The Contract (COMPLETED)

Control

Max
After a successful day at the beach I head upstairs to my bedroom. As I walk in Nora comes out of the bathroom wearing little shorts and a tank top. I can see her nipples which reminds me of my mouth on them. She moves to one side of the bed and pulls the sheets.

"It's barely 10 love," I say moving closer.

"I am tired Mr. Hamilton." I want her to call me Max. I want her to have some kind of emotion when she says my name.

I grab the little tank top and rip it. She gasp at my sudden move. Her breast harden and I lean to kiss them. Her hands are on my shoulders pushing me away.

I am in control.

I decided when to stop and when to start.

I pull her up and throw her against the bed. Her hair is all over the place and she's looking at me with big eyes. I have been too nice. She had gotten a break and I had done nothing about her seeing her ex boyfriend. She wants to act like a child, I will show her how to behave.

I run my hand through one of her legs and up her thigh. Her body fills with goosebumps. I bend slowly and kiss in between her breast. I move down to her stomach. She moves slightly as I hold the end of her shorts. They are on the floor with the ripped tank top almost immediately. Now it's me fully clothed and her laying on her black laced panties. It's a moment that will fill my dreams later. I am certain.

"Please don't," she says.

I tear the fabric leaving her naked before me. I feel the immediate pleasure build up inside me just by looking at her. I place my hand on her hip slower then I had meant to. I want to take my clothes off and feel her bare flesh touch mine. I am too caught up observing her body to stop her hand from slapping me across the face. "You're a bastard," she can hit hard.

"I've been told," I tell her. I bend to kiss her, it's an angry kiss. Her hands are pushing me away but her lips keep savoring mine. I move my hand in between her legs and give her what I know she desperately needs. Her head pulls back and she gasps in surprise. I kiss her neck as my fingers move slower and faster. I kiss her breast, her collarbone, and every time she moans I slow down to tease her.

I kiss my way down her stomach and stop between her legs. Her body is still as if she's waiting patiently for me to make my next move. "Please Mr. Hamilton... stop," it's a weak plead. I smile and give her what she wants to deny so badly. Her hips lift slightly wanting more and more. I take my time giving her what she wants and remembering every moment of it. "I hate-," she tries to speak but the words are lost a she comes.

I go to the bathroom and take a quick cold shower that does no good. She had tasted so good and felt so good. It's not even sex, just head and a hand job I had given her but god did it make me feel like the luckiest bastard. She's probably angry at me and I don't blame her. So when I walk into the bedroom naked I am ready to receive a pillow thrown at me or some screaming. But the room is completely silent and Nora is still on top of the sheets completely naked.

Her eyes are looking up at the empty ceiling. I am not sure how to approach her or what to say at the moment. So I just stand there, naked, watching her in the bed naked. It isn't uncomfortable. It makes me imagine all the things we can do together. How her body would react towards mine if she would stop trying to deny us. How my arms would rap around hers perfectly. It makes me think that sex with Nora would be completely different.

"Come," she demands patting the spot next to her on the bed. So I lay next to her on the bed but instead of looking at the ceiling I look at her. "We're naked. On a bed. What are you thinking about Mr. Hamilton?" I think there's an obvious answer to that question. Sex. And maybe she asks because she wants to hear more than just sex.

But I am a bastard, "sex."

"I am thinking how I have come to this point in my life. Where I enjoyed the hands of a stranger in my body. Because that's what you are Mr. Hamilton, a stranger," she turns to face me. With a quick move she places her naked body on top of mine. The urge inside me grows. "I know what I've seen in TV or read in magazines but that doesn't make you someone to me. Tell me something, anything..." she runs a finger through my abs like she had done this morning.

I close my eyes and breath heavily. "Tomorrow you'll meet my father. I despise him. You'll also meet my mother. A woman I am not sure I know," she doesn't say anything so I go on. "My parents are good people. They just weren't meant to be parents. My childhood wasn't the best," she leans down and gives me a small kiss.

"More..." I never talk about my personal life with anyone. But Nora is here, naked in front of me asking me to share more. I want to have her under me and moaning but part of me wants to tell her who I really am or at least something. And so I put the bastard aside and let her in.

"If I marry you I won't need to share anything with him. The company would be mine fully. He wouldn't appear in my life anymore," she wouldn't understand. Her father wasn't like mine.

"Is that what you really want? To never see him again?"

I place my hands on her hips. "I can be all kinds of fucked up Nora but I am not my father, nor do I want to be. He doesn't make me a better man. I wouldn't miss him."

She kisses me. Her breast touching my skin. There's a feeling inside me that appreciates her for this. For not pushing me and instead making me forget. I flip her so I am on top of her. She stops kissing me suddenly breathing heavily, "maybe we should get some sleep."

I nod and pull away. For once in my life time I am not completely disappointed that someone else has control. I want to have sex with Nora but I want to take my time with her. And I also want her to look me in the eyes and call me by my first name when I am deep inside her.

So we sleep.

And it's a fucking beautiful kind of sleep.