"It's just as much a gift for me as it is for you," Erica said, typing the finishing touches of the contract on her laptop. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her hair pulled back, wearing her reading glasses like she did when she sorted their bills—looking, acting like this was a real contract.
"I still don't know, babe," Gabe sighed. " You really don't have to do this...don't you think it's a little, I don't know, extreme?"
Erica moved to the printer, where her contract was emerging , popping her ass out in an exaggerated motion.
"It's very extreme, which is why I'm doing it. You show me up for Valentine's every year...." She strutted to the desk chair where Gabe sat, swaying her hips, paper held behind her back. Even in her plain boy shorts and t-shirt, Gabe felt she was unfairly attractive. Anything he agreed to, he wasn't sure he could be held accountable, he was so distracted.
Erica straddled Gabe and lay her head against his shoulder affectionately.
"You really brought this on yourself. Last year's rose garden? Way too much."
Gabe's Valentine's Day gifts to Erica had always been theatrical, extravagant...cheesy. Last year's was by far the worst, as Erica came home to their tiny apartment to find every window fitted with a window box garden full of tea roses.
"You loved it." Gabe said, tucking his hands behind her, squeezing her ass cheeks. He may be able to get out of this yet, he thought.
"Begrudgingly. Now read." She said, rustling the papers at him.
Gabe took the contract and read:
Seeing whereas the Author, Erica James, Is a filthy, submissive slut and the Signer, Gabe Smith, is reluctant to Dominate her ass like she deserves, the author, Erica James, does bequeath full use of her body for any all purposes, sexual and otherwise, to the signer, Gabe Smith.
"The isn't legally binding, you aren't a lawyer. And I'm pretty sure that's all nonsense anyway." Gabe sniffed.
"Read it!" Erica laughed, kneeing him in the ribs. "It doesn't matter, I use 'whereas' a lot. That makes it legal."
"Fine."
And seeing whereas the signer Gabe Smith is a cheesy, Valentines' Day pussy, does the Author, Erica James, order command of her own pussy to the signer as her Valentine's gift. Until the date of February 15th, the Author does transfer ownership of any and all orifices for use as the signer sees fit. This includes the Author's mouth, pussy, and heretofore virgin asshole. The Author additionally recommends that the Signer use the Author in any way the Signer deems appropriate, through use of force, discipline, spanking etc."
"Et cetera? Erica, I'm not really into that stuff," Gabe said "And I want to do something nice for you." He sat aside the contract and kissed Erica's forehead.
"This is nice for me." Erica whined. She pouted her full, red lips. Gabe sighed, and kissed her.
"Alright. I love you ,weirdo."
He signed his name beside Erica's, and wrote the date.
She bounced with glee on his lap, grinding her pussy against his cock in a way he suspected was intentional.
"So, now that you own me, what do you want to do with me?" She asked, grinning.
February 1st
Gabe walked a pace behind Erica, hands cupped over her eyes. She was dressed in a silk robe he'd not seen before, which he could only assume she'd bought for the occasion.
"It's a surprise." he whispered.
She shuffled into the bedroom, where Gabe had changed the sheets to a new set of red satin, tossing a handful of rose petals in the center. Thirty or so candles burned in various locations around the room, giving the appearance of a romance paperback cover. Gabe uncovered her eyes.
"Oh." Erica said, disappointment obvious in her voice.
"Oh? I thought it was sweet." Gabe said, crestfallen.
"No, it is. and if this is what you want, well, you own me." Erica said, smiling at the word 'own'. Against his will, Gabe felt his cock twitch. "But don't you ever want to just...you know, rough me up?" Erica asked.
"What? No! I love you." Gabe gasped.
"And I love you. But sometimes...I don't know, don't I...step out of line?"
"There is no 'line', Erica. We're equals. I don't control you."
Erica rolled her eyes, then smiled. She slid the silk robe off , revealing a red teddy that barely concealed her breasts and her pert ass. She threw it aside like a challenge.
"Well, you don't fuck me then, either." She blew out a whole row of candles and brushed the rose petals from the bed, flouncing onto the mattress dramatically.
"Wait...I'm sorry...." Gabe pleaded.
"I don't know if I'll ever sleep with you again. Definitely never make love." Erica rolled onto her stomach and made a gagging face. She propped herself up by her arms, folded under her round, pale breasts. They were barely concealed by a black lace teddy, and the way she pushed them together, Gabe could tell she was trying to entice him. "And never, EVER ," She winked an eye "Fuck you."
Gabe cocked his head to the side, put his hands on his hips. Erica winked again.
"Ohh," Gabe said, finally catching her hint.
Erica nodded.
Gabe climbed onto the bed, rolling Erica over forcefully. She moved to cover herself, but he was stronger (at least, stronger than she wanted to fight). His cock was growing harder and larger against her creamy thigh. He pushed a hand between her legs and was surprised to find an out of character pair of lace crotchless panties, her cunt dripping wetter than he'd felt her in years. Erica writhed under his touch and moaned a little.
