The Contract (3 page)

Cray said, “I hadn’t intended to use that pill on you again.  It’s not available in the US, but I thought I’d give it a try with you.  Your reaction was so severe I didn’t think I’d ever need to use it again.”

Unconsciously I tightened, jumping off the table.  “I don’t need that pill, okay?  I’ll do whatever you want to do.”  I really, really didn’t want that pill again.  The minute that pill took effect I lost my will and my dignity.  To be honest I didn’t have much left to me other than dignity and didn’t want to give it up too.

Instead of answering, Cray went into the kitchen and came back holding one of the pills.  I backed away, hands out.  “Please don’t—it was really bad.”

Cray said, “If you’d follow the rules I wouldn’t have to.”

“You don’t have to now.  I mean, just don’t give it to me.”

Cray said, “You have no self discipline.  That’s why you burned through a decently sized trust fund in mere years.  You knew your parents were cutting you off.  Yet you still lived as if money would always be there.”  His voice lowered, “And you knew I wouldn’t allow you to deviate from the rules I’d set, yet you did it anyway.  Little bitch, during your time with me there will be consequences for what you do.”

“But your rules were absurd.”

“Then negotiate them, but ignoring them will only get you punishment.”

“Like you’re Mr. Flexible and would even listen to me if I tried to negotiate them.  Besides,” I said mutinously, “You do know that you get more behavior changes with positive reinforcement than with punishment.”

Cray went back into the kitchen, and I thought I’d won this round.  When he returned with a glass of water and the pill I felt tears prick my eyes.  “Don’t do this.”  I suddenly changed tactics and turned to run. 

I got two steps when he said, “Alyssa, do you believe that one way or another, I will get this pill down you?”

I halted, my back to him and tears flowing out of my eyes.  Yes, the asshole would find a way to get it down me—eventually.  “Why shouldn’t I fight for that small chance that you don’t?”

He walked up behind me, putting his hand on my shoulder.  I flinched at his touch.  “That’s a very smart question.  The answer is: if you take it quietly, right now, then you only take one.  If I have to call up a security team to hold you down, or find some other way to force it down, then not only will you have the humiliation of having strangers see you out of control and naked, but you will be taking two pills.  Think of what last night was like—would you like to have that doubled?”

Oh hell no, I didn’t want that.  I took a deep breath and turned around, putting out my hands for the pill and water.  Before I could freak out further I took the pill, closing my eyes as I felt it go down.

Cray’s hand came up and wiped at one of my tears, looking at it on his thumb as if fascinated by it.  I turned away from him and took the blanket from the massage table and put it around me like a cape, sliding down to sit cross-legged on the floor in the blanket like the world’s sulkiest swami.

Cray left the room, only to return later dressed in casual clothes.  I felt a curl of desire for him—wanting to pull that shirt off and lick down that stomach…  I moaned softly and pulled part of the blanket over my head.

Cray squatted in front of me.  “Come on.”  He put out his hand but I just shook my head.  “Alyssa, don’t give me trouble.  Come on.”

Feeling less and less in control of myself, I put out a hand and let him pull me to my feet.  The blanket slithered off me, which was better since the texture of it was becoming unbearable.  He took me to the couch where he activated the movie/music/whatever player.  He put on a movie I’d never seen before.

I was curled in a ball on the couch.  “What is it?”

He told me the movie while I let loose another low moan as my insides seemed to cramp up hungrily.  Carefully, Cray pulled me into his lap where I immediately slid my hands under his t-shirt and slowly stroked his skin.  That helped, a little.

I watched maybe ten minutes of the movie before I was too impaired to focus.  I scrambled out of Cray’s lap saying something about the bathroom.  He rose and caught my arm before I sprinted away.  “I doubt you need to use the restroom as much as you want to simply be by yourself for awhile.”

“You are such a bastard!” I nearly screamed.

“Yes, I’ve been told that.”  This rage was very different from last night.  Maybe it was because I knew it was still getting stronger.

