Arranged: Bound By Contract (girlxintersex)

Chapter 37

Chapter 37
Stella POV


Her lips moved across my face, making a moist and lengthy trip to my lips, where she began to kiss me. It was impossible to resist her, so I began moving my lips to express my desire.

Suddenly, she felt too far away, yet her body was on top of me. We laid chest to chest. Lip to lip. And body to body. Nonetheless, I desired more time with her. I want to feel her weight crush me. This couldn't be the woman I mentioned to my mother. The woman I did not wish to spend eternity with.

I had a crazy personality.

I'd rather be out there, clutching to myself tightly since the clothing I'd be wearing hardly covered anything, but here, where I'm warm and have her body on top of me, I feel ecstasy as well. I could feel the bliss slowly creeping up on me, so I stopped kissing her. My hand slipped from keeping her close to me. Those same hands pushed her away. I feel happy, but also uncomfortable—uncomfortable joy, perhaps. Or perhaps I was terrified. I was afraid I'd develop affections for someone too demanding.

"Do not push me away, Stella. You need this as much as I do." She muttered as her lips gently brushed my lips. I really need this. But something didn't feel right.

I'd rather be out there, clutching to myself tightly since the clothing I'd be wearing hardly covered anything, but here, where I'm warm and have her body on top of me, I feel ecstasy as well. I could feel the bliss slowly creeping up on me, so I stopped kissing her. My hand slipped from keeping her close to me. Those same hands pushed her away. I feel happy, but also uncomfortable—uncomfortable joy, perhaps. Or perhaps I was terrified. I was afraid I'd develop affections for someone too demanding.

"Do not push me away, Stella. You need this as much as I do." She muttered as her lips gently brushed my lips. I really need this. But something didn't feel right.

It felt too soft. I'd prefer she choked me till I passed out. I surrendered and agreed, melting into the pleasure and tenderly kissing her.

My hand was stuck sliding through her hair, and that was all. I would not say the same about her hands. They were gently stroking me in spots, that I wanted to be touched in. I just wasn't sure how to ask someone to touch me there.

Her fingertips trace lines from a quarter of my thigh to my waist. The experience had heightened my excitement, prompting me to moaned gently against her now swollen lips.

Her touch became more adventurous as she tugged my panties down. "I don't want to have sex."

"We won't; just trust me."

I scoffed; that is the last thing I will do. Trusting anybody, even her. I was essentially betrayed and sold. I could feel her slowly lowering her boxers. Her cock was not hard. Which led me to lift my brow in surprise. I am curious as to why. She rolled away from me, and I turned my bare back to her.

Her fingertips run delicately from my temple to the side of my neck, where the hickeys started. I feel myself battling with both anxiety and pleasure.
However, I trusted her with my body enough to close my eyes and thrust myself against her nude chest. It feels fantastic.

But I selfishly with store it to myself or maybe a friend or two that I really enjoy a thing called "cuddle time" with Mateo.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

I smiled. Her touch has entranced me, and I feel compelled to tell her. As my words resonated in my own ears, I appeared nearly active. Almost robotic.

"I don't want to become a wife?"

"Why not? And do not tell me you are too young. Being a wife is not about age."

"You're controlling. I want to go outside and play like a kid."

She draws me closer, her lips resting on my back and reaching over the mountain of my shoulder. I'll probably do this again. Probably another calm Sunday.

"That's because you're not a child. You're an adult."

"You understand what I mean. I don't want to be shoved in this life."

"If you stick around for a while, you might enjoy it. You only have to try. It's hard for me too, you know?"

"It's not." I scowled in my brain. How could it be difficult for her?

"It is. I have to spend $6 million every year, plus invest in your father's firm, simply to have you. However, we will not delve too deep into this."

"Why not?"

"I will say no more than, I don't want you to feel bad about being with me." Her lips exchanged one final kiss on my skin.


I turned around. I want to know what she meant. She was not going to tell me anything other than what she had stated. All are parables. She drew me farther into her chest, my nose resting between her bosoms, her fingers in time with my head and chest.

"Let us do this every night." My desire was muffled within her chest. Her deep chuckle resonates and causes the hair on my body to rise up. I need to maintain my composure. I didn't not want her to take me just yet.

A lot has happened in a week.
"We can do it. If you don't piss me off. You constantly found or did something to test my patience."

"Sorry," I shrugged.

"You don't mean that."

"I really don't."

She puffed angrily. "And I'm furious, now. Can you grow up for a second?"

"I'm grown."

"You are plainly not." Her arms relaxed, allowing me to back out and stare at her.

"And you believe you're mature?" I react sassily, slapping her hand. She puffed again.

"What if I hit you back?

"Hit me!" I challenged. She glared.

"Trust me, Stella, you don't want me to." She grasped my hand and laid her palm on mine.
"You can notice the difference. Are you sure you want this hand to strike you?" Upon asking, it appeared as though she would hit me if I answered in the affirmative. I smirked, taking myself on a crazy ride. To see whether she actually has the balls to hit me.

I smacked her face. "Hit me pussy," I slapped nearer to her ears. Her cheeks twitched with annoyance as she gently stroked it. Oh, I love it. I enjoy wearing, or as she stated, tickling her patience bag. "What are you waiting for, huh?"

"Stop it!"

I smacked her. I eased up and started firing strikes at her face, hand, and chest. She flushed angrily.

I yelped as she grabbed my hand, which seemed tobe two twigs in her hand. In a second, and most likely less. I felt a pain onmy right cheek, but I couldn't massage it to determine if she had hit me or ifit was a dream.

"I told you to stop!" She yelled in my face. "Now look at whatyou had me do." She growled as she slammed my face down and ass up againstthe bed. This excited me. I was such a filthy, bad girl. I wanted her to strikeme again, so I elevated my leg and pushed it into her stomach.
She doubled over, grumbled, and stared at me.

I gasped as I felt her palm paddle on both of my ass cheeks. She did not stop."I..." Slap "told" double slap "to" triple slap"stop" quadruple slap. There I was, stifling my cries beneath the covers.But it was enough to hurt her ears. Maybe I should tell her to take me just howI envisioned it.

"You fucking cunt," she yelled, slapping my red, bruised flesh.

"More, please. I have been an awful girl. Please hit me some more."

"Why are you like this?" Her own query seems to baffle her. Why was Ilike this? Like, what? I do not know. I've never actually had a relationship.
"I don't know."

To my great dismay. She fell back into bed. This does not seem to be aphenomenon. She looked up at the ceiling. I was still there, with my ass up.She sighs and speaks without looking at me. "You can lay down again."

"I guess I liked to be rough up. I liked to be talked to. I enjoy how youdominate me, but I still desire that loophole for my independence."

"You can't desire everything. You have to choose one day." Shemumbled, backing away from me. "Thank you for the snuggle." She sadlymuttered.

I huffed, and found myself looking up at the ceiling. I wanted to console her.Be the wife to all wives. I simply can't.