Under Cupid's Contract (Love Under Lockdown)

We hadn’t fucked for nearly a week. He hadn’t even touched me down there, or anywhere really. Almost like he was trying to keep his distance without actually staying away. My head hurt thinking about the prospect. Though not as much as my pussy ached from the sudden lack of attention. I would touch myself to take the edge off.

The butt plug helped, even more than I thought it might, reminding me of him. It just wasn’t the same. I needed him. Not just his touch, which would be nice, but the feeling that had been behind it. Even more than the sex, at least by a little, I missed the intimacy. I missed the little things, like the time he’d shampooed my hair. His body pressed up against mine in a warm, bubble bath. The tub somehow bending Newtonian physics to fit us both in it.

The work was going well, though. I was improving my French skills while helping Hugo get an even better grasp of English. The irony in no way lost on me. The publishers would probably want someone else to go over it. A ‘native speaker’ just to make sure we’d gotten it all right. Despite the fact that he’d used words like ‘xenophobic’ correctly.

There was only one explanation I could think of for the sudden ‘off switch’ in my sex life. I had spooked Hugo by saying ‘I love you.’ Never mind the fact I never would have, were it not for the situation. The pure bliss I had just experienced drawing it out of me, like torture in reverse. I meant it, after all, I did love him, but had an inkling it wouldn’t go down well. Score one for feminine intuition.

He was hard. I knew he must be, because he had been every time before when we had been so close. Not that he was the only one to get aroused by proximity. The two of us were so sexually compatible ,we were both basically ready to go at a moment’s notice. Making the current situation all the more unbearable.

The squeeze was light, just enough to get his attention. It was like a stab how quickly he jumped up, looking almost like I’d hurt him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Why?” I asked.

He sat back down. Resolutely refusing to look at me. I could almost see the gears turning in his head.

“Why are you sorry? Because I touched you? Fr because of how you reacted? I’m really confused. You spend days fucking me wonderfully. We work together on your super-secret project you can’t show to anyone else yet. You fucking collar me, and now you won’t even touch me.”

“I can take the collar off,” he pointed out.

The words feel like a slap in the face and my hand immediately shoots toward the metal, gripping it protectively. “Not the fucking point. I don’t want the collar off…it’s nice, actually. I just want you to touch me. To cuddle me, caress me, fuck me so I can’t walk straight. Or, at least to know why you suddenly won’t.”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes.”

“Then give it a try,” I shot back drily, “Who knows? You might just like it.”

I don’t remember him moving. One minute I was on the chair at the desk. The next I was on the rug, naked from the waist down. My pants and panties were somewhere on the other side of the room. Hugo didn’t go through any teasing that time, he just dove in, devouring my pussy like a starving man given a steak.

Hugo deployed the usual repertoire to guide me in, but this time he got even more creative, unleashing a plethora of symbols on my pussy, as though casting a spell. Bringing me to ever higher levels of ecstasy.

Continuing his practice of the arcane arts on my clit, Hugo slid a finger into my sopping wet pussy. He met no resistance whatsoever, working my tight walls as he deftly pressed my button.

I could barely think as I moaned, my mind relenting nearly all to the pleasure centers as I struggled to stay conscious. The pleasure that raged through my system threatening to consume me.

The orgasms were fast and multiple. I tried to keep up but lost count pretty quickly. The intensity of the situation made it difficult to concentrate, each one shaking me to my very core.

He lay his head on my belly and rested there a while. Both of us needed a bit of a breather after the stupendous sexual frenzy. My fingers worked through his hair as I listened to him breathe.

As we both came around, an idea occurred to me. Slipping my hands under his head so it wouldn’t slam on the floor, I eased out from under him. Somehow getting Hugo onto his back, I slithered up his body, toward his cock. My bare thighs straddling his face.