The Contract (Billionaire Erotic Romance) (The Agency) (2 page)

“I have to agree with him, that was beyond hot,” Mason said
to me as he
rezipped
his pants. I nodded my head in
agreement and decided to hold on to the napkin, throwing it in my jacket
pocket. I was just about to respond to
Mason
when he
took my face in both of his hands and pulled me in for a deep kiss. His tongue
filled my mouth with passionate need as I brought my hands up and ran them
through his ruffled hair. Then, just as suddenly as it happened, he let go and
turned to the couple next to us.

“Hope you liked the show,” then he turned to me, “Come on,
let’s get out of here. I honestly don’t ever want to see coffee again for a
while.”

I laughed, still in the giddy throws of my climax.

Chapter 3

It was that same night and Mason was over watching something
on
Netflix
, it looked like a pretty interesting
documentary on a sushi chef. I watched him lounging on my couch, the 80 inch
screen T.V. seeming to swallow him up.

As soon as we got back to my place after our coffee shop
escapade, we had even more incredible sex. It included him taking me into my
master bedroom and throwing me down on the bed. His force. His hunger. His
power was so intoxicating. I climaxed four times before I had to get off of
him, my body feeling like jell-o. We still hadn’t tested out the limits to our
new contract, but he knew that was imminent. For the rest of the day we lounged
out by my pool, overlooking the Hollywood Hills.

My house was a three story, seven-bedroom mansion
constructed just for me at the edge of the hills. I had an incredible view of
the city, and the house was decorated just as I liked it. My sense of style was
a modern one and that was reflected in every aspect of my humble abode. Most of
the walls were actually windows, letting in as much sun as possible. Light
gleamed off the stainless steel appliances and the white ivory accents. It was
my dream house, except it had been feeling sort of empty lately. Now, with
Mason lounging in just his boxer-briefs on my couch, it all started to seem
complete.

No, no, no, no. I can
get a puppy! I don’t need this guy to feel complete… ugh but he’s so fucking
hot. Look at him. Jesus, his thighs are like marble pillars. And
those
abs. And his dick, I can just see the outline. Damn it
.

My thoughts had been out of control. Why did I all of a
sudden start feeling such a deep connection towards Mason? Then there was the fact
that something wasn’t adding up just right. But I found that I couldn’t pay
attention to it. Finding something out about Mason would mean ruining what we
had together. The next really logical step would be to just ask him where he
saw this going. But was I even ready for a relationship? I had just made him
sign a sex contract after all. Not much else to go from there.

I poured myself some more Merlot and walked over to him.
I had on just a light blue thong with black lace
,
my breasts were fully exposed
. I was still sore from him
previously rocking my world though, so instead of initiating anything, I just
sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You know,
Netflix
has a bunch of
different things to watch. Not everything is a sad documentary about a poor
Asian guy opening a restaurant.” I told him, watching as the man on the
television cried his heart out to his daughter, who just told him the
restaurant was shutting down. Drama.

“Shit, really? I thought
Netflix
was just an Asian word for sushi movies! I’ve been
lied
to my whole life.” He exclaimed in false outrage, leaning his head over and
taking a sip of my wine.

“
Netflix
hasn’t been around for 80
years, so saying your ‘whole life’ is stretching it,” I teased him, pushing his
cheeks together to create the appearance of wrinkles.

“Let’s not add on 40 years to my life ok? You’re the one
that sleeps in an anti-aging chamber anyway. For all I know you could actually
be one of the people who discovered America.”

“Ah yes, Chris Columbus was such a great guy. And his dick
was huge too, much bigger than yours.” I giggled, tracing a finger up his leg
and resting my hand on his thigh.

“Also I slept in an anti-aging
pod
for one week. And I was just curious. It did get rid of a few
gray hairs though.” I said, defending my previous stint in a pod. Truth be
told, it was actually a very uncomfortable experience.

“They probably had someone come in and dye it for you while
you slept.”

