Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 31

Chapter 31
Stella POV

It's Sunday, which means Mateo and I have been married for exactly one week. One week of highs and lows. One week of her demands. Only one week has been finished, out of many months and years to come. Just one week.

Despite the fact that it is only one week. Numerous things occurred. Too much. I assumed I'd wait a few months before Mateo and I were this intimate, but something went wrong. I had no idea where.

But this was not what I had intended. I was gradually attempting to accept my fate, and with it. I had given my brain a schedule that it should have followed. It goes like this:
We kissed going on the fourth months. Which was followed by sex...one year later, and then four years later, I may as well close my eyes and produce that idiotic offspring. And before I know it, divorce. Collect my millions of money. Celebrate for one year Go on vacation and live the rest of my life as a city girl.

However, things were going sideways. For the worst. Because, maybe next time we perform our little tease, I'll simply let her put it all the way in. Breed me. Get it over with. Fuck.

Breed me?

I bite my lips, feeling something warmcome over me.

As my eyes unintentionally pursued the pattern on the ceiling, a fresh notionoccurred.
Breed me? I enjoy the sound of it. In my tiny bubble, it didn't seem thathorrible. How would I let her breed me? What position. I bite my lips and rollover in the empty bed. I arched my back and separated my knees. I lookedaround, visualizing her behind me, pumping all of her sperm into me.

I clutched the sheet and started rolling over my expanding buttocks. "Doyou want to breed me like that?" I let out an earnest chuckle at myfollies. "Or..." I quietly say, "Like this."I didn't change my posture, but I threw one foot in the air, imagining it bentawkwardly on her shoulder.
It would be fantastic, though, to feel her clutching my stomach and ramming hercock in my tight hole.

"Maybe..." I continued whispering to myself. "Perhapsyou'll have both feet around your waist while in this position?" Igroaned louder, imagining how deep it could settle in me.

"Would—Ahh!" My own scream was stopped short whenMateo's moonlight silver eyes locked on mine. She remained itched in thedoorway. I moved around quickly and pushed the blanket over my body so shewouldn't see my heated, blazing, humiliated flesh.

"What are you doing here?!" I snapped, as if this wasn't our privatebedroom and she could enter it at any time.

However, she made this clear as she stepped in carefully. My gaze focused onher hips.

"Are you rehearsing for the position I'll breed you into?" She asked.Her back turned as she walked towards the closet. She pulled the clothing asideand searched around.

"Eh! No, I was only stretching. Doing a little yoga for the body. It feelsa little ceased-up." I lied. "You are not getting a child from me. Noway. No time soon."

"You will see."

I rolled my eyes. My shame shifted to the back, and I focused on what she maybe looking for so attentively.

"I want you to wear your maid uniform again tomorrow?"

"It is dirty."
"You own more than one. "They are on this side of the closet."She said, pointing her fingers to the left of the closet. Great! Absolutelyfantastic. "Be careful to bring a robe when you walk to the mailbox orwater the plants. I want no one seeing what's mine."

'I want no one seeing what's mine.' I mocked in my brain. However, sheseemed to sense it, as she turned to give me a death gaze.

"What are you searching for?"

"The outfit that proclaims you're a happy wife. My wife. Your folksare arriving today, correct?"

I nodded and reached over for my phone. I check to see an a day old messagefrom my mom, saying she was coming.

"When?"

"About 3 p.m."
"Ask Nathalie for help in the kitchen. We're all going to preparesomething nice. Something tells me they aren't the only ones coming."

"More people?!"

"Well, they've been close with my folks. Not something I enjoy. Nevermore,they judged us a young married pair, so of course they will come professionalsto examine our body language.

"Not cool," I murmured, my tongue rubbing between my teeth.

"Absolutely not." She agreed. She brought out a couple hangerswith dresses, connected to them. She appeared to have my clothes for todaylined up, so I didn't have to worry about it. "Since we're married. Theyexpect things to happen quickly. If they have any questions concerning thebaby. You tell them we're working on it."

"Why?"
"Because we're working on it." Her tone was loaded with arrogance."Tell them we're all sunshine and bees. And smile a lot."

Her saying this, remind me how much I should be sucking and smiling.

"Have you done this before?"

"Yes, I hired a couple females to masquerade as my girlfriend duringfamily events. It works all the time, so they won't be sucking on my balls foranother two months."

"Oh,"

She approached the bed and lay the garments down. They all appear respectfuland pleasant, demonstrating that I was a "happy" wife. I was far fromit. Perhaps if I could have maintained my previous lifestyle, I would have beencontent.

As I turned my head, I noticed her gazing at me. I had no idea why I wasfeeling so heated and flushed.

"What?" I tried not to smile.

"Come here."

I didn't inquire and crawled out of the thick blanket. I was on my fours beforeher, looking up at her. "Don't tell anybody, not even your mom, whathappened yesterday. I don't want anyone knowing how unhinged I am?"

"Are you sure they don't already know?"

"I keep that side at bay. Everyone just knows me as the quietbusinesswoman. You are the only one who brings out the worst in me?"

I bite my lips as I sensually adjust my position by rotating around andstroking my ass on her pants. She was wearing jean? I only noticedthe sensation of the stiff fabric against my buttocks. I hauled her down ontome by her shirt.

"Was it a compliment?" I asked in a seductive tone, "I grind onher."

"Maybe, or it may be that I want to snap your little neck." Shemurmured this while fiercely gripping my neck and pushing more into her. As hereyes fixed me, she gave me a hard shove on my ass, making me want to feel thebehemoth in my tight asshole.

She licked my lips slowly, making my body weaker. "I need to give you ahickey."

"Why!" I attempted to wriggle away, but she had already pinned me.

"To sell it to their face that we are a happy married couple," shecontinued. "I also want them to see you are officially mine."

But we were not formally together. Did she forget she possessed a piece ofpaper that was just in the drawer of her bedside table? Or she suffers fromshort-term memory loss.

"Isn't hugging and smiling to their face not enough?"

"No,"

Her breath moved closer to the side of my neck. The part where they would uniteto witness it. She licked it, prepping it for her mark. I detest hickeys. Thiswould be my first hickey. I let out a sultry groan as she started to suck ontomy warm skin. She moved her hips, bringing back those emotions. One of thesedays, her surge would score home.

I expected her to draw away as she finished a lick, but her lips hovered justbelow that hickey and she went for another.

"What are you doing?" I attempted to get free from her grip.

"One hickey is not enough."

"You said only one."

"Did I?"