Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Jace’s P. O. V.

Next day,

In the evening, I stand outside Zara’s house, frustrated as she isn’t opening the door.

After taking out my phone from my pocket, I dial her number.

After three rings, she finally answers, and I sigh.

“Zara, where are you? Why aren’t you opening the door? Is everything okay, baby?” I ask, worried for her.

“Jace, I’m not at home and busy. I’ll call you as soon as I get free.” She hangs up without listening to me, making me suspicious because she has never done this before.

I just hope she is fine.

After opening WhatsApp, I text her.

Me: Take care and don’t forget to call me as soon as possible.

As I finish typing the message to Zara, my eyes fall on her car parked outside.

Did she lie to me? But why? I should check on her.

I climb through the window and quietly enter her room. The sight that greets me leaves my heart sinking-Zara, in tears, sitting alone on the bed.

“Zara…” I call out softly, my worry intensifying. She startles at my presence and hastily wipes away the tears.

I approach her, concern etched on my face. “What happened, baby? Why are you crying?” I ask, my voice filled with worry.

As she rushes into my arms, seeking solace, I embrace her tightly.

“My uncle came to meet me,” she begins, sobbing. “He ordered me to stay away from you because the maid of the house disclosed everything about us. He was furious, and despite my attempts to explain, he wouldn’t listen, Jace.”

I caress her hair, reassuring her. “Baby, relax. We’ll figure this out together.”

She pulls away from me and looks at me, clueless. “I don’t know, Jace. How will I explain to him? He’s so furious.”

After gently cupping her face in my hands, I wipe away the tears and give her a tender smile. “Zara, we’ll face this together. We can find a way to make him understand. But most importantly, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you.”

After kissing her forehead, I guide her to sit on the edge of the bed, keeping my arm around her shoulders.

Sitting beside her, I take her hands in mine. “Let’s talk to him and explain our side of the story.”

“It’s difficult to make him understand, Jace. Once he decides something, he doesn’t listen to anyone.”

I gently squeeze her hands. “Don’t worry. Your Jace will make him understand.” I cup her face and continue, “And trust me, nobody can keep us apart.”

She passes me a small smile. “I feel much better now. Thank you for being there for me.” As she rests her head on my chest, I place a soft kiss on her head.

“I’m always there for you,” I whisper, caressing her hair.

We pull apart immediately as her door knocks.

“Jace, you need to leave now. It must be my uncle.” She freaks out.

“Relax! Let him come, I’ll talk to him-”

“Jace, let me talk to him first. He’ll get more angry if he sees you here now. Please go,” as she implores, I nod, understanding her.

“Fine! I’m leaving. Just remember, we’ll go through this together.” I place a quick kiss on her forehead before leaving in haste through the window.

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At night, I return home from the office, exhausted. In the morning, Dad left for a few days to give Grace and me some privacy. I tried to make him understand it wasn’t necessary, but when he decides something, he doesn’t listen to anybody.

As I enter my mansion, my eyes fall on Grace, who is having dinner in the dining area.

I approach her, and she fixes her intense gaze on my bare chest as the first two buttons of my shirt are open.

“Come, sit and have dinner with your sex buddy.” She winks at me, causing my tiredness to dissipate upon hearing her seductive voice.

I sit beside her and take my plate before serving dinner for myself.

She finishes her dinner and looks at me while having the ice cream. Then she rubs her hand on my thighs above my jeans, awakening my inner desires. Her eyes filled with mischievousness.

Then, what she does next makes my heart skip a beat, and my desire reaches its peak.

She opens the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing her cleavage, staring at me, and I can only see pure desire in her eyes for me.

I just keep gazing at her, completely forgetting about my dinner.

She drops the ice cream just above her cleavage deliberately, giving me a naughty smile.

This woman!

Unable to control myself, I lean over and lick the ice cream from there. She moans, driving me crazier with her moans.

I suck her skin, slipping my hand into her shirt and squeezing her tits, causing her to moan louder.

As she opens my jeans’ button, my breath becomes heavy, knowing what she’s going to do next.

As expected, she takes out my hard member from my jeans. I give a bite just above her cleavage, pinching one of her nipples, and she presses my junior in response, making me groan.

Fuck! This feeling is incredible!

As our lips meet in a hungry kiss, our hands pleasure each other, igniting a fire within us that cannot be extinguished.

We lose ourselves in the heat of the moment, exploring each other’s bodies with fervour and passion.

First, she rides me, straddling my lap, and then I fuck her, pinning her on the dining table. Our connection is electric, and the pleasure we share is overwhelming.

Jace’s P. O. V.

At night, I receive a text from Zara.

Zara: I talked to my uncle, and finally, he listened to me. He is ready to meet you.

I sigh with relief, reading the good news.

Jace: That’s great!

She responds with a smiley emoji, and a smirk spreads across my face as a naughty idea crosses my mind.

Jace: Anyway, do you remember you lied to me in the evening?

Zara: I know. I’m sorry for that.

Jace: I think someone deserves punishment.

I reply to her with a wink emoji, and she sends me a few blushing emoji.

