Contractual

by Alice Montalvo-Tribue

  “Do you like what you see?”

  “I think you love yourself enough for the both of us,” I retort. I expect him to get angry at my remark, or at the very least give me one of his intimidating scowls, but the bastard laughs. He actually throws his head back and lets out a deep, rich laugh. What I find even more shocking is the fact that I like the sound of it. In fact, hearing his laughter makes me smile a little. It fills my belly with unexpected butterflies, making me tense up even more.

  Jackson positions himself between my legs, his large body hovering over mine, his hazel eyes holding mine captive. He leans down, his lips grazing my ear as he whispers, “You have to relax or this isn’t going to work, Meadow.”

  “I am relaxed,” I say on a strained breath.

  “Yes,” he chuckles, “for a wooden plank, maybe.”

  “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

  “I’m not going to hurt you. But if you want to do this, you have to work with me, all right?”

  I relax my shoulders, release a calming breath, and nod my head. “All right.”

  “Close your eyes,” he commands, and I do as he says just as his lips come down to mine in a shockingly gentle kiss.

  “Mr. Stone,” I say in a weak attempt to stop him. Kissing isn’t something that I want to do with him, not ever.

  “Relax, Meadow.”

  I didn’t think Jackson Stone knew how to do gentle, but I have to admit this is nice. This feels really nice. I tilt my head up and just barely part my lips, allowing him just enough access to slip his tongue through. Once he’s there, it’s impossible to push him away. I don’t even think of pushing him away because, holy shit, the man can kiss. Just one kiss is all it takes for the rush of heat to reach between my legs, leaving me surprisingly ready for him. I find it hard to reconcile, and I’m not sure how it’s even possible that I’m turned on right now, given the amount of guilt I feel for being here and doing this.

  I’m going to hell; I know that I’m going to hell because the moment Jackson slides inside of me, I let out a blissful sigh. He feels amazing, nothing like the painful experience of our first encounter. I hate him for treating me the way that he did, and I’m trying to hold onto that feeling, but when he begins to move, slowly thrusting in and out of me, all thoughts of hate go out the window. All thoughts in general go out the window. The only thing I can do is feel, and what I’m feeling is unreal.

  He thrusts harder and I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. His lips are on my neck, gently sucking. My hands are on his back, and at that moment, I decide that if I’m going to be a sinner then I’m going to enjoy as much of it as I can. I’ve already made my bed…literally…I may as well lie in it.

  He picks up the pace, increasing the intensity for us both. I can feel my body start to tighten, and I’m stunned at how fast it’s happening. I normally build up slow, but Jackson, for some reason, takes me to the edge in no time.

  “Let go, Meadow,” he says in a dictatorial tone, and God help me, I want to obey.

  “Faster,” I beg, clawing at his back, surprised at myself for verbalizing anything at all. He complies with my request, picking up his pace once again, giving me just enough to send me spiraling into an intense orgasm. I can feel his shoulders tense above me, and I know he’s there, too. The feeling starts to subside, and I begin to regain my composure. I begin to come back down to earth, back into my head, which is screaming what a massive slut I am.

  “That was much better this time around, Meadow.”

  His words are like a slap in the face—they’re a reminder of what it is that I’m doing here, and what it is that he expects of me. I’m nothing but a quick, easy, and expensive fuck for him, and he wants me to live up to his expectations. He wants to make sure that he’s getting his money’s worth; that I’m living up to his hefty investment. He withdraws, and I take advantage of the space, quickly sliding out from underneath him and retrieving my clothes. I begin to dress, doing my best to ignore Jackson and the feeling of awkwardness that has set in.

  “I’m leaving a key to the room for you. You can let yourself in from now on.”

  “You rent this room on a permanent basis?” I question, turning to face him as I zip up my skirt. The amount of money he must have to permanently book a hotel room for himself floors me. He doesn’t answer my question, just reaches into his wallet for something else.

  “This is my business card; it has all of my contact information in case you need to reach me.”

  I nod, thinking to myself that I’ll never have occasion to pick up the phone and call him. “When would you like to see me again, Mr. Stone?”

  He buttons his suit jacket and looks up at me. “I’ll expect you at my office tomorrow at noon.”

  This grabs my attention. I didn’t think we’d ever be meeting outside the walls of a hotel room. “Your office? Why?”

  “Lunch.”

  “You want to have lunch with me?”

  “No,” he says, grabbing his key and making his way to the door. He gives me one last look before delivering his parting blow, “I want you to suck my cock for lunch,” just before he walks out, slamming the door behind him. I’m sure he missed the look of shock on my face or the sound of my jaw hitting the floor. Just when I thought this couldn’t get any worse, he opens his mouth and tears me down even further. I’m starting to believe that my time with Jackson Stone will leave me even more damaged than I ever thought possible.

  Sage-

  I don’t know what I’m even doing here. I have more respect for myself than to show up at some man’s office with the specific intent of sucking his dick. What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with him that he would even ask me to come here and do such a thing? He’s the asshole who practically owns me, that’s who he is, and I’m here because pissing him off would land me right back at square one. I enter the lavish office building and stop at the front desk. When I give him my name, the security guard hands me a visitor’s pass and directs me up to the top floor.

