Trapped In Contract Marriage

Chapter 9

As soon as George's relatives walked into the room, he abruptly pulled me into a tight embrace, his fingers gripping my waist firmly, drawing me closer to him. The suddenness of it all left me stunned.

Their faces reddened in surprise upon witnessing the unexpected scene before them. One of the ladies in the group voiced her concern, her voice filled with worry, "Oh my, we heard a scream. What on earth happened?"

My legs were trembling uncontrollably, a result of the surprise and the lingering shock from the earlier incident. I could feel an undeniable sensation as if there were two cockroaches still jittering inside my pants, an eerie feeling that made my skin break into Goosebumps.

George shot a slightly irritated look towards the concerned lady, a subtle hint of annoyance crossing his features in response to the intrusion.

"Aunty, after two decades of marriage, I'd think you'd understand why screams come out from a couple's room," George's eyes narrowed, his tone laced with a touch of sarcasm.

The auntie exchanged glances with the other guests, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere that only intensified my embarrassment. My cheeks felt as if they were on fire, their hue matching that of a ripe tomato due to the sheer mortification I was experiencing.

With a slightly awkward attempt at lightening the mood, the auntie began, "Oh, right. It's your first wedding night. Our mistake. But don't worry, dear. Just take it easy... She's still delicate, you know." His aunt winked her eye at him.

"You should not be too harsh with her, she seemed so fragile." Another guest poked her nose.

Before auntie could continue, George's intense gaze silenced her. Recognizing the sudden tension, the other guests hurriedly made their way back to their rooms, leaving behind an atmosphere of palpable awkwardness.

As soon as the guests had retreated to their rooms, George's actions took an abrupt turn, practically tossing me onto the bed.

My shock was palpable as I asked, "What was that?" The sudden shift from his earlier behavior, where his words had held a certain intimacy, to this cold and distant demeanor left me utterly bewildered. It was like witnessing two entirely different sides of him within moments.

My confusion gave way to a touch of sarcasm as I ventured, "Could it be that you're dealing with a split personality?" With the tension in the room, I found myself involuntarily loosening my shirt, a reflexive response to the overwhelming atmosphere.

"Contract term number 4: Party A or B would never reveal the true face of their relationship under any circumstances. They should represent themselves as a happy couple in front of others and the media, despite what happens behind the four walls of the room." He spoke as if he had memorized all the terms and conditions of the contract.

"How in the world did you manage to memorize this entire f*****g list of terms?" I couldn't help but blurt out the question, my frustration obvious. While he hadn't crossed any inappropriate boundaries since our marriage, as he mentioned in the contract often.

I stretched my arms out onto the bed, attempting to relax a bit in the surreal situation of conversing with what seemed like a devil incarnate. His imposing presence was undeniable as he stood before me, clad in a form-fitting black shirt that highlighted every contour of his body. My gaze involuntarily wandered, tracing the clear definition of his abs and the delicate strength of his forearms, visible as he'd folded his sleeves just above the elbow.

"Because I'm the one who made those terms." A shock radiated through me, I thought Attorney Nathan crafted them.

Indeed, this person appears to be much more cunning and deceptive than I thought.

"Could you possibly be... an alien?" I gawked at him, my expression filled with curiosity. His peculiar behavior had taken an unusual twist, prompting me to entertain unconventional thoughts.

He narrowed his eyes in response, a penetrating gaze fixed upon me, his dark and cold eyes holding an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

Out of nowhere, a strange tingling sensation began to stir between my legs, catching me off guard. I instinctively pressed my legs together, attempting to alleviate the odd feeling. However, the sensation persisted, growing more pronounced. Perplexed, I pondered if it might be due to an uncomfortable encounter with my pubic hair.

"Haha- Hahahaha... Hahaha..."

Laughter unexpectedly bubbled up within me as the sensation brushed against the sensitive folds of my clit. It was as if the absurdity of the situation struck me, leading to an incredulous fit of giggles. But then, the inexplicable sensation took a turn, sliding inside my v****a, and I felt an unsettling crawling sensation within my clit. Panic surged through me, causing me to leap onto the bed and start jumping, as if trying to shake off the disconcerting feeling.

"Hold on." My lips were pressed together, and I resorted to rubbing my thighs together fervently, a desperate attempt to alleviate the bizarre discomfort that seemed to have a mind of its own.

