Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 115. You owe me.

Chapter 115: 115. You owe me.

After my bold demand, I had to face the consequences of my actions and for two whole days too.

That night, my demand for a little dirty talk had given room for exploration of other options too. I was concerned about him seeing me as some sort of freak but it turns out Duke was right when he said I didn’t know him.

My demand for dirty talk only gave him the impression that I was open to exploring other sexual plays... dirtier and nastier sexual plays and we explored all night till I literally could not move a single muscle again.

We explored a little rougher sex play than what I was used to. I never thought I’d be in a position to explore light choking during sex but then while we were at it, he had asked if he could wrap his hand around my neck and I don’t know what devil in me replied but I said yes and the intense love making that followed left me screaming without an ounce of shame.

Not only that but that night, he smacked my bum so hard that the next morning I could see his palm-prints all over there. However, the crazy thing is while he was smacking me, something lewd inside me was awakening. Because every smack felt as though he was inside me when he wasn’t. One last smack and I’m still in shock that I climaxed from merely being smacked on the bum.

I shouldn’t have told him about that dirty talk stuff. It was what gave room for every other lewd and immoral act we did that night. Because of that one demand, I got to realize a new side to me that I didn’t know I possessed.

For the next two days, I made sure to put a pillow between myself and Duke, not because I didn’t like what we did in bed but because I felt like I’d really become crippled if we continued such vigorous love making.

I mean, for those two days, my back ached and that spot between my legs felt like it was being hit by a hammer every second. My legs felt heavy and were vibrating if I stood for longer than five minutes. I couldn’t even wear heels to work. and my body was covered in small blue-purple bruises from all his biting, sucking and pinching.

If I didn’t remain firm and put that pillow between us, I think I’ll really turn crippled.

Because the problem isn’t that he’s doing too much but that we both get too carried away whenever we make love. Neither of us ever wants to be the one to end it! It’s like the sex blurs out the part of our brains that should reason and all we want to do at that moment is keep going till either of us can move no more... Which in most cases is me.

To think after we were finally wasted on each other that night, he had said, "Next time, how do you feel about tying my hands to the edge of the bed? Or better still, how do you feel about being tied. Both your hands tied together above your head, while your legs are spread open and tied to separate poles?"

To think he was already planning our next time! The man is unbelievable, I swear. But then the unbelievable one is me for giving him that reply...

"I think I have some scarves we can use as rope." Is what I said.

I can’t believe I really said and did all that with him. Everything was too much. Too rough and just so lewd, yet I loved every bit of it.

Even the roughness.

That’s why even though we’ve abstained from getting intimate for over five days now, I keep looking forward to being tied to the bed with no place to escape to.

It’s going to be crazy. But for now, this five day sex break is also good.

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

"Come in."

"Ma’am aren’t you going home?" I look up and see Alan walking in.

"Oh, Alan," I face my monitor again, "I’m almost done. I just need to forward this to marketing before I leave."

"I’m sure you can forward it on Monday. It’s already past seven. Let’s go, I’ll drive you since I’ll be staying over tonight."

Ah, that’s true. Alan is sleeping over tonight.

"Oh really?" I look up at him with a grateful smile. "But please just hold on for five more minutes. I don’t want to carry my work over to Monday. I’m almost done." I say.

"Tsk. Fine. Hurry up."

Like I had promised, in five minutes I was all packed and ready to move.

And my nice brother-in-law is driving me home. Seriously I think I came into the best family yet.

Today is Friday, thank God it’s finally the weekend, I get to spend time with the twins all day tomorrow.

*Beep*Beep*

The sound of my phone’s message notification echoes within the space of the car.

"How are you?" I smile as I see it’s a message from Duke.

"I’m fine, I’m already heading home now. Alan is driving me." I reply his text.

"Oh Good, see you soon then." He replies.

"Yeah, see you soon." I reply, he’s still typing though. I wonder what more he has to—

"Hey, you owe me, you know?" Huh? Owe him? What’s he suddenly talking about?

"What? What do I owe you?"

"Did you seriously forget? Or did you think I forgot?" Seriously, what is he talking about?

"What are you talking about? Just tell me."

"The deal we made." Deal? What deal? "My payment for giving you Languines address."

"Ahh!" I slap my hands together as I finally remember.

"What? What? What is the matter?" Alan asks in a little panicky while still trying to keep his eyes on the road.

"N_nothing. I_ I just remembered I owe Duke something." The way he eyes me through the mirror in front of him proves if he wasn’t driving, he’d have punched me in the face for startling him like that over something so trivial.

"Sorry." I say with a smile.

But back to the problem on ground, I had completely forgotten that offer I made him! Oh, God help me, but will I really have to dress like that in front of Duke?! In just mesh lingerie?

"When am I getting what you owe me?"

"You made the offer, don’t forget."

"I didn’t ask for it, you made me that offer, so don’t you think it’s not right that I have to remind you about it?"

"Pagne,"

"Pagne are you there?"

"Are you ignoring my messages right now?"

"Are you seriously trying to cheat me out of what is rightfully mine?"

"Pagne! Answer me."

"Just wait till you get home, you’ll pay for ignoring me."

Oh, I’m in trouble!

With this new sexual Chapter we opened some days ago, I don’t think it will end well for me if I wear something like that in front of him.

Oh God, how did I get myself into this beautiful mess?

...

"What are you doing?" Alan asks as I’m walking right behind him like I’m planning to enter his back.

"N_nothing." I say with a very fake smile as we head into the house.

"Why are you so close? Did you fight with Duke?" He asks. How do I explain it to him that we didn’t have a fight but I’m just too embarrassed now to give Duke what I owe him.

"N_no. We didn’t fight." I say.

"Then why is your husband standing there and glaring at you like you stole billions from him?"

Ahh, I didn’t even realize he was already outside. I was going to sneak into the house, sneak into my old room and lock myself up there till morning.

"Whatever it is, don’t use me as a shield." Alan says and instantly moves out of the way and runs inside the house. That damn traitor, he’s no help at all.

Now I’m standing about five feet away from Duke trying to smile while he’s silently glaring at me with his hands in his pocket.

"H_Hi, y_you’re looking good." Oh God what am I saying? He’s not even smiling. I’m in so much trouble.

"Hahaha, how about the twins? Are they asleep?" No response again. Well, it’s getting more awkward now. Why won’t he stop glaring at me?

"You—" He finally begins to move, still with that death glare on his face, "—ignored my messages."

Oh dear God come to my rescue.

"I_It’s not like I ignored them on_ on_ on purpose. I_ I was sincerely busy a_and— and—" And what? What did I want to say?

I don’t remember.

He’s standing in front of me, towering over me and I know no excuse I give will work. All I can do is surrender.

Thank God it’s the weekend, because I don’t think I’d have been able to go to work tomorrow after he’s done with me tonight.