Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 24

Chapter 24
Stella POV

After sobbing so much, my eyes were swollen and difficult to open. I wasn't checking, but it felt like two hours since I sat in the darkness, theatrically spilling my eyes out.

I can feel tension rising within me. This was done to aid my father, but I mourn my old life and would gladly return to it. Only one problem: the devil gives and takes. I know that when Mateo releases her grip, chaos will ensue. Daddy will lose everything.

I needed to quit being a crybaby. Be the wife to all wives. Suck and smile.
I was instilling this to myself, but I had no desire to really execute it.

I break down again. Why can't I have what I want? I scratched my eyes vigorously; they felt like they were about to jump out of their sockets.

The final rope linked to my spirit slipped out of my body. When I heard Mateo rayless murmured. I looked up to see her form, shaded by the room, leaning against the wall. The outline showed her enormous arms, which were crossed. I couldn't make out her face, but her tone indicated concern.

I shake my head. "I'm OK; I'll be up with the water."

"Why are you crying?" She repeated, but this time with a gentler tone.
When her body sits near me, her scent causes my brain to operate on autopilot. It can do whatever it wants.

I quickly wiped my tears away and smiled at her, which she most likely didn't notice.

"I simply miss home."

"Is that all?"

"Yeah. My parents will visit on Sunday."

I thought I heard a snake, but it was just her hissing. "How soon? They should have phoned me instead."

"They want you to sign some paperwork."

I could hear her teeth grinding.

"I'm not ready to sign them just yet."

I could hear the air screaming as she placed a furious fist on it. I glanced at her dark shape with uneasiness. She was acting like a toddler.
Well, I would say the same for me that was crying over not getting to party.

She lets out a gentle sigh and leans back, her scent making me feel more lightheaded. I could see the white of her eyes and the pure, gleaming silver looking back at me. "You didn't tell them anything awful, right?"

My jaw dropped as I struggled to recall whether I had said anything terrible to her. "I told her you weren't abusing me," I replied after five minutes of thought.

"You don't sound too sure, Stella."

Her voice droops to a pleasant, yet incomprehensible tone. It left me contemplating everything I've done in my life leading up to this pivotal time.

"Um..." I swallowed loudly. "That's all I said. Nothing else."
When her fingers touched my thighs, I let out a tiny whimper. "Good, because I would hate for anything to happen between us," she murmured, leaning closer. One of her fingers reached below the nightgown. It caused a eerie prick on my skin.
This was my first time wearing nightgowns. It's always been pajama shorts.

"Nothing. It's all good." My head didn't move closer as hers did.

"Alright,"

There's something about our nearness in the dark that causes something to fall over my body that I couldn't imagine. Normally, when guys approached in such close proximity, I felt repulsed, but I knew that's how they'd spend their money. But with her, I am really aroused. A profound ardent need that moves my body on its own.

I grasped her face.

Her facial muscles loosened against mine, as if my contact had sparked something in her. I forgot how much she annoyed me. I simply want us to express our desires. I kissed her dominantly, astonished she backed away.

"We can't keep being like this. I had been taking too many cold baths." She hissed, but returned her lips to mine. I attempted to dominate the kiss again, only for her to rip me up and place me on her lap.

I hate admitting it. But I enjoy kissing her. It makes me forget who we really are. What really brought us here? It makes us forget everything.

"How do you want me to satisfy you?" I submissive muttered, but my actions demonstrated otherwise. She moaned in amazement, and I could feel her jaw slack as she struggled to utter her plea.

My lips slithered with sinister intent, making her moan and prompting her cock to swell with excitement at every location it touched. I let out a chuckle, which made her snarl in tension and somewhat pull me away. Her dark rust eyes swept across me.

"You are not serious."

I attempted to convey seriousness in my touch as I held her face again. "I am, I want to gratify myself?"

"You need to be more expressive than that. Be specific."

"What do you want?" I suck on her lips, teasingly.

"I want to feel your lips against my tip."

"Done," I muttered, preparing to slip to my knees, when she grabbed my ass. I let out a startled squeak. Her hands gripped there softly yet sternly, just the way any female would like.

"Your other lips on my tip, Stella."