Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13
Stella POV

As I stared at the horrific, crawled out of a horror movie bathroom. I wasn'tsure whether Mateo was simply a 10-year-old child stuck in a 35-year-oldbusinesswoman's body.

She could never be a multimillionaire and only have two functional hands andfeet. It takes a highly technical intellect to know what to do. The mop stickwas supporting my weight as I peered at the nightmare-like bathroom. I simplyknew I'd have nightmares.

It appeared like she had pissed all over the place, but when I glanced at thecounter, I noticed she had poured yellow disinfectant all over it. I knew she'ddone it out of spite.

She had deliberately let the water overflow from the faucet and flung thetowels all over. I realized I would have to do laundry. Oh, God. This marriagewas already a nightmare.

"I want a divorce." Fuck my father's company. Fuck wanting to enjoy aluxurious lifestyle. Fuck Mateo Allard. Fuck everything. I wrapped my bodyfurther over the mop stick.

What has my wretched life come to? I used to have a maid, and now I ampractically the maid. I assumed my time here would be tolerable, but she wasbeing cruel. I don't believe I could do this.

As I peered at the mess, I didn't know where to begin. I know.

I could grab the knife and fatally stab her in the cock. I grinned oddly tomyself, but when I saw my reflection in the octagonal-shaped mirror, Ifrightened.

I get to cleaning.
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After I had cleaned. I hopped in the shower, relieved to be out of my maidattire and back in my cozy PJs.

I spent hours wiping away today's misery, and now my body resembled a drenchedprune fruit. I was beaming from ear to ear until I noticed her body moveslightly on the bed. I scowled at her. She wore thin-rimmed spectacles, whichaccentuated her silver eyes.

As she lay on the headboard holding paperwork, I couldn't help but gaze at herbare arms. I saw she had retired to only a wedding band ring. I, on theother hand, tossed mine in the jewelry box in the bathroom closet sincesomething tells me that with all of the housework I'll be doing, I'll probablylose it.

As soon as we are divorced, I will pawn it for thousands of dollars and spendthe earnings to celebrate. I can't wait till nine years and three hundred andsixty-three days have passed.

"Why are you so spiteful?" I was fresh out of the shower, ready toconfront her about her juvenile conduct.

"About?" Her fingertips traced the words as she read them.

"You spiteful messy that bathroom didn't you."

Her big shoulders shrugged. "Maybe,"

"Maybe the next time you do it, I'll go for the knife and hack your cockoff and flush it down the toilet." I gave her the same menacing look thatI did in the restroom. I watched as her fingers discretely pulled the sheet toconceal her crotch. So she takes me seriously?

"You came here to cater to me." She replied.

"I became a wife. Sure, I will clean and learn to cook. But I won't standfor your fucking juvenile behavior."

"Whomp! whomp!"

My eyebrows dug hard into my forehead, casting shadows across my eyes.

Whomp? Whomp? My fingers pressed into my palm, wanting to pull her raven blackhair out. I stomped in bed.

I laid down with my back turned. I was too weary to make a pillow wall or dragthe sheets off the bed to the floor. Plus, lying on the floor was too much formy physique, so sleeping with the dogshit it was.

I felt her brush against my buttocks and twisted my head to look at her.

"What?" I could tell today had taken a toll on my body, and I plannedto dispute with her tomorrow when I was feeling better.

"We need to discuss the contract."

"I am exhausted." Those steps, along with the heel, tired me out.That attire wore me out. Just talking to her wore me out.

"I do not care. You should be aware of the contract agreement forforeclosure."

"I get it. For the price of my father's company's advancement and tenmillion dollars, you get to treat me like shit for the nextten years."

"And I want a baby."

My eyes expand. My mother was serious when she said I had to give her a child? Nofucking way. I know she would want to have sex. But a big-headed kid cameout of my tightly tight. No fucking way. Mommy!

"A kid?"

"Yes. And if you're not sure what a kid is. Let me break it down for you.It's when two adults fucked, more break down. I shove my cock in you, and youbecome pregnant?"

My face contorted in revulsion. I was hoping that breaking things down wouldillustrate why we needed a child rather than the process of having one. I can'tbelieve someone would do that to have a child. They had sex! I'll suck a cockand be fingered, but sex was the last place I wanted to go.

"My body is too lovely for a child. Ask someone else to do it." Isaid, going back to finally close my eyes and drift off to dream world, where Iwasn't married to her.

However, she ripped the blanket off my body. I moved to stare at her, but myface bumped against her, causing our lips to meet. I gazed wide-eyed. Her eyesremained closed. Just as I was going to pull away, her lips drew me in for along kiss. My hand moved to shove her away, but I was only strong enough torepeat the kiss.

Her hand clutched my head, and she attacked my mouth with her hungrytongue.

"You're going to let me breed you now?" She deeply muttered on mylips. She sprang on me like a beast, flattening my hands on the bed.

Her unfathomable rayless howl swept across my skin, and I was torn betweenletting her possess me and pushing her away. She dry humped me, and I felt theobvious fat cock.

"I want you to have my baby."

I didn't understand why, when she said to breed me, it seemed more sensuousthan rational.

"Eww! Get off me!" I repeatedly barked like the mutt she claimed Iwas. She groaned in disappointment and moved back to her side of the bed.

I stared at her, but I couldn't ignore the fact that my lips were throbbingfrom being chewed by an animal.

"I'll give you a child when we reach the eighth year of ourmarriage." I couldn't bear having one.

"You will give me a kid whenever I desire one."

"It's my body, therefore I decide."

"And my money is eating in your father's company. Don't forget, without mymoney, you'll have to liquidate all of your most valuable possessions."

My eyes fire daggers at her. "When do you want this thing?"

"Several months from now. For the time being, I'm wrapping everythingup."

"I'm not ready to have sex with you," I said.

"Understandable."

My eyes continued to spew daggers, but some of them were of perplexity. Sherefused to offer me the option of having a kid in exchange for a new sexarrangement. Wasn't she the one who said that intercourse produces a baby?

"And when do you intend to give me sex?"

I drank down what was in mine. I wouldn't mind if she waited eight years, but Iknew that would be unrealistic. "Several months from now. For the timebeing, I'll suck your cock and you finger me and eat me out." I enjoyan excellent eating out experience.

Although I couldn't read the look in her eyes, I do sense her sensual aura asshe drew nearer.

"You are a virgin?"

Her pine-wood aroma made my head light.

"Yes," I rasped.

Her teeth softly gripped her bottom lips, and her gaze met mine. Her fingertipsmoved in gentle circles across my arms. I gazed at the imagined patterns.

"What if I taste you, get you all geared up, and then...stick it in?"Her lips filled in the spaces where her fingers had drawn circles. I felt hotand agitated, so I moved every fabric of the blankets away from my skin.

"We just perform orals with each other. "That's it." I mutteredbreathlessly, locking my fingers on her mess of defined strands and pulling herinto a kiss. I couldn't stop myself, and I had no idea why.