“Come to think of it… nah I’m a light sleeper.”

“Really? The other night I fell and knocked over the lamp
while I got up in the middle of the night. You kept snoring louder than an
epileptic trumpet player.” He laughed at his own creative description of me. I
just stared up at him blankly.

“I don’t snore. I girlishly breathe heavy while I sleep.
There’s a huge difference.”

“Yeah if that difference is that by girlish you mean
truckerish
, then possibly. I swear, I thought I was
sleeping next to a chainsaw running out of batteries.” He laughed even more at
his new metaphors. I playfully slapped him on the chest, spilling some of the
Merlot in the process.

“Not funny... Ok fine, it’s a little funny. But you should
hear yourself when you sleep! You may not snore but you make the faintest of
noises. At one point it sounded like you had regressed on puberty and were
instead turning into a little girl. It was so weird.”

“Wow, that is definitely not true. I’m all man, baby. I
think you know that. Or do you need a reminder?” He asked this question with a
slight growl at the end.

“If I get anymore reminders right now, I think I might need
a wheelchair later,” I joked, still climbing my hand higher up his thigh.

“Maybe the solution is we should just not wake up when the
other one is asleep,” he said, slowly opening his legs a little wider, his eyes
still watching the documentary playing out on the television but it was clear
his mind was starting to wander other places.

“You’re right,” I replied, letting go of his thigh and
getting up off the couch. I still didn’t want to make things that easy for him.
“Do you want anything from the kitchen?” I asked him, causing him to look away
from the television. His eyes locked with mine for a few moments, then they
trailed the curves of my body. He took in my supple, bare breasts and my sculpted
hips.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He said to me, still taking in
every inch of my body with his greedy blue eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said playfully, turning on
my heel and walking over to the kitchen. I felt his stare follow me, no doubt
he watched as my perky butt walked away. I heard him get up and chase me, but I
didn’t turn around until I reached the black marbled top island in the middle
of my kitchen.

Just as I turned around, he was on me. His hands gripped the
lower part of my back as he thrust himself towards me. His cock was already
hard, aching to be released from the confines of his underwear. Feeling his
bulging manhood press up against my almost exposed mound immediately turned me
on.

My mouth found his as our tongues did a dance so intricate,
only experienced lovers could complete. My hands explored his perfectly
sculpted body. I felt his abs ripple under my hands as I traced my way down his
body to the elastic band of his underwear. I lightly played with his happy
trail as his left hand moved from my back and massaged my breast. He took my
tight nipple and rolled it gently in his fingers, sending shockwaves of
pleasure rolling down my spine.

I pulled on his underwear and released his throbbing cock.
Pre-cum was already dripping out of his tip as I rubbed it along his shaft,
making him shine with wetness. I took my other hand and lowered my own underwear,
playing gently with my moistness. I may have been sore, but I wanted him inside
me more than ever.

I didn’t even wait; I lifted one leg up on my island and
guided the tip of his cock to my hole. He spread aside the soaking wet lips and
thrust inwards with his body, entering me in one fluid motion. I let out a gasp
as he stretched me once again.

“Tell me when you’re close to coming,” I moaned, scratching
into his back as he fucked me over and over again. His thrusts were becoming
more powerful, as I wrapped my other leg around him and grabbed on to his
shoulders. I was now being held up, Mason supporting my lower body as he
continued to enter me. I could feel his solid shaft massage every part of me. It
was
ecstasy having
Mason inside of me.

He moaned louder and louder, biting at my neck. The pain
shot through my back and down to my sex, sending me over the edge for the fifth
time today. My whole body shook as my mound wrapped tighter around his cock,
convulsing in waves of extraordinary pleasure.

“I’m getting close,” he whispered in my ear.

“Ok, stop. Stop fucking me,” I told him, feeling him become
tense as he neared his climax.

“I want to cum inside of you. You’re so beautiful, I want to
fill you with me,” he told me, not stopping his thrusts. I almost let him, too,
but I wanted to put the contract to use.