"Not gonna fuck me, huh?" Gabe hissed. Erica shook her head.
"No, not ever!" She said in a high-pitched, damsel in distress voice. She flailed her arms against Gabe's well-muscled chest, giggling. He gripped her pussy harder, his cock throbbing. Like Erica had forced it with her mind, Gabe grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her head with one hand. He looked into Erica's eyes with hunger, and she nodded.
"You don't get to choose, bitch!" He growled, and pushed the opening of her crotchless panties apart. He slammed his cock inside of her wet, wanting hole, and pounded deep. He picked up rhythm, hard, fast. Erica pushed against him, as if she were trying to escape.
"No!" He shouted, and released her hands just long enough to rip her teddy off. Her breasts bounced out, her pert nipples hard and dark like chocolate kisses. He sucked them greedily.
"Oh, no, don't hurt me," She said in the same falsetto. "You mustn't just use me for your own pleasure."
Gabe laughed.
"I'll fuck you however I want!" He laid into her, harder and faster than before, jack hammering against her cunt. Something strange came over him, as he started to think less and less of Erica's pleasure, and more of his own. He hiked her hips up higher, like she was just a wet hole he was feeding his cock into. Erica was beyond words now, sweat trickling from between her perfect breasts, her mouth hanging open while she cooed sounds of pleasure syncopated by sharp moans of desire.
"Oh, fuck..." She moaned, and Gabe felt her pussy tighten around him and her hips start to buck. He watched her whole body roll with the strength of her orgasm, pushing him over the edge too. His cock pulsated, and as he moved to pull out, and exhausted Erica panted.
"No, I want it, give it, in me...." Gabe groaned as he exploded into Erica, he could feel the force and the volume of his cum filling her up. So much that it seeped out of her around his still-hard dick.
They collapsed next to each other, still breathing heavily. With as much energy as he had left, Gabe felt guilt creeping into him.
"I'm so sorry..." Gabe panted.
"Don't be," Erica sighed.
Gabe saw her for the first time after pulling out, saw her face glowing with contentment, her red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She had not even moved to wipe his cum off her healthy thighs.
"You're not a bitch." He said "I don't know what came over me."
"I know who came over you," Erica laughed, snuggling closer to him. "I love you and respect you."
Gabe felt his whole body relax, his guilt melting away.
"I love you and respect you, too." He a answered.
"Good," Erica smiled. "Now, I can't wait for what my master has in store for me tomorrow night." She dropped into sleep like a stone. But Gabe lay awake for a long time, thinking of things he'd tried for so long to repress, things he thought he would never do, things he thought he should never do. He looked at his lover, smiling , her thick red curls falling over her face, asleep on her stomach. Ah, the things he'd do for her.
February 5th
"Good," Gabe said, surveying Erica's costume. She was dressed in a skimpy French maid outfit. More correctly, she was wrapped in the costume, only barely covered- the hemline only covering her pussy by a few inches, though it was lined by with a flouncy petticoat. A tiny white pinafore stretched tight over her tits, lace-lined puffed sleeves falling off her smooth shoulders. "You found it."
"Oh, I think so." Erica gave a smirk. She'd opened her closet that morning and found it empty but for the costume she was wearing and a few others which were equally revealing.
Gabe traced his fingertips across her collarbone.
"See, you've been so insistent, I have some, um...requirements of you, now." Gabe smiled.
"What would those be, master?" Erica asked brightly, her hand in her lap pushing subtly through her skirt.
"Well, none of that, for starters," Gabe said, seizing her hand and pulling it away. "I have to go to work today," Erica made a pouting face at this, but he raised her chin and smiled "How else will I provide for you? You're awfully good at some things..." He squeezed one of her breasts and she gasped in delight , "But over all, I think you know where your place is." He patted her head patronizingly. "I expect a clean house today. But first, I can't focus at work knowing I have this hot little piece of ass back home. I think you know what I need." Before Gabe could finish his sentence, Erica had fallen to her knees and started unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. She licked him in one long, slow, motion, grinning .
"Ah, no. We don't have time for that, do we? And I just wanna get off." He grabbed a handful of her hair, pushing her head down hard on his cock. She gagged and pushed back, but he was stronger, more forceful. Even against her struggling he could feel her attempting to suck, drool dribbling from her mouth and dotting her pinafore. He pulled her face away.
"Do you like this, slave?" He ordered. Erica began to answer, before Gabe growled "I don't care." He laughed, and pushed her back down. He looked down to see her bobbing on his cock as he banged the back of her throat, pleased to see her rubbing herself with her free hand. He had no idea Erica was such a demented little slut. There had been such things he wanted to do to her, but he couldn't, not to the girl he loved. But seeing her joyfully gag on his cock while stimulating herself...he could see her hand begin to grow wet. He felt his balls tighten. He'd warn her, ordinarily, he never made her swallow.
But today wasn't ordinary.