  My internal battle continues on the elevator ride up to Jackson’s office. God, this is so degrading and so humiliating. Even though this is what I signed up for, this is the not-so-glamorous part of being an escort that Victoria left out. What makes everything worse is that when I allow myself to get out of my head, I’ll admit that sex with Jackson is amazing.

  The elevator doors open, and a woman who is trying to get on nearly knocks me down.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” She huffs an apology that sounds almost scripted. She never even looks up at me, but I get a good look at her. She’s the opposite of everything I am—statuesque, blonde, beautiful, and by the looks of her clothing, wealthy.

  “It’s okay,” I say, stepping around her and off the elevator. I hear her huff as the doors close behind me, but I don’t look back. I’m too busy taking in my surroundings—the office is huge, elegant, and makes Victoria’s office look puny. There are floor-to-ceiling windows everywhere, letting in the most amazing light. It gives off such a warm feeling. A crisp, clean white covers the walls and the neutral artwork gives the space depth. Marble floors add to the richness of the office, which screams money.

  I stop at a beautiful large mahogany desk and smile at the receptionist. She’s petite, with dark red hair that I can tell is natural by the expanse of freckles on her bump of a nose. She generates a warm smile in return.

  “Good afternoon. How may I help you?”

  “Good afternoon. I’m here to see Mr. Stone.”

  “Do you have an appointment?”

  “Umm, I believe so.”

  “Your name?”

  “Sa.. Uh, Meadow.”

  “Mr. Stone is waiting is for you,” she states then promptly instructs me on how to get to his office. I reach his closed doors and contemplate whether I should knock or go straight in. I debate for a moment longer before deciding that knocking would be better.

  “Come in.”

  Jackson
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  “Come in,” I call out when I hear a knock on my door. I know it’s Meadow, and her timing couldn’t be more perfect. I need her now, need her to make me forget about Cecily’s visit. The last thing I needed today was to have her show up here unannounced and spewing her usual we belong together, Jackson bullshit.

  Meadow opens the door in the timid way that only Meadow could. My breath catches at the sight of her. Is it possible for her to get more beautiful every time that I see her? Shit, either that or I’m just now starting to take notice of her. Her curves are certainly not what I’m used to as she’s the opposite of girls like Cecily. I’d even go so far as to call her exotic. Her thick dark hair brings out the deep blue of her eyes and her lovely porcelain features.

  “Hello, Mr. Stone,” she greets with her melodic voice. My cock takes notice and jumps to attention almost immediately.

  “Hello, Meadow,” I reply, staring at her a bit longer than necessary. I finally break eye contact as I rise to my feet and stride over to her. “Let me take your coat,” I say, helping her out of the flimsy fabric that she considers proper outerwear. She gives me her thanks when I hang it on the back of the door.

  “I have to say, Meadow, I wasn’t sure if you’d actually come.”

  “It’s my job.”

  “So, my suggestion didn’t make you uncomfortable?”

  “It didn’t sound much like a suggestion to me, sir.”

  “You said it yourself, as per the contract, you can say no to anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

  “Right. So, let’s just get it over with then, shall we?” she says, gently shoving at my chest. I allow her to back me up until I reach my chair, where she pushes me down. I tip my lip up because, try as I might, I can’t help but enjoy her moments of feigned control.

  I relax, leaning back into my chair and following the trail of her fingers as they work my zipper down and release my cock. She lets her hair fall over her face in order to shield her embarrassment from me.

  “Does it measure up, Meadow?” I ask knowing that the question will only make her more uncomfortable.

  “It’s just like all the others,” she says with just enough sass to make me want to pull her up off the floor and bend her over my knee. I let out a breath when her small hand encircles my length and squeezes. She slides her hand up and down my shaft a few times then lightly licks the tip.

  She gingerly puts the head in her mouth, closes her lips around it, and sucks. This goes on for about ten seconds before I decide that I’m done with this shit.

  “For fuck’s sake, Meadow, you don’t have to be afraid of it. It’s not going to break.” She releases me from her mouth with a pop and lifts her eyes to meet mine. She actually has the audacity to look annoyed like I’m not just pointing out the fucking obvious. She should be paying me for teaching her how to please a man. On second thought, Victoria should be paying me for training her employee. This innocent shit is not what I signed up for… so why the fuck do I keep coming back for more?

  She sits back on her legs and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “This isn’t my first time; I’ve done this before.”

  “Let me guess, he left you! This…” I say motioning between her and my exposed cock, “is probably why!”

  Her expression changes from annoyed to hurt in the blink of an eye. My words clearly wound her. I guess I’ve hit a little too close to home, and just for a split second, I actually feel bad.

  “Fuck you, Mr. Stone.” Her voice shakes and her bright eyes are wet with unshed tears. She pushes up off the floor and glares at me. I cock my head to the side making sure to glare right back at her.

  “That is the general idea. Yes! You are here to fuck me. No, correction, you are here specifically today to suck my dick.”

