Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 21

Chapter 21
Stella POV

Spartan's huge chest collapsed, and he appeared to whimper. His fingers around me just loosened; they made no attempt to unwrap. He chuckled and looked at me as if I had betrayed him.

"That's your—" he couldn't continue what he was about to say because I was pulled from his arms like paper and plunged into her chest. I sank further into her, inhaling her delicious smell. I couldn't help but grasp onto her for dear life.

I was acting as if I hadn't thrown myself like a two-dollar whore into his hands. I could hear a rumble in her chest as she spoke.

"What did you do with her?"

"No-nothing dude I was just playing."

"Does she look like a fucking toy to you?"

I was smiling menacingly inside since I knew I had caused her to erupt like this. I drew away. "It's okay, sweetie; we were just talking."

I gasped when her doubtful gaze fell on me. I wanted to slide out of her clutches and leave, but she grabbed me by the waist, just like Spartan did—only she's hotter and smells better.

Her black eyes focused on my face, possibly hunting for something she had planted there. Her hands instantly relax. Her jaw clenched so far that I was convinced it would lock. "Get in the damn house,"

I almost missed what she said.
My mouth opens wide in shock. Did she believe I was her non-existent sperm child? She pulled me toward the porch, and Nathalie grabbed onto me.

"You're safe now,"

"Did you tell her something?" I murmured, but my attention was diverted by Mateo's expression as I turned to face him. Spartan and I have a direct conversation. He was apprehensive as nothing but rayless fury emanated from her.
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Like an inquisitive little kid, I watched Mateo and Spartan fight. Spartan appeared to be begging, as his eyes made imploring movements, and Mateo did not seem to be letting her paws from the beast's neck—pleading cat.
My oxygen supply was cut off as I was straining to read their lips, essentially pushing my face into the glass. I, unfortunately, was failing.

Nathalie, terrified, said, "You shouldn't be prying." I looked aside, hesitating briefly to figure out what they were saying.

"What have you said to Mateo?" I worriedly inquired. Her fingers twitched nervously. Her teeth make their way onto her lips, twisting and tugging at them. I move my entire body away from the window.

"I told her he wanted sex with you."

"You should not have told her. At least, not yet. Now it has destroyed the entire scheme. He's going to avoid me like Ebola." I complained.

"Why would you even want to make Mateo jealous?"

"Because she's giving me a hard time. I wanted to get my tug at the leg, but you wrecked it. Thank you very lot."

"You are welcome."

I grimaced. "I meant ironically, Nat," I grumbled, returning my attention to the overheard disturbance. Mateo's hands were pointing back at the house, and I assumed she was talking about me. Spartan had progressed from anxious to possibly holding his shit in. The talk couldn't have been too horrible. I don't think he was as daring as his portrait.
Are they certain he works at a facility as an executive mechanic? He is more involved in the 'I want my mommy' section.

I believe the heated conversation was about to end when Spartan nodded and began to walk away, but Mateo grabbed him by the shirt and whispered something to him before giving him a couple pats on the face—given the size of her hands, I'm sure they had a little sting. I definitely set up the poor fuck boy instead of earning a small increase for making Mateo envious.

She stays in the driveway, hands on hips as she walks the short distance.
I gasped, much like Nathalie, as she kicked the flower container, causing the dirt to spread and dirty the white stone. As she turned, I had a good sight of her face, which was tightened in anger.

It was merely a kiss on the cheek—if she noticed that tiny detail. I was not sure what she observed. She took one final step and scurried towards the steps; I jumped aside from the window and stood in the aperture.

"She's coming; act mutual." I spoke to Nathalie, but before she could gather herself, the door seemed to be kicked open.

"Please go home, Nathalie. I need to speak to my wife." She gave a harsh pronunciation of 'wife'.
"Ok," she said, rushing out the door without even a good luck touch on the shoulder. What type of friend was she be? One strike for her.

My focus shifted from the door to Mateo. A muscle twitched directly at her nose. I don't know much about her, but I know she was angry. Over a little embrace and a kiss on the jaw.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" She started with a low tone. Her voice concealed all conceivable wrath, which was frightening. Nathalie was correct. She is both terrifying and attractive.

"What do you mean?" I crossed my palm across my chest, adopting a confident posture.
Her lips quirked in search of things she wanted to say but would have been best left unsaid as a result of her muscles twitching more.

"You make a guy touch what is mine." As she spoke with clinched teeth, the muscles in her neck spiked. She raised her finger and tugged it in a beckoning gesture.

I carefully approached her. Her face itched, and I didn't want to give her that expression. I could lose.

"I guess you're hard of hearing, Stella. So let me to freshen your precious little dumb blonde skull."

With deliberate slowness, I could hear her breath exiting her nostrils.
My mouth dropped in surprise as she delicately laid her hand on my shoulder, her thumb gently brushing from the corner of my lips to my cheeks. I felt pleasant tingles—which I shouldn't have, given how near my head was to the wall; with one rapid motion, my head might be banged into the wall. "When you signed the deal. The twelve-page one which is currently in our bedroom. It confirms that you belong to me. "Not to the scumbag next door or any other fucking man or woman." Her thumb reached for my lips.