Jace: Be prepared for the punishment. I’ll reach there within fifteen minutes.

Zara: Really? You’re coming now?

Jace: Yes! See you soon.

***

As I enter Zara’s room through the window, I become hard as I take in the sight of her, her body adorned in black lingerie, waiting for me.

Damn! She is all ready for me!

I just can’t wait to show her what I have stored for her tonight.

Zara’s P. O. V.

“Jace, please… stop teasing me. I want you badly.” I beg, lying naked on my front, my limbs tied to bedposts as he rubs my clit agonisingly slow.

Oh God! This is really a punishment. I’m dying for the pleasure.

Today, I’m really at his mercy, but it feels good to surrender myself completely to him because I have utter faith in him.

“Don’t forget, baby, this is your punishment.” He reminds me, giving a firm smack on my buttocks, startling me and causing me to moan.

I arch my back, craving more of his touch, as he continues to tease me with his fingers. The anticipation is unbearable, but I know it’s all part of the punishment I deserve. His dominance over me is intoxicating, and I trust him completely to take me to new heights of pleasure.

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Every time you think of lying to me, I’ll make sure you think about this punishment.” His voice sends shivers down my body, and I just nod.

He chuckles softly, enjoying the effect he has on me.

Then, without a warning, he jabs into me completely in one go, pulling my hair, and causing me to gasp.

It feels so damn good!

He takes control, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy and then pulling me back, prolonging my pleasure.

“Please… Jace… let me cum.” I implore, as he taps his hardness against my wetness.

“Will you ever lie to me?” He asks, continuing his teasing by just entering his tip inside me and then pulling out.

“I promise, I’ll never lie to you,” I yell, sexually frustrated.

However, this feels so damn arousing. This delaying, and the way he is controlling me. I just love it.

Then finally, he gives me what I have been yearning for. An immense pleasure!

Steve’s P. O. V.

The next morning, I ask Grace to be ready in the evening because we have to attend a party, but like always, she is in the mood to tease me.

“Why will I attend a party with you? What will you give me in return?” She asks, raising her brows at me, standing beside me as I close the buttons of my shirt.

“Grace, my client wants to meet my wife,” I explain, turning towards her.

“Of course, I’ll meet them, but in return, what will you give me?” She asks, lessening the gap between us.

Control, Steve, you can’t let her affect you.

“So tell me, what do you want?” I ask, moving her away from me by holding her arms.

“I want you to do a striptease dance.” She demands, her eyes glinting with mischievousness.

This woman is unbelievable, seriously!

“Now? I’m getting late for a meeting, Grace.”

She shrugs her shoulders. “So what? You’re the boss. You can cancel the meeting.”

I sigh, “Fine, I’ll fulfil your wish.” A wide grin appears on her face.

“Then do it, Mr Grey.” She orders, sitting on the sofa to see the show after playing the music.

I hesitantly stand in front of her. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. Grace always knows how to push my buttons and get what she wants.

After taking a deep breath, I move to the rhythm of the music, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Grace’s eyes are fixed on me, a mischievous sparkle dancing in them. As I reveal more of my bare chest, her grin widens. It seems she is enjoying the show.

I become hard, knowing that Grace is getting exactly what she wanted. Despite my initial reluctance, I can’t deny the thrill that courses through me as I continue the strip tease by taking off my shirt and throwing it.

As I open the button of my jeans, fixing my intense gaze on her, I notice her pressing her legs. I’m not the only one who is turned on; she is too.

As the music ends, I stand before her, completely naked. Grace’s eyes roam over my body, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“Well done, Mr. Grey.” She purrs, her voice dripping with desire as she approaches me. “Now it’s my turn to pay you back.” She kneels before me and shocks me by taking me in her mouth in a swift motion.

I moan, throwing my head back, and grabbing her hair as she pleasures me.

As she stands up after pleasing me, I push her onto the sofa, and we end up fucking each other.

This girl has changed me completely. I can’t believe I’m just in a physical relationship with her.

***

In the evening,

I return from the office. As I enter my room, my eyes widen at the sight of Grace. She stands in front of the mirror, elegantly dressed in a form-fitting evening gown that accentuates her every curve.

Why does her presence have this undeniable effect on me?

Our intense gazes lock in the mirror for a few seconds.

She turns to face me, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “We have a party to attend, remember?”

I nod, still slightly dazed by her presence. “Right. I didn’t expect you to be ready so early.”

She shrugs. “Well, I thought I should put extra efforts for your clients. After all, they want to meet the perfect wife, don’t they?”

“Yup. And I know you’ll play the role of my wife perfectly because you’re a pro at drama, especially in front of my father.” I taunt her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Don’t spoil my mood, or else I won’t go with you.” As she warms, I glare at her.

“You must go with me, Grace. Remember what you made me do this morning.”

She chuckles. “Finally, you’re following my orders.”

“Just because I’m tired of fighting with you, Mrs Grey.”

“Whatever the reason.” Her laughter resonates, and for a few seconds, I find myself lost in the moment.

I’ve become certain about one thing: only this woman has the power to drive me crazy. But I always wonder why it’s only her.