Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33
Stella POV


Dinner went perfectly, and after dessert, everyone had spread throughout the house. There was at least a dozen, probably additional of four they seemed to be each parents close friends. I didn't see the point in any of it.

If this was an arranged marriage, why did they want us to be as tight as a booty hole? I don't see why Mateo and I have to stroll around, all bonded together with hickeys that I can't take my fingers off.

The thrill was weirdly still lingering. That feeling in my tummy as her lips targeted each spot, one after the other.

I was essentially made to sit on her lap on the sofa as our parents' four sets of eyes gazed at us as though we were being studied—which, in a sense, we were.

I shifted slightly in her lap as the hardened crotch tingled my clit. It felt similar to a vibration. My clit vibrated—could it do that? Or were those my panties?

"Ah!" With a sudden cry, I jumped a little on Mateo's lap. She lied back, cool and composed, a smile on her face difficult to ignore. I, on the other hand, ignore it. I needed to figure out what was happening with my pussy. Was I horny? I didn't feel horny, but rather blissful—I'm not sure why.

It's possible that I fell in love with the hickeys, whom my parents appeared to adore as well.

"Mhmmm," I tried not to groan since the vibration was milder. What was happening?

"How is married life treating you?" The inquiry was addressed at both Mateo and myself. But all I could do was stare, anxiously trying not to grind on her lap, at the sensation.

"Mateo..." My teeth clattered as I gazed back at her, my brow furrowed in displeasure as her smile persisted. "Do you wish to take this question?" I made a move with my head. I was afraid to speak. My major concern was a moan emanating from an unknown source that was creating bodily pleasure.

She raised her hand, declining the offer. This dog shit.

"I think you should respond instead." She softly brushed her lips on the tingling hickeys, prompting something else to happen in me. What was she doing with me?

"Uhm..." I turned back to face the cooing parents. They seem to think we're cute, which is exactly what we expected. "It's been fantastic. I've...oh!" My ass squeezed around her as I felt a shock. I swallowed, attempting to preserve my poise. "I've been cooking and cleaning as a nice wife."

"Don't phrase it, that way," Mateo muttered from behind me. I scowled at her.

"Then, say something."

"I've rather you to do the talking."

I turned and smiled at them. I don't think I was prepared to address their queries.

Not with the strange power that was making me flood my panties. I'll probably wet Mateo's lap.

"I...I've also been planting some flo—" I moaned, feeling the notch of vibration soaring toward my heavens. I wanted to ride but was trapped with uncalculated wriggling—it wouldn't work. I need to go into the kitchen; as far as I can tell, the visitors have left.

"Flowers," I blurted out.

"You were the one who planted the plants we saw out back. They look wonderful. Seeing them inspires me to take up gardening."

I wanted to roll my eyes and bemoan how much I disliked gardening. The soil was very nasty.

The ground stinks, and it's loaded with too many live creatures that shouldn't have been in the first place.

"You guys are the cutest." Mateo's mother said, and my mother nodded in accord. I smiled even bigger, moved around, and lightly kissed her, but the vibration remained, beckoning me to discreetly bit her lips in wants.

"Oh my god," I groaned into her lips. I suddenly want her to take me right here. I was hot. My pussy had a mind of her own, and she simply looked too damn good to pass up. I intensified the kiss; I had long forgotten about playing charades.

"I want you to take me right now!"

If someone hadn't cleared their throat, I'd have begun pulling off my clothing. Whatever was going on seemed like a strong tug, and all I wanted to do was swipe away from it.

I can't sit here any longer. I abruptly stand. All four eyes are now on me. "I'm going into the kitchen to get some water. I'll be back." I raced away before they could fully excuse me.

I drove my hips into thin air, hoping to get that feeling out. I could feel and smell my orgasms. But it wasn't coming; whenever it did, the tremor would slow down. It was almost as if someone had con—that little bitch!

I whirled around preparing my hand to strike her across the face.

I didn't care who was present. But I ran into the Devil. She twirled me around. Her lips touched my temple tenderly, tauntingly. I could feel her facial muscles shifting.
"What have you done to my blasted panties?"
"Not much...I just needed to toy with you a bit."

She dangled the controller from whatever was going on down to my prohibited zone. Her huge thumb flirted tauntingly with the buttons.

She cocked my head to get a better look at her plaguing sneer. A muscle twitched in her upper lips, most likely from smirking too much.

Her features ensnare me.

However, I refocused my attention on the small, seed-like remote and grasped it. Without much effort, she hoisted it into the air, yet it appeared to me that she had lifted it far in the sky. I hope she understands she's going to hell for this.

Playing with my pussy like that! Forbidden!

"Give it to me."

"This," she proceeded to tease. I gasped when she raised the level, and I lost my balance. However, she thrust her hips, forcing me to remain grounded for the time being. Her cock rubbing against me didn't do much justice. Her lips, like a fiery Metroid, jotted over my hickeys.

"You want to cum, huh?"

I shrieked and could only nod.

"I will let you cum. Is just that...what would you do for your wife?"

"What do you want?" I was prepared to trade my soul with her in exchange for that lovely feeling called orgasm. I've had that previously while gratifying myself, but never from someone else. I have never authorized it. But, Mateo. She was different. I certainly did not give it to her. She took it and did a good job, but I didn't enjoy the notion that our parents or someone else could walk in and witness us in this primal position.

"It's extremely simple."

"I'm not ready to give you my virginity or a baby." I said, making sure to knock those out of the game.

I can feel her smirk. "I'm glad you've considered it."

"What do you want? God, darn it. I want to cum." Impatiently, I snapped.

"Cuddle,"

Cuddle? What kind of deal was that? For a brief while, my yearning paused, and I stared at her skeptically. I was going to question it, but I didn't.

"Fine,"

"Now, let me cum."

But my mother entered at the inappropriate time. "Next time. But you still owe me a cuddle." She spoke as she handed me the controller. I swiftly snapped it off.

"Could I have my daughter for just a second?"

"Of course, Mrs. Glazed, I was just going to speak with my folks."