I pushed him with all my strength.  All it did was cause him to step back and look amused.  Amused!  My temper snapped and I looked around me wildly, not really sure what I was searching for until I found it.  A rolling kitchen island that looked light enough—I ran over to it while Cray simply watched as if I was putting on a good show.  I picked it up, intending originally to hurl it at him, but I couldn’t do it.  Either I was afraid of what he’d do or didn’t want to really hurt him but regardless, that path was closed.  So I picked it up as if it were an Olympic event, swung in a half circle, and threw it at the glass wall of windows that graced one side of the apartment.

I’m stronger than I look, and it hit the glass hard.  Hard enough to cause a star-like pattern of cracks to form at the impact point.  I raced to grab it again, thinking a couple more throws and I’d be able to throw myself to my death, should it come to that.  But really, breaking Cray’s beautiful, expensive window was my main goal.

Cray met me at the movable kitchen counter and took my arms in his.  He pulled me away from the area and back to the couch.  I fought furiously, hoping this would help the other pains from my center that were nearly unbearable now.  He put me down on the couch, partially sitting on me to hold me there, his hands around my wrists holding them over my head.

I was pretty well out of it by now.  I cried and screamed and tried to bite him.  This was ten times worse than last night.  Maybe the effects were cumulative.  Cray leaned close to me to say something but I couldn’t concentrate on it.  I turned and kissed him, and everything changed.  Cray switched my wrists to one hand and put his hand under my neck to control the kiss better.  And it was a kiss, yes, but really more, like we were eating at each other.  The kiss was wonderful, outstanding, but not enough.  I arched up, trying to rub against him.  This went on a little longer, and I was starting to feel that build up inside that signaled a climax when he stopped and moved off me.

I was sweating and reached out for him.  “Please, please.  I swear I’ll make it the greatest thing you’ve ever had.  I’ll make it the best thing
anyone
has ever had.”

He squatted next to my head, pushing my arms away as they pulled at him.  “Alyssa, why did I insist you take the pill?”

What?  The pill?  Who remembered, who knew?

But I could see he’d wait forever if necessary for an answer.  I tried to force my desire-muddled mind to think.  “I think, I think I made a mess.”

“No,” he said with more calm than I thought appropriate, “that was last night.  Why did you have to take it tonight?”

“Oh God, I don’t—wait, because of the massage?”

“And?” 

“Why are you doing this to me?” I howled.

Cray said softly, “Eventually all things become clear.  Now tell me why else?”

I was crying again.  “Shit, the cleaning or something, and I broke the window.”

Cray said with a sigh, “Close enough.”

“Well, do I get a reward now?”

“Depends on what you want.”

“You.”  My eyes gleamed as if I was starving—oh yeah, I was—and he was a banquet.

I slowly rose off the couch, shaking a bit, and took his hand and led him to the bedroom.  “You’re not going to want to move afterwards.  Hell, you might just die during the things I want to do to you.”

“You know the rules though,” he reminded me, lying down in the bed.

“I don’t get an orgasm.  Yes, I hate you for life, but yeah, I know the fucking rules.”

I pushed him down on his back and somehow pulled his shirt off.  Straddling him, I first kissed him, doing all the wonderful kissy things I’d ever done, heard of, or read about.  I sucked his lip and bit it gently, I sucked on his tongue, I was hard and soft.  And he loved it.  No, he didn’t say anything, but from where I was sitting I could tell he wasn’t uninvolved.  I could feel his erection under me, and slid against him a couple of times, not really able to help myself.  It took a warning, “Alyssa,” before I moved down.

I explored his chest, licking and nibbling until he growled something at me that I assumed meant to move on.  So I moved on.  I wanted to break his vaunted control, so at first I simply touched, dancing my fingers along his cock and testicles until he made another restless noise.

Then I used my tongue, lapping at him like a kitten with cream.  I kept my hands away, using my face and tongue to move him where I wanted him, but not taking him into my mouth.  By the time I was ready to, he was sweating as much as I was.  I said, “Wouldn’t it be mean for me to just stop and let you suffer like I am suffering?”

His eyes blazed at me and I said quickly, proving I don’t have a deathwish, “Just asking.”  Keeping my eyes on his I slowly drew him into my mouth, starting slow and gentle and moving slowly to a quicker movement and less gentleness.  Again, I tried to make it last, knowing this somehow kept the cramps of desire away.  His hands fisted in my hair now and he began to pump into me, harder and harder until he flooded my mouth and throat with ejaculate. 

