In His Grasp: Contract Wife

The Right Man

Alice woke up with her skin tingling, her lips dry, cracked, and chapped.

To her bewilderment, she was naked and alone in an unfamiliar bed. Her whole body was sore. But for some strange reason, she felt happy and satisfied.

Not able to find her clothes, only a white shirt, thrown over the pillow next to her, she grabbed it.

A man's shirt! Where was she? With whom?

And most importantly, what did she do?

She dressed the shirt and buttoned it up, looking around the bedroom as she got up.

The room was cozy and well decorated, all black and white, screaming masculinity and good taste. The bedsheets were silky, the furniture minimalistic yet bold. And the plush carpet felt so soft under Alice's feet.

She walked into the next chamber, finding herself in the living room.

Seeing a photo frame on the TV console, the memories of the last night flooded her mind as soon as she saw his gorgeous face.

Ivan..., she spent a night with Ivan. And this was his home.

Last night, when she came out of the toilet, she found a man sitting in Leala's seat.

And damn it, what a handsome man it was!

"Evening, I'm Ivan Johnson, Leila's friend," he introduced himself, flashing his perfectly pearl white teeth while shaking her hand. His smile was pure sunshine. And a touch of his hand sent shivers down her spine, freezing her in the spot.

And, for a moment, stopping the time.

But since Leila's disappearance was a weird thing, Alice quickly transferred from that trance back to reality.

"Where is Leila?" She asked, not allowing this hunk of a man a chance to bewitch her. At least, that's what she thought. She was self-confident and knew how to handle men. That's why she kept her virginity this long, waiting for the right guy.

"She had something urgent to deal with," Ivan said. Alice looked at him suspiciously. How come Leila had such a good friend in London? But he kept on talking, oozing sincerity and looking like a liable man. So, Alice decided to continue dinner with him.

And when he asked her to go to a drink with him, she said yes, so simply.

Ivan took her to a bar nearby. They talked and drank. She found his jokes made her laugh, breaking down all her fences, and in the end, she lowered all her guard down too.

They came to the dance floor, drank more and danced like there was no tomorrow. She was laughing, dancing, drinking, and then everything got blank. That was all she could remember.

After that, she woke up here, naked in his bed.

Finally, she summed two and two together.

"Oh, my God! I lost my v-card to Ivan!" Alice whispered, covering her mouth with both palms. How could she be so reckless? So easy? How could he? She trusted him. And he took advantage of her that fuzzy and intoxicated.

Last night, she wasn't her usual self. Alice was so angry. Both of Ivan and herself.

Suddenly she heard some noise, seeming like coming from upstairs. It must be Ivan.

It couldn't be anyone else but him. That bastard used her!

She was going to give him a piece of her mind. So, she followed after the sound, taking a spiral staircase to the first floor, preparing for a fight.

Alice stopped in front of the open door. From what she saw, it was his private home gym, and judging by the sound from within, he was punching something hard.

She stepped inside, and a jaw-dropping scene welcomed her steel-gray eyes.

Ivan was shirtless, wearing only shorts. She couldn't stop ogling his bubbling muscles, rippling under his taut, so-well tanned smooth skin.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her mouth got dry.

The sweat was trickling down his blonde hair, over his manly face, and onto his broad chest while he was hitting a punching bag. Those hot black tattoos, snaking around his right forearm and adorning the left side of his chest and abdomen, Alice remembered now perfectly.

Those hands explored her body, finding her most hidden sites and secret spots, touching her everywhere. And that v-line torso felt stone-hard under her examining fingertips.

"Wanna try?" Ivan's voice startled her from her troubling thoughts. Alice recalled them being together in bed, making love. Or was it only s*x to him? What was it? It was her first time. And it sure wasn't his. Did she mean anything more than usual lay for him?

Before she could even answer him, he reached her, holding her hand and walking her inside his gym room.

"I don't know. I'm not sure," Alice managed to oust, and that sounded so shyly even to her. And she was used to her shyness.

"Relax, I'll teach you!" It seemed to her as she had heard those words from him before. And he smiled when saying it.

"Ok!" All she could do was putting her trust in him. That damn smile! Making her do whatever he wanted. She watched him handing her gloves, helping her put them on.

"Try it now!" He encouraged her after showing her a few strategic moves.

"I can't!" Alice whispered weakly. Why does he make her feel like this, she wondered, small and shy in his presence.

Ivan switched, swiftly coming behind her, seizing her hands and positioning her body into the proper, fighting pose. Feeling his abs and chest flat against her back, she began to dissolve within his arms.

Like knowing it, he turned her around, facing him.

"Are you hungry?" Ivan asked. Swarms of tiny butterflies bombarded Alice's insides, flapping their wings when her hazy silver eyes met his blue ones.

"No,” she lied, feeling his gaze lowering down onto her already parted lips while he tightened his hold over her hands. He's making her so wet right now, she thought, only to curse inwardly, remembering she was completely naked under his white shirt.

Pantyless.

"Well, I'm. And I think you lie," Ivan said, tilting his head down forward. Alice said nothing. Instead, she only watched him closing on her. Her hands flew on their own, wrapping around Ivan's neck and shoulders, surprising her.

She couldn't tell whose lips landed on whose first. But it didn't matter as they clicked as puzzles do. So perfectly.

His arms carried her across the gym lightly like she was a feather 'til her back hit the wall. Then he lifted her, pinning her softly against it.

She felt all his body's weight and all his warmth on her while their tongues entangled, waltzing feverishly together. His kisses tasted delicious, only making her want more. Her hands roamed all over his tense body, gripping every muscle he had.

Should she stop this? Maybe she should. Last night, she was drunk. But now, now she wasn't. Still, she had no strength to stop it. She wanted this just as he did. She wanted him so badly.

His fingers bore and torched her skin, traveling upward under that white shirt, exploring her curves. Alice moaned when he pinched her hardened n*****s, and she melted, feeling his mouth on them.

That tongue of his performed wonders all over her breasts, and his hands and fingers squeezed and stroked them expertly. All she felt was her desire, growing bigger every second.

She was so gone, out of control with this man.

"Do you want me to stop?" Suddenly, Ivan asked her. She looked at him, and when she saw his eyes, it was as glimpsing inside his soul. She knew the answer, only shaking her head from left to right.

With him, there was no stopping for her.

Ivan got rid of his shorts and coiled his strong arms around her legs, nestling right in the middle of her spread thighs. Alice wrapped them around his waist, allowing him everything. She knew she shouldn't, but with him, it felt so natural, so right.

And when Ivan took his shaft in his hand, guiding it slowly inside her, Alice let out a sigh of relief. Feeling it moving within her, she moaned with his every thrust, following his rhythm with such a passion.

Soon, the sweet tension started building itself deep inside her.

I finally found the right man, Alice thought right before it exploded.