"Ahh!" I let out a sharp scream, the sensation growing more intense as whatever it was continued to move inside. George's gaze dropped to me, his confusion evident as my scream filled the room, his earlier demeanor replaced by a mixture of concern and bewilderment.

Frantically, I kept rubbing my legs together, the sensation becoming unbearable. "Take it out... Take it out!" I shouted, my voice tinged with fear. My phobia of cockroaches was overwhelming, and now the thought that they might be causing this sensation was pushing me into a state of panic.

George's confusion deepened as he asked, "What's wrong?" He clearly had no inkling about what was happening beneath my pants. My mind raced with horrifying thoughts – what if the cockroach reached my uterus or ended up somewhere even worse?

Struggling to find my voice through the fear, I managed to stutter out, "It's... it's inside..." My trembling finger pointed desperately at my pants, my inability to articulate my distress reflecting the overwhelming terror I felt.

His confusion transformed into concern as he grabbed my shoulder, his voice raised in alarm, "What? What's inside?"

My frustration was palpable, the bewildering situation leaving me exasperated. Cockroaches, of all things, were somehow causing sensations that I could hardly comprehend. On my very first wedding night, this was beyond the realm of what I could have ever imagined.

In my frustration, I seized his collar and pulled him closer, my need for answers overcoming any reservations. "Cockroaches... they're, um, exploring inside me," I managed to whisper, my words carrying a mix of embarrassment and desperation. The widening of his eyes mirrored my own shock.“Take this s**t out right now before they make me come. I am scared to touch them, take it out.” I pleaded, the words barely escaping my lips, as I grappled with the bizarre reality I was facing.

“Oh shit..” His face was disgusted, but as I clutched the bedsheet, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, George unzipped my pants, audibly swallowing as he did so. The disco dance around the clit was going on.

My anxiety escalated as I voiced my fear, "Hurry, or they'll reach my inside!" Panic drove me to shout, my mind racing with the unsettling possibilities. He wasted no time, his hands diving into my pants with haste.

"Stay perfectly still. Don't move," his stern gaze warned me, freezing me in place like a statue.My wide-eyed stare locked onto his cold and sharp expression. His hands were now inside my pants, navigating through my vaginal hair. “I’ll take them out, better you dont even move." He advised,

The sensation of his touch sent shivers through me as his fingers brushed against my clit. the length and slenderness of his fingers, the unexpected coldness of a metal ring that adorned one of them. my focus shifted between his intense gaze and the inexplicable touch inside my pants.

"Is this where they are? I think I can hold onto their legs," he inquired, rubbing the folds of my clit. I pressed my lips, how could I say its my clit folds not their f*****g legs.

Before I just thinking how to respond his f*****g mistake, he literally pinched my clit and pulled it back. A sudden action that sent shockwaves of sensation through me, leaving me momentarily breathless.

Ahhh…" I involuntarily clenched his shoulder with a vice-like grip. I moaned with a f*****g hardcore orgasm I was getting.

He grinned like a f*****g madman, his words dripping with a kind of wicked amusement.

"Oh, so it wasn't a cockroach after all. Must be your... Pussy." This word never felt this seductive before it came out of his mouth. His playful tone revealed that he was well aware of what he was doing, otherwise a man who was the biggest playboy could not differentiate between a p***y and a cockroach. It is impossible!

The cockroaches vanished from

my mind as his fingers were navigating me inside. “Its getting inside now.” I crushed my teeth. His fingers were touching every corner right now. His fingers brushed against the walls of my v****a. It was a blend of roughness and sensation at the same time. I was on the brink of a situation that was both deeply intimate and incredibly embarrassing.

"Cockroaches are quite seducers, it seems they managed to make you wet." his words hit their mark. A blush crept into my cheeks. But in reality, it was his fingers that drowned deeply inside my clit that made me c*m unwillingly.

"Is it here? Or here? Is it deep?" His fingers, deliberate and slow, gradually slid within my v****a, causing a heavy breath to escape my lips. I could not stop but imagine if his fingers were this seductive to make me wet. What about his d**k? What if it went inside? What would I do?” I gulped.

What the f**k! What I was thinking right now about this demon. I shook my head.

My heart had a tough conflict with my mind, perhaps after my coma it turned out weak and sensitive.