My heart rate was high, but nothing like his.  Unfortunately now that I was done with him, my swirling stabs of desire came back again, and I curled up on the bed facing him.  Eventually he looked over at me, an odd look on his face.  I said softly, “I think you’d better get the handcuffs out because I’m falling asleep, but I’m not sure I can…”

“I trust you,” Cray said.  “Come here.”

I moved over by him and he turned off the lights with a set up next to the bed.   He lay so that one of my arms was trapped under his neck.  “You continue to surprise me, Alyssa.  I thought I knew exactly what you’d be but you’re nothing like that.  While I more than enjoyed what you did to me tonight, remember your discomfort and let’s not make this happen a third time.”

I sniffed.  “I can’t do all the ridiculous things you tell me to.  Then I’ll get another pill, but this time I won’t give you a blowjob, I’ll bite it off.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”  Cray might have sounded amused.

I brought up my legs since I was still have cramping from unfulfilled need.  Cray rubbed my shoulder and back and that distracted me enough until I fell asleep.

Chapter Four

This time Cray was still asleep next to me as I woke up with that “partied way too hard” feeling.  I slid out of bed to go get some water before my tongue disintegrated.  When I returned Cray was just waking, looking sleepy and gorgeous.  Hey, I can hate the guy and still admire the package, right?

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Fine,” I said shortly.  I’d have felt loads better if I hadn’t been drugged you fucking jerk. “Why are you still here?  Don’t you have to go and take over the world or something,
Lex Luthor?”

“I’m taking some time off from world domination.  I wanted to concentrate on you.”  His eyes gleamed, and I took a step away.

“Yeah, well, just so you know I’m not always as nice as I’ve been with you.  I get snarky sometimes—hard to believe, I know, but true.”

He pretty much ignored me and went to the bathroom where soon I heard the shower running.  Okay—the whole day with Satan.  I guess I’d better get dressed.  I put on my only clean outfit—the sweatpants and overlarge T.  I needed to do laundry, and that always made me feel awful.  All that sudsing and swirling (mental shudder), all I needed was a rock and I was a cave woman.  I decided to see if I could find any coffee.  I drank it occasionally when I needed a post-party boost.  I was humming to myself and looking through cabinets when I realized Cray was standing there.

“Looking for a coffee maker but not doing so well,” I said calmly.

Cray nudged the pile of laundry on the floor.  “And this?”

“Well, I figure—

“Stop that.”

I frowned at his terse comment.  “Uh, stop figuring?”

“That too.  From this point on your speech will be free of any ‘ums, uhs, and wells.”

“It will?  And do I ‘ave to pronounce my
H
s, Mr. ‘iggins?”  I began to sing, “The Rain in Spain.”

“You were telling me about this.”  Again he nudged the bundle with his toe.  He completely ignored my “My Fair Lady” rendition, which pissed me off.

“I would think it obvious,
Lex
, that my clothes require washing.  Now I waited quite patiently for them to wash themselves but wouldn’t you know it, I must have bought the wash-by-hand kind.”  Now that was funny.  I should at least get a smile for that.

Cray completely ignored it.  “And the clothes you’re wearing?”

“I get a headache when I try to wash clothes when I’m in them.  I mean, all that holding my breath and the tumbling.  It’s exhausting.”

“You sound as if you’ve actually done laundry.”

“Duh! I’m a spoiled previously rich bitch, not an idiot.”  I rolled my eyes dramatically.

“You may add the word ‘duh’ to the words you will no longer use.”

And that was it.  My good-ish mood I’d been holding onto by the skin of my teeth was gone. “What do you want, anyway?  Why don’t you just go and kick old ladies or something?”

“I prefer to watch you.”

“And fucking annoy me to death.”

Now Cray smiled.  “We’re going to try a small outing.  Depending on how you do, you may be accompanying me to a party tomorrow.”

“I thought you hated parties.  There was this big thing on it in
People
.  You said you thought they were simply ways for the bored rich to tell themselves they are having a good time.”

“Yet sometimes social occasions are necessary.  Now, will you behave yourself when we go out?  Believe me I will remember everything you do.”

“Oh come on!  Not that pill again.  Seriously I think it’s going to give me brain damage and then how will I manage the intricacies of laundry?”