The Contract

XV - Trekker

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"You are whipped."

"I am not!"

"You are oh-so-whipped, darling."

"No I'm—ahh!"

"Mm?"

This conversation was followed by a series of frustrated squeals emitted from me, and a string of snickering uttered from Lure. I felt his hand drag through my hair before tightening on the strands. He forced my head back so my throat was widely exposed to him, and he used this to his advantage. His tongue ran along my throat, from my collar bone to my chin.

I involuntarily shivered, then whimpered, "My head hurts."

He didn't release his hold on my hair and simply began nibbling at my neck, which sent shocks of both pain and pleasure through my flesh. I wiggled slightly and tapped his head, causing him to pull back slightly and regard me with a little less than interest.

"Quit it," I supplied.

A slow sneer accompanied him as he wryly asked, "Why should I?"

I hesitated, then narrowed my eyes at him. "Because!"

"Oh," he gave me a blank look, "okay." Albeit, he then leaned in and began sucking on my throat, making me cringe. The sensitive flesh there reacted negatively, yet I couldn't help but enjoy it. . . partially, of course.

"Lure!" I snapped.

"Kitten!" he mocked, slightly muffled due to the fact that he was still distractedly sucking on my throat. His hot breath beat against my skin; I suddenly felt as if he was crowding me. I sighed dramatically and let myself slump against the wall. I would have slid down it had Lure not realized that I had gone limp, and therefore he held me up by pressing my shoulders against the wall. My head fell onto my shoulder in defeat, but he made no indication that he noticed nor cared.

Instead, he began a familiar chant. "Mine, mine, mine," he whispered against my neck. He stopped sucking and went to kissing; all the way up towards my ear, taking a careful note not to pass the sensitive flesh beneath my ear that sent a shudder through my body when his lips touched it. He began gently nibbling on my earlobe before he loudly exclaimed, "Mine!" and startled me into straightening up. I scowled at him and batted him away from my ear.

Lure grinned and nuzzled my neck fondly before stepping away. "I'm hungry," he announced, "so let's go downstairs." He glanced back at our surroundings and his gaze fell onto my bed. "The only interesting thing in here is your bed, anyways."

I frowned at him. "You can't go downstairs—you know that!"

Lure feigned a puzzled expression. "Why not?" He sounded a little too innocent for my liking.

"I have a family!"

Lure's jaw dropped comically, and it was only obvious that he was mocking me. I growled in irritation as I pushed myself off the wall.

"I'll get you something," I told him, then headed out the door. I got half way down the hall before I stopped near my mom's bedroom door. I closed my eyes, pausing to bite my lip guiltily. I could hear her crying, softly but evidently, and I hated myself for causing her this pain.

I bit back a yelp when I felt two arms slide around my waist, pulling me back against a hard body. Warm lips met with my shoulder, but that was all before I tore myself from Lure's grip and whirled around, my eyes wide.

"Back in my room!" I whispered urgently, giving him a gentle shove on the chest as if to emphasize my point. "Is it so hard to stay in one place?"

"Agonizingly so," he smiled, then dipped down to kiss me. I stepped back to avoid contact, but he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me right up against him. His hands fell to the small of my back and he pressed me against him, smiling calmly down at my infuriated expression. He nipped at my lips playfully and eventually kissed me. I responded gently at first—I'd just go along with him to please him, hoping he'd be in a good enough mood to go back into my room—but I couldn't quite stay calm when he began pulling at me, trying to delve his tongue deeper into my mouth. His lips practically devoured mine, almost desperately, and I was momentarily confused.