It Started With A Pleasure Contract

It Started With A Pleasure Contract

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Introduction

IT STARTED WITH A PLEASURE CONTRACT
Electra and Bastian are at the beginning of the new journey. What started as a sexual relationship between the CEO and his assistant grew into something much more than a physical pleasure. They found love between the cuffs and whips. Pleasure was wrapped in the bedsheets when their bodies were dancing to the sounds of the angelic symphony, and trust was present in their every touch, surrounding them like a thin layer of fog. They started to write their own fairy tale. However, not everything is as easy as it seems. Yes, their feelings for each other are strong, but will it be enough when the old skeletons start to walk out of their closets? Will their love be strong enough when real life knocks on their door, bursting their small bubble? Everything is perfect between them, but how long does it take for Electra to find out that it is not easy to live in the spotlight, always surrounded by people who wait for her to make a mistake?

Chapter 1

BASTIAN’S POV

A very pleasurable feeling brought me back from my sleep and I slowly opened my eyes. My vision was blurry, but I was sure, that I saw a blond woman’s head as she moved up and down, playing with my cock. The shock was quickly replaced by pure bliss when I remembered who the female working on me first thing in the morning was.

“Fuck, princess,” I moaned. My breathing quickened when she licked my whole length and took me into her warm, wet mouth. I burried my fingers into her hair, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. I could get used to this kind of treatment. I quickly made a mental note of the new Saturday morning rule.

It wasn’t hard for my beautiful girl to finish me off like a professional. Her mouthwork was exceptional. The way that she was moving her tongue and at the same time she was sucking my cock was otherworldly. She needed an introduction to almost every aspect of the bdsm relationship, but in oral sex she was magnificent.

“Good morning, sir,” she purred, after she swallowed my cum. Her eyes glowed with excitement and happiness when she was giving me one of her radiant smiles. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. And she was mine. I just couldn’t be happier.

“Good morning, baby girl.” I yawned, stretching my body, bathing in the postorgasmic calmness that always settled in my chest after a strong climax. At least for a few minutes, I forgot about my daily responsibilities.

“How did we get back home?” Electra asked, leaning closer to my abdomen and licking her way up through my chest. She wanted to play.

“While you were sleeping, I carried you to the car and then here,” I answered, stroking her arm, while she was nibbling the skin on my shoulder. “I thought that you would wake up, but you were dead asleep.”

“I don’t remember any of it.” She giggled next to my ear, continuing to kiss me.

“I don’t like sleeping away from home,” I muttered, closing my eyes and taking pleasure from her soft lips pecking my jaw. My cock was again twitching with need, and when she sat on me, pressing her wet core against my hard member, I couldn’t stop my natural reaction..

I grabbed her plump ass cheeks, squeezing them before I slightly lifted her and I pushed myself inside of her. If I didn’t know her, I would have checked her wetness, but it wasn’t necessary. Her slick opening literally sucked me in and her walls clenched around me when she gasped and bit my neck.

“Ride me, princess,” I commanded and she pressed her palms against my chest, supporting herself, when she slowly started making circles with her pelvis. I gave her a few seconds to adjust to my size, and then I moved my hands to her hips, helping her to go up and down my shaft.

During the whole time, she tried to maintain eye contact. Her rhythm quickened and she moaned, while I was hungrily watching her bouncing breasts.

She was amazing. Those lustful hazel orbs were piercing my soul. The image of her riding my cock was imprinted into my brain for eternity. If someone ever asked me what my favourite memory of her was so far, this would be my answer. She was sweaty and panting, squeezing my thighs for support while she was giving me herself over and over again. My perfect woman.

I was close to my second climax in less than half an hour and I didn’t want to end our morning session, so I swiftly pulled myself up, pressing her body against mine, and I kissed her, stopping her movements. She put her hands on my shoulders and I used that moment of distraction to throw her on the bed. She groaned in frustration, flashing me a glare. She clearly didn’t like my methods of getting her on all fours, but I didn’t give her a chance to continue expressing her disapproval because I entered her from behind, making her cry out my name.

As I’d expected, the scenes at my club, as well as our first kiss, demolished the last barrier that stood between us. My given name wasn’t a taboo for her anymore; she wasn’t scared of starting something if she wanted me to fuck her. Everything was as it should be. And it didn’t even take too long. She didn’t know what I prepared for her for tonight, and I had no intention of telling her. It was a surprise, and I was very curious about how she would react.

My ragged thoughts disturbed me for a moment from a very pleasurable activity, but Electra’s sweet whining brought me back to reality in a millisecond. I smacked her ass lightly, grinning when it jiggled because of that weak spank, and I pushed myself inside of her hard. She fisted a cushion, groaning into the mattress, and her wet pussy hugged me tightly before I withdrew my member out of her and entered her again.

I felt that she was close again and she deserved her release after that wake-up call, so I took a fistful of her hair and I pulled her up. Her moans and erratic breathing were like a symphony to my ears. I wrapped my hand around her throat, pressing her sweaty body against mine while I continued with my thrusts.

“Cum for me, princess,” I whispered into her ear, my voice was clouded with desire. I loved that feeling when she surrendered herself to her orgasm, when her pussy clenched around my cock and her body gave up.

After a few more pushes, this was exactly what I experienced. Her whole frame was trembling; she was screaming in ecstasy, not able to hold her eyes open. And I proceeded with my work, finishing a few seconds later, taking what was mine.

I was still inside of her when her body went limp in my arms, and she had a hard time catching her breath. I gently put her on the bed, making sure I didn’t crush her with my weight. We were lying next to each other for almost thirty minutes without any movement or a word. I noticed that her chest was rising and falling evenly, telling me that my princess was sleeping.

I gently kissed her forehead, then shoulder, and when I pecked her cheek and she didn’t move, I let her be. As quietly as possible, I left the bed, and I took a quick shower. It was 10 a.m., and in an hour, I had a meeting with my brother.

During the whole time, while Andreas was talking to me about some stuff, which I didn’t consider useful, my mind drifted to Electra.

Tonight, it will be magical for her.

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