The Baby Contract

“Do you like it when I eat you?”

“Yes.” I’d never been with a man that talked during sex, but I remembered Bran saying, Come again, Anne. Come on my cock and how he cried out the word fuck. It was beyond erotic and just thinking about it ratcheted up my arousal.

Unable to hold back, I rubbed my clit with my finger as I pinched my nipple with my other hand. I moaned, the sound of it echoing in the large bathroom. Oh God, I hope Bran can’t hear.

I stopped touching myself, listening to see if I could tell where Bran was or what household noises I could hear from the bathroom.

My pussy was on fire, needing to be satisfied. It didn’t care if anyone heard. I sat up and turned on the water, switching it over to the hand-held shower head. I twisted the pressure setting to pulse. I brought the water to my chest, gasping as the water beat against my sensitive nipples. I moved it lower over my belly. Opening my legs and resting my calves over the edge of the tub, I took a breath, and then brought the showerhead between my legs. Water pulsed against my pussy.

“Oh God.” My hips bucked as pleasure spiked. Water pulsed against my clit and my pussy opening. With my free hand I pinched and rubbed my nipple.

I closed my eyes, imagining Bran’s mouth on me, sucking my clit, his tongue licking my pussy entrance.

“I’m fucking you with my mouth, Anne.”

“Yes, fuck me, Bran,” I moaned. It felt so good, but my pussy was dying for something phallic to fill it. I wished I’d had a vibrator. Hell, I wished I had Bran’s cock.

I pushed the showerhead closer to my pussy so that very inch of it was receiving the pulsating beat of water. In my mind, Bran was hovering over me. He stroked his dick as he looked down on me with his signature smirk.

God it was sexy.

“Fuck me.”

He lowered over me, his hands on either side of my head, his eyes cocky as he stared at me. “Say it again, Anne. Tell me to fuck you.”

“Yes, yes…fuck me.”

He thrust, filling me, making me pant and gasp.

“More…” I begged. I continued to pinch my nipples and brought the pulsating water against my pussy.

“Fuck…come on my cock.”

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, hard and fast and out of control. I writhed in the tub, water splashing as my pussy throbbed with pleasure. On and on it went.

When the last ebb of pleasure ceased, I sank into the tub. I turned off the faucet and lay in the cooling water. Embarrassment for touching myself while thinking of Bran, in Bran’s home no less, crept up. But goodness, that was good. Not as good as the real thing, but it would have to do.

I wasn’t going to have sex with Bran, but with my imagination and a vibrator, I could manage pretty well on my own. I wondered if Bran planned to check all my incoming mail.

Would he know if I ordered a vibrator or dildo? Maybe I could have it sent to my new place. Of course, since he paid the rent, he could be checking the mail there too.

Maybe I could wear a disguise and go into one of the adult shops around the L.A. area.

I finished washing up and exited the tub. I put on a pair of jeans and blouse. It was casual but not frumpy. As much as I was enjoying being in luxury, I was aware of how out of place I was.

I got a bottle of water from the refrigerator. I’d thought it was over-the-top, like Bran usually was, to have a fridge in my bedroom, but at the moment it was very convenient. I had to give him credit for thinking of my comfort, which of course then brought a tiny bit of resentment for having to think positively about him. I laughed.

He’d probably be amused by my conundrum.

I took the water out on the balcony and sat at the table. My issues and concerns hadn’t disappeared, but I had to admit a warm bath, a good orgasm, and sitting on a lovely balcony did a lot to boost my mood.

I was sure there would be the tug-of-war conflict that Bran and I regularly engaged in during dinner, but right now, I focused on this moment. I was content, safe, and financially stable.

I’d gotten what I’d been dreaming of, even if it wasn’t manifesting exactly as I wanted, and it could quite possibly come at the cost of my friendship with Harper.