“Remember what we signed, you have to listen to me,” I told
him, slowing the movement of my hips down. I felt him slide out of me, his head
rubbing against my engorged clit.

“What do you want me to do,” he said, with such an intense hunger
in his voice. He grabbed his own shaft and started stroking himself.

“Let go of
yourself
and follow me,”
I told him, as I turned and lead him up to my bedroom. We climbed my spiral
staircase and walked down the hallway, entering into my room.

“Sit,” I commanded him, pushing him down on the bed and
smacking his hand away from his own cock. I walked over to my nightstand and
pulled out a small, pink vibrator. It was about four inches long and three
inches thick.

I went back to Mason and sat down next to him. I forced him
to lie down as I sat down on his chest and bent over, taking his whole manhood
in my mouth. I tasted my own wetness as I glided my tongue up and down, making
circles and stroking it with my left hand. With my right hand, I took the
vibrator and put it inside me, knowing that from his view, all he could see was
me playing with myself.

I was still sensitive, but the vibrator was treating me just
right as I moaned into his cock. I then took my wet vibrator and gently trailed
it down Mason’s thigh, then back up again. I still sucked on his throbbing
erection as I slowly placed the vibrator under his balls, hearing him moan
louder at the new sensation. I moved my toy lower until I was right at his
entrance. I felt him tense up. I knew he had never experienced anal play
before, but with the new arrangements, anything was fair game and he knew that.

I let go of his dick for a few moments as I spread his
thighs apart. I was still bent over his chest, so Mason took his hands and ran
them across my back, down my curves and played with my lips, spreading them
open and inserting a finger in me. I gasped a little as I put more pressure on
his own entrance. The vibrator was still wet from my own excitement, so as soon
as Mason relaxed, it entered him easily.

I heard him gasp out from behind me, whether in pain or
pleasure or both, I couldn’t really decide. But hearing it turned me on even
more. I started grinding down on his fingers as I gently pushed the vibrator
deeper inside of him. I then bent over again and took him in my mouth, hearing
him groan louder and louder from behind me.

My motions were getting faster; I tested my limits with him.
His erection was still throbbing so I pushed the vibrator deeper. He gasped
even louder but never told me to stop. It was now fully inside of him as I began
twirling it around in small circles. This motion sent him over the edge as his
feet both lifted and his cock pressed to the end of my throat, blowing his seed
straight into my mouth.
His ass tightening around my vibrator
and his yells of ecstasy filling the room.

I was beyond climax as I felt my whole body shake and for
the first time in my life, a stream of wetness shot out from where Mason’s
fingers had been. I kept squirting, my core convulsing with pleasure as both of
us experienced the strongest orgasms we had ever had.

My body felt spent as I collapsed on top of Mason. I could
feel him shaking underneath
me,
his breathing heavier
than it had ever been before.

“That was absolutely incredible. Who would have thought,
your little pink boyfriend could have helped me out,” he said in-between
breaths. I looked up at him and ran my fingers through his hair, a smile
spreading across my face.

“Would you have done this without our agreement?” I asked
him, knowing he was bound to agree to any new sexual experiences. My mind was
already thinking up of new things to introduce to him even before he answered
my question.

“You know, I’m not sure? I’ve always heard a guy’s g-spot is
back there, but I don’t think I would have willingly gone for it. Now, I just
feel like you opened up a whole new door.”

“A whole new back-door, that is.” I told him, not being able
to resist the pun.

“This is true. And here I was thinking you couldn’t find
things to make it even hotter,” he said to me, gently trailing his fingers across
my back as I rested my head on his shoulder, giving his ear a playful lick.

“That’s only the beginning, big boy. Just wait until I bring
out my twelve-inch dildo. Good thing you’re warmed up.”

His eyes opened wide at the thought of such a monster. Of
course I didn’t have a twelve-inch dildo… but there was always a possibility.