  I know that I sound like a bastard. I guess Cecily’s visit affected me more than I realized. I continue to glare at Meadow, who lets out a disgusted sigh before snatching her purse off my desk and turning on her high heels. I watch her walk away, deciding to stop her just as she reaches the door.

  “Meadow, stop.”

  She obeys the command, coming to a halt with her small hand clutching the doorknob.

  “Look at me.”

  She hesitates but only for a brief moment. Her shoulders straighten and she takes a deep breath, and only then does she turn around. Her hurt has flipped to something else because her features tell me that she’s angry now. It’s a good look on her. Although, there’s not much that doesn’t look good on her. Her anger just makes me want her more. I put a cap on my frustration before calling out to her again.

  “Come here.”

  I can sense the inner struggle, the turmoil playing out inside of her right now. She’s trying to decide whether to walk away from this world she’s landed herself in or stay here with me. I want her to choose me, need her to choose to be here with me. Even though I’m little more than an asshole to her, her presence is soothing to me. Her quiet demeanor, her beauty, and her strength speak to me on a level that I’m not quite sure I understand yet.

  She begins to walk back to me—the decision to stay having been made—making me wonder what it is that led her to me. Led her to this life that she’s obviously so uncomfortable with. She stops just inches away from me but refuses to look me in the eyes. My softening cock starts to go hard again, and I’m done with the distance between us now. I reach out, grabbing her by the hand, and pull her forward, tugging her down until she’s straddling me.

  I fight the urge to smile at the stubborn girl who still refuses to look at me. I give her chin a gentle tug, forcing her to look at me.

  “That’s better,” I say, brushing the stray hairs off her face. “I apologize, Meadow. I didn’t intend to hurt your feelings.”

  She opens her mouth to speak, but no words form. She looks almost embarrassed by her reaction. Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath before allowing them to flutter open again.

  “I’m sorry. I overreacted.”

  “Shhh,” I whisper into her ear as I slide my hand under her skirt. “It’s okay, just relax.” I glide my fingers along her folds, sliding them up and down gently coaxing her open, letting her body melt into mine, prepping her before thrusting a finger inside of her. Her cry of pleasure motivates me and fuels me to keep going. It’s a far cry from the woman who I met just a few nights ago, the woman who broke down after our initial encounter. She’s becoming more accustomed to me, becoming braver around me, and letting herself enjoy what I can do to her. I withdraw my finger and make a show of putting it in my mouth, tasting her juices, and then grabbing her by the neck and pulling her in for a kiss.

  “Do you like the way that you taste on me, Meadow?”

  She lets out a little moan, letting me know that my question turns her on. I could press her for an answer, but I’m done with foreplay by this point. Instead, I push the slim fabric of her lace thong to the side and push my cock inside of her making her gasp.

  I grab hold of her hips and thrust up. “Move for me, sweetheart.”

  She follows my command and slowly begins to rock her hips, lifting her ass up and then sliding back down, creating the perfect rhythm. I begin to thrust upwards, matching her movements as I go. It doesn’t take long before we’re both panting and the familiar build up starts to course through me. I can feel her legs start to tighten around me, and I can tell that she’s close, too.

  I slide my right hand down again and under her skirt, applying just a bit of pressure to her clit.

  “Oh, God,” she cries. Grabbing my hair and resting her head on my shoulder, her forehead presses against the crook of my neck.

  “That’s it. Give it to me, Meadow.”

  “Yes.”

  I grab her hair with my free hand, using it to tug her head back and stealing yet another forbidden kiss from her because I thoroughly enjoy breaking her rules. She doesn’t fight it; she enjoys it as much as I do. Her hands in my hair tighten as her orgasm rips through her. I drown out he
r cries with my kiss, thrusting a few more times before I release inside of her.

  We both take a minute to catch our breaths, and I loosen my grip on her.

  “Thank you, Meadow. That was great.”

  She gives me a smile that’s barely there. I can almost see the moment when she comes back to reality, when she remembers that this wasn’t an encounter with a boyfriend, when she remembers that this was her fulfilling her obligation and keeping up her end of a job requirement. She quickly stands up and backs away from me.

  “Can I wash up somewhere?”

  “Bathroom’s right behind you,” I reply while I zip up my pants.

  She disappears into the bathroom and comes out minutes later looking her usual timid self but totally put together again. “I guess I’ll be going now.”

  “Have you eaten lunch?”

  “No, I…”

  I cut her off before she has a chance to ramble on. “How about Chinese?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Chinese for lunch. My secretary has menus if you’d rather have something else.”

  The look of confusion on her face humors me. “I didn’t think you actually wanted to have lunch with me.”

  “I’m not that big of an asshole, Meadow. I am quite capable of sharing a meal with you.”

  She looks down at her shoes, and I swear that I see the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. If she’s not careful, I’ll bend her over my desk and fuck her all over again.

  “Meadow?”

  Her eyes meet mine again, and she gives me a slight nod. “Chicken and broccoli would be great. Thank you.”

  Sage-