a reason for why I’m delaying things. “Because I want to” should be enough since she’s at my beck and call, but knowing Gemma, she’d want something more comprehensive.
“Could you untie me?” She turns her body slightly, giving me a better view of her bound wrists.
“Of course. I’m not going to make you walk out of here like that.”
“I don’t know, Davies. You’re a weird one.”
I think she’s being serious until I look at her face, and it’s clear that she’s joking.
“Okay, Samuels. Get over here.”
She giggles while standing up, turning her back towards me, so I can get my tie. When her wrists are free, she rubs them for a second while trying to locate her clothes. She goes over to the door where they’re in a pile. She starts to get dressed.
“Would you like my number?” she asks quietly.
“Huh?”
I was trying to look away while she got dressed — another attempt at controlling my stupid libido.
“Do you want my number? My cell phone? It would be easier to reach me, especially when I’m not at the office.”
I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that. We’ve been calling one another through our work phones as if that was the most efficient way to do things.
“Yeah, you can write it down on the notepad on my desk.”
I look at Gemma, and she’s pulling a face. She seems surprised with my answer but just nods to herself and then goes back to getting dressed. Once she’s back to decent, she walks over and picks up a pen from my pen cup. She quickly locates the notepad and scribbles some numbers down.
“There you go. My personal number. Now you can reach me whenever, and you don’t even have to call.” She places the pen and pad back on my desk before looking up at me. “I’m guessing you don’t have a brush?” I shake my head. “Then I’ll have to make do with what I’ve got.”
Gemma feels in her pockets and pulls off a rubber band. “Don’t want to walk through the office with freshly sexed hair.” She gathers up her dark hair and puts it in a high bun. “Well, freshly kind of sexed hair.” Her eyes are challenging me. I usually like it when she pokes at me, but she’s getting a little too close to a secret, and I’d rather steer clear.
“Good call.”
“Well, I’m out then. I’ll be anxiously awaiting your call.” She’s being sarcastic, but I like to think when she realizes it’s me on the other end, her heart beats a little faster.
“And I’ll call you later.”
Gemma looks like she’s about to say something else, but she just nods and leaves. The moment she’s gone, I miss her. It’s weird. She was just here. It probably doesn’t mean anything. I’m just frustrated because we haven’t had sex yet. It’s not a big deal. I’ve got other things to worry about like this office. I need to get it cleaned up before I let anyone back in here.
Quickly, I wipe down my desk and put everything back in its place — or somewhere close to its place.
Once I’m more than halfway back to decent, I start thinking about Gemma again. There’s no way I’m getting her off of my mind. I can still smell on her on my skin. She’s burrowed herself in my brain, and I’ve got to do something about it.
I pick up my phone and call into Jake’s office.
“Need something, Danny?”
“I want you to send more clients to Samuels & Samuels.”
“More?” Even though it’s just a single word, I know my brother is saying so much more.
“Yes, more.”
“Which ones?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll get right on it.”
He hangs up, and I slump in my chair. Why am I doing all of this? It’s not like I have to. Gemma signed the agreement, and there was nothing in there about sending her firm clients. It was all meant to be monetary exchanges. Those are just simpler and way easier to track. These little acts of kindness are going to get me nowhere except muddled up. No woman has ever made me feel this way. I can’t think of the last time I’ve felt like this. I mean, have I ever?
I’m basically giving into Gemma’s plan at this point. She wanted me to send over clients, and look at me, doing exactly that. I can’t seem to help giving her exactly what she wants. Hopefully, this passes soon. I’d like to get out of this headspace before it becomes a real problem.
Chapter Nineteen - Gemma
One Week Later
“So, like, how long was he down there?”
I can feel my face turning bright red. “Jesus Christ, Poppy! I don’t know. Long enough…”
I’m starting to regret giving my best friend all the dirty details. The questions she’s asking are so crazy. I knew she’d be excited to get the gossip, but this is something else.
“Well, how big is his dick?”
“Aren’t
you at work? Won’t someone hear you?”
There’s no way Poppy can be sitting at her desk, and no one can hear her. I’m sure the office is scandalized by this conversation.
“Yes, I’m at work, but I found a very private corner, so I could ask you every question I have on my mind.”
“I don’t know if we have the time for all of that, Poppy.” We could be here for hours if I let Poppy ask me everything she wanted.
“Just give me a few more. Um,” I can hear the gears turning in her head, trying to find the juiciest question she can. “You have to at least tell me how good the sex was. I mean, I know it must be good, but how good. Having hot sex and getting paid for it. Literally nothing better.”
“Well…”
“What! It wasn’t good? Oh, my goodness, I never would have guessed.”
“No, it’s not that. I don’t know what it’s like because we haven’t had sex yet. I haven’t gotten paid yet either.”
I should have paid closer attention when reading the contract. I’m sure there was something in there about how often I get paid, but I was about too bust wanting Daniel’s dick in my pussy, and I didn’t even get that.
“I’m sure it’s going to happen soon. I mean, he made you sign a contract. There’s no way a lawyer like him is going to breach it.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I mean, I’m not too worried about the money. The firm’s actually been having a lot more business lately. I have no idea why, though.”
I did a little advertising with the money I got from Cecil, but I didn’t think it would be this lucrative. I should have put out these ads so much earlier. But then I wouldn’t have met Daniel. Maybe this all happened for a reason.
“I’m just happy that things are going well.” It’s nice to be able to take care of myself. It’s all I really wanted.
I look up when I hear the door open. It’s Daniel.
“Um, I have to go.”
“Is it ‘you know who’?”
“Yeah, we can talk later. I promise.”