The Contract

chapter 5 - negotiations

Montana's POV

I'm panicking. I don't know what to do, what am I supposed to do. My boss is at my door while I'm half-dressed, with a big bun in my hair and no makeup. "Montana, open this door" he yells banging as I sigh.

Fuck.

I run and grab a gigantic sweatshirt and pull it over my body as fast as I can. It drops just below my thighs covering my tight shorts as I look in my mirror by the door and adjust my hair before opening it. "Can I help you?" I ask him as he adjusts his suit and lets himself in. He walks past me into my apartment and looks around at the open space as I shut the door behind him.

"It's ten at night. What are you doing here?" I ask him as he stands there and I make my way around him. I sit down on my barstool again and eat all the fatty carbohydrates in the food while he is watching.

"Have you read the contract?" he asks slipping off his coat and putting it on the hangers beside the door. I slip the taco into my mouth nodding. Fuck I'm a good cook.

"And you're eating excess carbs?" he asks leaning on my countertop as I nod. "Yep, sure am. Which by the way, I'm not signing that thing. You can leave, it's in the trashcan." I tell him enjoying my meal while grabbing my phone and playing on it.

"I wasn't expecting that" he mumbles out humbly to me for the first time as I take a sip of my wine. "Really? Nobody ever told you no before?" I ask him as he sighs.

"Sign that contract, right now." He demands over me as I shake my head no. "Montana." he spits as a warning. "I am not giving you a choice. Sign it now," he tells me as I stand up to him.

"Why?" I ask. "So that I can make you cum on my fucking tongue and punish the disrespect you're giving me right now," he tells me as my nipples harden and I glare up at him.

"Why do you need me to sign a contract for that? When you could literally fuck me without it." I tell him as he moves over to me. He settles his hands across my ass this time and intentionally rubs himself along my body as I sigh.

"Because legally you wouldn't be allowed to speak about what we do," he tells me as I laugh.

"My sex life is my business, not anyone else's, and whoever I chose to have sex with is my choice," I tell him as he leans closer and moves his hands closer to the curves of my ass and thighs.

"Then let us have a preview, shall we?" he asks pushing me into the barstool. He runs his hands up the apex of my thighs and parts them while pushing my fallen strands of hair off my face. He opens my jaw in his hand and places his other hand up the bottom of my sweatshirt.

"This?" he asks rubbing along my stomach while kissing on the side of my neck softly. He's already made me so wet, him walking in here makes me wet. He attacks my neck in kisses, soft, hard, harsh, all of the ways he can.

"Or this?" he asks finding out I have no bra on as he palms my breast in his hand and I instantly let out a soft moan as he rubs my nipples between his fingers. "Zeus" I whisper keeping my hands in place on the sides of the chair as he drops his hand between my thighs and into my shorts.

"No, no, it's this" he mumbles into my neck as he roughly inserts three fingers into my heat. I instantly cry into his shoulder as he kisses down my chin, my cheeks, and eventually my lips. He seals his lips over mine and pushes his tongue into my mouth while moving his fingers in unison in my heat.

But I am not about to cum on his fingers. I feel the heat pooling between my legs as he kisses me. I try my hardest not to get turned on while he's kissing me until he pulls away kissing my jaw. He grips my thighs opening them as he continues fingering my clit until I get myself together enough and push him away.