Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 25

Chapter 25
Stella POV


Her wicked voice leave me with no option but to nod. Her gaze never wavered, and I couldn't bear having them on me any longer. I was intended to flee in the dark. But Mateo, I assumed, would be impossible to escape.

"Ok," I shakily said. "And you...?" I wanted to get rid of the worry that was in my throat. I didn't want her to assume I was terrified. I knew that with one plunge of her cock, my virginity would be ripped from me. "And you will not go any further. Just the tip?"

She remained silent, and her lack of reaction made the uneasy sensation in my gut worsen. She ripped my night gown off and folded it horizontally.

The darkness wasn't enough to keep her impenetrable eyes from my nude body. Only my panties provided some closure.

"Hold your hands out," she said. I extended both my hands, and she placed the cotton material of my garment in them. I glanced down at it, my perplexity and excitement racing through my body.

"You may bind my arms any way you want." Her voice seems inevitable in making me swoon. Oh, Mommy!

Am I gaining control? Yes! Yes! Yes!

She slid her sweatpants down, her cock pallid as the moon.

"Do anything you want," she said, holding her arms out to retrain.

Will, the thin material will be able to keep her under control. Probably not; I'll just have to believe she wouldn't escape and pin me down in her cock.

"I want it behind your back." That brought me some peace of mind. She leaned forward and draped her arms behind herself. I struggled to find her wrists in the dark but eventually did. Her cock thrashes with such intensity that it was nearly frightening.

Her arms were bound, and it was up to me to maintain control. My wicked intents couldn't stay hidden any longer. And it immediately occurred to me to tease her before giving her what she wanted. After all, I was in power now.

My bottom lips dragged across her flesh till it became dry. She wriggled under me. I gently cradle her face and stare into her soul. "I enjoy how you give me control."

"Control?" I could see the perplexity in her eyes. "Who said anything about con—?" I gently put my lips on hers.

"I have control now." My lips brushed across her stiff, coiled spring jawline. She did not appear to like the idea that I was in command. My lips stopped at her earlobe, which I nipped teasingly. Her high-pitched whimpers have the power to ignite water.

"I control you now," I began to move her head, allowing her lips to contact various parts of my body. I initially laid her head on my shoulder. "Kiss there," I said forcefully. I adore it. Her lips gently brushed over the projecting bone line of my shoulder.

I let forth a breathless groan. "Like that," like a slug leaving wet trails that's what her lips did to both of my shoulder bones. I moved her head to behind my ears.

"I can smell your ego," she grumbled.

"That makes the both of us," I said. "Kiss, there."


I could hear a soft moist pecker along my ear, which went up and down in marvelously leisurely sequence. I adjusted her head. "Don't stop leaving kisses."

I've built myself up to be really desperate since her lips were performing the job correctly. Her lips are peppering down to my tits. "Pop one in your mouth."

Her tongue targeted the left one, tickling the nipple before fully inserting it into her mouth, where she sucked supply.

"Good girl," I grinned down at her, but my amusement faded as she nibbled hard and sent me collapsing on her. "Wait, no—" my own whimpering halted me.

I could feel her gleaming eyes on me, and it sent thrills down my spine.

"Stella, put the tip in."

I withdrew one hand that was tightly clutching her head and took her warm cock. I stroked the skin all over before slapping it on my covered clit. I then massaged it up and down, which sent my clit off like a bomb.

"You enjoy the friction?" I panted and rubbed harder.

"Ah—yes," she rasped. "Put it in," her hips surged, causing the clit to strike at my covered entrance; it seemed like it had slid in, but she groaned in frustration and impatience.

"Fuck you, tempest."

After making her suffer for too long, I pressed the crotch of my underwear and rested the jerking tip on my tight forbidden entrance.

Her chest inflated with a deep inhale, and she gently released it like a deflated airbag. Her forehead pressed against my chest, and her lips expertly slid my nipple into her mouth. As she moaned, it vibrated on my nipple and sent off a series of waves.

I started to flutter like a flag in the wind as I squeezed her head closer. My entry grabbed her so tightly that it was impossible to move without diving a bit further.

I felt a tiny movement from her hips. "No," I cautioned. I looked down and saw her eyes closed, with just her body guiding the way. Her hips gradually stopped, allowing me to grind. As she sucked. I grind.

I could feel the tip straining my entry muscle so severely that it pained. I winced and prepared to withdraw, but her begging voice stopped me. "Please let it stay." Her eyes opened, and with a plea, I was drowned.

"I might get pregnant," I speculate aloud. My eyes steadily widened as I realized she was ready to erupt.

"Let it stay. Nothing is wrong if you become pregnant?" Her hips resumed their steady push. She gently leans away from me, her eyes filled with need, begging, and passion. Despite understanding that her eruption may be disastrous, I continued to clench and grind. I adore the twisting of her face and the pleading in her eyes for my own repercussions. I. Will. Not. Stop.


"I'm so happy I married you," She slurred from intoxication. She did not intend that. Did she? Of course not. If she had an option, she would not marry me. She had a choice...
Her mouth expanded, and a faint snarl came out as she fired her shot into me, her hips thrusting forward, but with my entrance clenched so tightly, it slid out, and her come spurted abundantly against my lower back. I trembled as the warm cream slithered towards the crevices of my ass. I could feel her cock drive through there, smearing more cream across my flesh.

"Oh, Fuck!" She cursed, prompting me to glance at her. Her reaction was amazing, making Friday night seem like Friday night.