= SARAH POV =
After a delicious dinner, Chris asked me to wash the dishes while she tidied up the living room. We were practically an old lesbian couple the way we busied ourselves around the house.
The only problem with this relationship was that we were stuck in lesbian-death-bed before the relationship even started!
I angrily scrubbed a wooden spoon and other cutlery to get rid of some of my frustration. I had tried to bring up the fact that the contract was a joke in conversation over dinner, however Chris refused to talk about it, saying that she signed it already and " That was that".
She then proceeded to feed me like a baby to get me to shut up, so now I was full, and content, and completely unable to do anything about it until she was ready to listen.
She did say that she needed some time to think over the rules, again reemphasizing that I could use the guestroom for as long as I liked.
"Woah, I use those wooden spoons to cook every day, if you scrub them that hard I might not have anything but a wooden stake left" Chris said as she walked past me with a basket of laundry.
"You'd like that wouldn't you" I said and mock stabbed the air "Sasa Vampire, be gone!"
Chris laughed as she loaded the washing machine with clothes.
"If I wanted you gone, I'd just change the locks to the front door chica" Chris smirked.
I flushed at her smirk, about to make a passing remark about how I knew where she kept her spare key, when I suddenly remembered that I also had clothes that needed to be washed.
"Oh! I actually need to wash some clothes, can I add mine to the laundry?" I piped up, turning to pop my head around the corner to see if she had fully loaded the washing machine or not.
"Sure, I only have about half a load here, there is space" Chris replied.
I dumped the spoons into the sink and skipped off to my room. Grabbing my clothes from the suitcase I returned and handed the lot to Chris happily.
"What are you going to sleep in tonight?" Chris asked as she stuffed my clothes into the washing machine.
Oh, now was my chance!
I should say "Nothing, just the blanket over my body will be my covering tonight" - maybe it would get a reaction from Chris.
"No~thing" I said in my most sing-song voice.
Before I could react, I had a face full of t-shirts and shorts thrown at me.
"Yeah that's what I thought, you always come over, totally unprepared, and you think it makes sense to sleep in the nude? I got you something from my wardrobe" Chris said as I peeled the clothes off my face and checked out the selection for the night.
Ah, a nice white T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, nice! The usual that Chris gave me when I slept over in the past.
Wait! Goldfish for brains, you are forgetting that you are trying to be smexy?
"Ah, Chris-" I began but when Chris turned around, it was like the words just didn't seem right anymore.
In my head, I was all confident and sexy and Chris was totally into me, but as she stared me down with those intense blue eyes, her long black hair falling past her shoulders, I couldn't speak anymore.
I gulped and shook my head, averting my eyes.
"Umm thanks, for this. I appreciate it. I'll try my best with the house tomorrow"
There was a moment of silence. I could feel Chris looking over me, as if she was deliberating something, the footsteps followed and suddenly, Chris stood so close that I felt a little uneasy.
She then reached out to me and pulled me close to her, a hand cupping my face, forcing me to look up at her.
"I've decided on something. An… update on the terms of the contract. Three Cs. You have to do all three Cs. Everyday. If not you have to admit defeat" Chris said softly, making my heart beat rapidly.
"D-Defeat? Wait I… I can't…I-" I replied, gulping "That's a lot of work" I replied.
All I could think of was cooking, cleaning and going down on her - which I still hadn't figure out was or wasn't similar to giving a guy a blow job - and it was overwhelming thinking of doing it once in a while…now she says *everyday* ? I don't think any normal person has that much stamina!
"Then say it, say the contract is meaningless" Chris said, her face so close to mine I could feel her breath on my cheek.
My eyes were drawn to her lips, so soft, so pink.
I bit my lip, thinking about what they might taste like, feel like, against mine.
"The contra-" I started but Chris kissed me hard.
It was not the kind of kiss I expected. It was rough, and there was a bite to it.
She pushed me up against the wall that separated the kitchen from the laundry area, and with my hands trapped between our bodies, still clutching onto the clothes she gave me, she held me, one hand on the small of my back, while the other was cupping the back of my head.
I was not expecting it.
My lips were slightly parted as I took in a sharp breath from the impact of being pushed backwards suddenly, which she took advantage of by slipping her tongue in and exploring my soft depths.
I could feel my entire body growing hot, and I felt like I was melting on the inside.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt Chris break the grip and dip low. Her lips brushed the curve of my neck, and as I gasped, turning towards her, my lips trembling as I tried to find the words to ask her what was going on. Her hands gripped my thighs, and I found myself hoisted up, my back slamming hard against the wall.
And then Chris was hot a firm against me, her hands gripping my thighs, then pressing me firmly against the wall with her body as her lips smashed into mine again, biting, hungry, like she couldn't get enough.
I whimpered as I clung to her, my clutching at the front of her blouse, unable to do anything but take it, my body trembling from the shock of being entirely overwhelmed by her, our bodies pressed together tightly.
I could feel every firm ridge of her hip against me, making me tremble and shudder, wanting nothing more than this moment to never end.
Chris'body kept me pinned against the wall, keeping me right where she wanted me, as she kissed me relentlessly, like a starving woman who had just got her first drink of water in days.
"Chris..wait.." I gasped in between kisses, my mind churning, trying to hold on, but also wanting desperately to completely let go.
And then, just as abruptly as it started, it ended. Chris backed up and gently eased my legs to the ground as she pulled back, and as her tongue left my mouth, I let out an involuntarily moan, feeling empty and needy as she stepped away, leaving me leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, a little wrecked, inside and outside.
It felt like time had stopped and there was only her, there was only me, there was only this moment.
"That's how people out there will treat you. You're so petite, you're so easy to pick up and just take advantage of. They'll have their way with you whenever they like… do you understand?" Chris asked hoarsely as she gently stroked my upper arm, and then released me, breaking the spell she had over me in an instant.
Chris ran a hand through her hair calmly as if she hadn't just been making out with me a few seconds ago.
"I'm glad you fina-" she started but I cut her off.
"The contract means a lot to me" I suddenly blurted out, my heart racing, clutching the clothes close to my chest.
I couldn't. I couldn't say it was a joke anymore.
I was addicted.
I wanted her to do that again.
If I left now… would she ever do that again?
Chris dropped her hands to the side.
"Why are you so fucking stubborn? Fine, brace yourself. And let me add a new rule, miss smarty-pants" Chris said and placed a hand above my head.
Chris' hand reached out and tilted my chin up with a finger, forcing me to look her in the eyes as she tied yet another rule around my slender neck.
"If you can't complete all three Cs each day, for every C you fail to do, you get one punishment, and trust me, you will not enjoy them" Chris growled low, her eyes boring into mind, a firm and unyielding promise.
She then turned and left me in the kitchen to my thoughts.
I sank down the wall into a puddle on the floor.
I finally got a kiss from Chris, but it was not what I expected…and she did it, to teach me a lesson? To show me how others would kiss me? So does that mean, if she was kissing me for real, it would be different?
I clamped a hand over my mouth. Even in such a flippant, nonchalant way, even if Chris had no feelings at all behind her actions, my body…my body was so turned on. I wanted her to ravish me, in any way she wanted.
I groaned. This was a huge red flag.
I needed to tell her the truth and get out of here.
Did she just mention punishments?
I was starting to realise that this was not going the way I thought it would…but as I licked my lip and tasted the saliva that lingered, I stopped thinking like a rational human being; I wanted to stay close. I wanted…more.