I confidently looked into her eyes and said, "I can do whatever I want."
"You can't. Not while I own you. I own you, Stella. I own you. You are mine. You belong to me. You are mine to have." She listed onwards.

"You cannot expect me—"

Her snarling lips met mine in a ravenous manner. The power of her egoistic chest pushed me into the wall. I melt on the spot, dragging her downward so that my lips may dominantly capture her. However, I quickly caught up on her games again.

I wasn't hers. I shoved her forehead away and whacked her across the face. Nevertheless, the smack caused her to stare at me with a lustful hunger, and I can't help but be drawn to her gaze.
The glittering orbs darkened to reflect spiritual desire, as if a wish had been bottled for years.

"When is the last time you did anything?"

"Years now." I'm not sure why her sexual frustration drove me on, but it did, and I smacked her face again.

"You dirty!" I shouted, as I was sexually agitated. My virginity was long overdue. I couldn't just hand it to her after talking about how she owned me. I hit her again, this time because I realized she actually owned me.

My palm met the reddening flesh once more, and it sounded like two hands clapping loudly. Her jaw seemed to stiffen as she prepared to accept another slap.
This time, the smack sprung from sheer enthusiasm. I gripped her shirt, forcing it to slide from inside her pants.

"Grab me," I said on her quivering lips. In a flash, I was in her arms, nibbling on her lips. I feel her slam me into the hard wall, each blow knocking wind into her mouth. She knocked my body again, but this time on something soft. I backed away from the kiss, realizing we were on the couch.

She rose to an upright position, her tongue licking her lips to taste everything of me. Her eyes were like a low taunt, glued to my own. She removes the remainder of her shirt from the pants.

My heart fell like a steel coin as she hastily unfastened her belt. As if she could detect my little dread. She leaned back and gave me a comforting kiss. "I won't fuck you. I just need some skin-to-skin touch with my wife."

I swooned within, and my brain struggled to believe she was the same lady I was married to.

"Let me get you out of those." She remarked this as she hurriedly tugged my jeans and yanked them from the edges. I whimpered as her fingers reached for my panties and carefully removed them. I grabbed her face and kissed her passionately, distracting myself from the reality that she was stripping us both nude.
She lowered herself till she was kneeling on the sofa. She dragged me awkwardly into her lap and began kissing me again.

Her hand took hold of my hips, and she sat me down on what felt like the outer length of her cock. My clit fluttered against her pulsating cock. She scraped my clits down the lengthy length. I could feel the large, jutting veins.

She gave a delightful sigh, her eyelids battening down to a closed position. she mumbled anxiously under her breath. I bent forward and gave her a ponderous, smoldering kiss.

I began to discern the rhythm with which her hand rocked me and gradually began to enter that line of beat.
Whatever she had us doing seemed raw and wonderful. Almost like being addicted to anything.

My body scorched from the intensity of the pleasure, and I rode longer. Her eyes barely managed to open. Through the thick forest of her lashes I could see her. I pressed teasing kisses across her lips while we whispered to each other.

"Will you let us do this again?" She inquired as her hand moved from my waist to my gluteus. This skin-to-skin contact felt great. Her thighs pressed together, and her fingertips brushed over a little tingling place. If we kept on like this, I'd end myself on a path I wasn't prepared for. I wasn't ready to take such a massive thing.
I wasn't prepared for a child. But the way she makes my body liquefy in my crotch. Perhaps putting it in wouldn't harm. Maybe having only one baby isn't so horrible. It's only one baby.

My fingers stretched down and touched the cock's tip; as I stroked it, the skin rolled over, revealing a lovely sight. The tip was a standard round side, but as it moved down, it became a little absurd in size.

I daringly inserted the tip. The liquid dribbles over the tip, causing her to moan, her piercing eyes fixed on me. I wasn't going to let it go past the tip; I was feeling daring.
I wanted to experience what it was like to have something like this in me. Her hand touched my waist, and I instantly seized it and pinned it to the couch.

Her lips formed a grazed grin. I could see she was liking my tight entry toy, pinching the top. On the other hand, I only lingered at the tip rather than falling all the way.

"Go down lower."

"No, just the tip," I murmured, gripping her palm tighter. As if my small size could stop her if she decided to fight back. "I just want to experience what it's like?" I was about to tease her and leave her high and dry.
However, my idea failed when her grunting murmured appeared.

"Do you think it's the length that breeds you or my tip?"

Her question had prompted me to fly off the tip, staring down at the jerking monster.

"Oops," She smirked

I scowled at her.

"I'm fortunate you rat yourself."

"I didn't rat myself. Stella, I'm getting that baby. This lovely body of yours will provide it for me when I want it." She went closer to kiss me, but I thrust my hand into her chest; she didn't seem to mind.

"One day," she said quietly with a corner peck of her lips.