In His Grasp: Contract Wife

Teaching her a lesson

Leila's scalp itched under that stupid wig. The freckles pricked her skin.

She looked hideous, living the most bizarre episode of her life.

Her father wanted her to marry a stranger. Then Sam and his absurd obsession with

her. And now, this lunatic wished to marry her too. Men were crazy.

She threw her sunglasses on the glossy white coffee table with a bang. Nate was only looking at her with a wicked smile on his lips. She wasn't pretty, yet kissing her tasted deliciously good. He wanted more.

And her shimmering bright hazel irises were lovely. Her eyes were beautiful, way too beautiful indeed. ‘Why does she hide these mesmerizing eyes?’ Then he grabbed her sunglasses and threw them into a trash bin.

Leila took aback. “What’re you doing? Why did you throw my thing away?”

“Your eyes don’t need them.” Nate simply answered.

Leila’s fury surged, but she wasn’t gonna argue with him over this. She brought the topic back to the contract.

"I won't sign it. Are you out of your mind?" Leila angrily stood up.

"Oh, trust me, you will!" Nate carefully studied the tomboy, walking up and down in front of him. This ugly girl was more man than a woman, a safe type, perfect for his one-year wife role. He wouldn't fall in love again.

And now he'd teach her a lesson.

"Stay away! What are you doing?" Leila's eyes widened as he got up from the sofa, closing the distance between them.

"You'll see!" Nate turned her, gripping her waist tight as a vice while she fought him in vain, pushing and forcing her toward the bedroom.

"Don't! Where are you taking me? Noo!" Leila screamed, scared with a reason. He heard her heart pounding, kicking the already ajar door wide open with his foot.

Then, he threw her on the bed, positioning himself right on top of her.

"You'll sign the contract! And become my wife for a year!" His teeth clenched, holding her still, clutching her wrists above her head. She felt his hot breath against her cheeks and his hard-on between her thighs.

"Please, don't hurt me!" Leila wept, begging him, scared he would rape her.

"It won't hurt. Only pleasure, I promise!" The bastard told her, grinning and winking.

"No!" She ousted, and then..., then, he shut her up.

His lips rubbed hers, stroking them, and his tongue licked her ruby edges, parting them. Her treacherous tongue followed his, swinging and circling jointly. Leila shivered when his hands slid down her arms, cupping her breasts.

Hearing her moaning, he chuckled, grabbing her face with both hands. Ungluing his lips from her mouth, he finally gave her a break.

"You'll sign it, or I'll do this 'til tomorrow!" He murmured into her reddened face, launching again at her soft lips. Deepening the kiss this time, he became more demanding, thinking he could eat her up.

She moaned badly, kissing him, enjoying it, surrendering. The sweet tension built up in her nether regions, and her interior got wet.

He was arousing her. This thing, it was all wrong, she thought. She shouldn't feel this way!

Leila had to stop him. And she knew what she should do.

"Fine! I'll do it!" Still kissing him, she whispered.

Nate stopped, pulling her from the bed after him. He always got what he wanted. But Leila's mind brought another plan, and her legs took another course.

She hit his balls again. He bent over once more in pain, seeing her running away.

When he finally moved, she was already at the exit.

"Stupid girl!" Nate cursed.

In just a blink, she's brought back by Nate’s bodyguards.

"Let me go! You bastard!" She yelled and fought him, but she couldn't stop him, getting thrown on that bed again, this time with her hands tied up.

"A stubborn one, I see! Let me teach you how to submit and please your man," Nate told her while calmly sitting on the sofa opposite her, texting someone.

Right away, a blonde came.

Her boobs were too big for the red dress she wore. Her legs were long, her hips wide. A woman stood in her too-high heels in front of Nate. His legs were wide apart, and his hand went on his fly, unzipping it.

"What the hell?" Leila shouted, seeing his manhood right in front of a woman's face. She got on her knees, taking his shaft in her hand, and then she bobbed her head, opening her mouth.

"Yikes! What is she doing? You're an i***t!" Leila shouted again, disgusted by the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Oooh! Yeah!" Nate groaned, tilting his head backward.

A woman's head moved up and down, her lips gliding and her tongue licking his big swollen c**k. She saw a few specimens in those adult movies Alice made her watch under the pretext of educational purposes only.

Leila was ashamed, trying not to look, but she found it impossible. She was curious but also a little aroused by the act.

When it was all over, a woman wiped her lips out, leaving the suite like it was nothing. Nate zipped his pants, approaching the bed.

"Think about the contract. I see you liked it." He whispered into the ear of a tied-up tomboy. She turned her head aside, not looking at him at all. Part ashamed, part liking what she saw, he thought.

Then, he left the hotel contentedly. His plan was working.

In the morning, she felt like crying. But Leila was too angry to shed a tear, all sore, restrained in bed, almost not sleeping the whole night. Oh, when that asshole comes here again! She hoped he would return and untie her, deciding she would agree on signing that contract just as to get out of here.

Leila didn't wait much longer as only minutes later, Nate arrived, opening the curtains in his usual, teasing manner.

“Slept well?” Nate said with a smirk.

"f**k you, you bastard! An asshole!" She blinked at the sun, cursing him out loud. Leila was so far from being cheerful, so cranky, needing to brush her teeth and shower.

And she had to pee urgently. Her bladder could burst any moment.

"So, love. Will you marry me?" Nate was looking down at the ugly girl, crossing his arms over his chest, with his feet slightly parted.

"I thought you'd never ask. Where is my ring, love?" Leila fluttered her lashes, thinking how arrogant Nate Hill was. He smirked. Maybe she was a tomboy, but she knew how to make jokes and tease him back.

"Fine. You have until this afternoon!" Nate finally untied her, letting her use the bathroom. Then, he handed her the contract, telling her to sign it before the afternoon and he'd introduce her to his parents tomorrow.

Yeah! Right! She thought, preparing to leave with that contract in her handbag. She was not signing a thing. Why should she?

It's not like she would meet that arrogant man again.

Leila had no clue what time it was when she stepped out on the street. So, she pulled out her phone, seeing right then Alice's phone call coming in.

And there were dozens of her missed calls from last night.

"Hello," Leila answered.

"Finally! Gosh! You answered!" Alice was relieved, hearing her, "I was worried about you. Where have you been last night?" She asked.

"I'm sorry. I was too tired after everything with Sam, so I got into the first hotel and got a room." Leila was feeling guilt, lying to her friend. But she didn't want to say anything about Nate Hill and his contract, at least not over the phone.

The girls agreed Alice would pick Leila up at the book store nearby, take her home first, then have dinner together tonight as Alice still had work to do.

Leila tore up the contract before getting on Alice’s car.

“Goodbye forever, stupid contract and the arrogant Nate Hill!”