Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Steve’s P. O. V.

The next day,

I’m still boiling with anger over the previous night’s drama. It’s really disheartening when someone lets you down.

I walk directly towards the main door of the mansion, not even sparing a glance at my father, who is sitting with Grace at the breakfast table.

“At least have breakfast, Steve.” He calls after me, but his words fall on deaf ears. I’m too disappointed with him to respond, so I just leave.

***

After winding up my work, I call Jace and Mike to meet me because I need to vent my frustration and disappointment over the recent events involving Grace and my father.

As we sit down in my cabin, I let out a heavy sigh. “Guys, you won’t believe what happened at home yesterday.”

Mike raises an eyebrow. “Now what did Grace do?”

I lean in and speak in a low, irritated tone. “She manipulated my father, telling him I locked her in the bathroom without the fault of her. And he took her side. I couldn’t believe it.”

“Man, that’s so wrong. I can’t believe Grace is causing so much trouble.” Jace shakes his head in disbelief.

I nod, frustrated. “You have no idea, guys. I’m so disappointed in my father. I thought he would trust me over her, but he let her play the victim.”

“You know, sometimes parents just want to keep the peace. They don’t always understand the whole situation,” Jace tries to explain to me.

I run a hand through my hair, still feeling conflicted. “I get that, Jace, but it’s just frustrating.”

Mike interrupts with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, you can’t change the situation now. Why don’t we go out and hit the club tonight? You could use a break.”

With a nod, I agree. “That sounds like a great idea. Let’s have some fun tonight. I need to clear my mind and forget about all this mess at home.”

Jace’s P. O. V.

I’m at the club with my friends, but I can’t shake off the feeling of missing Zara. Spending time with her has become a habit, and I feel an emptiness in my heart without her.

I think about leaving the club to meet Zara, but then I glance over at Steve, who’s trying to enjoy himself despite the recent family drama. I can’t leave my friend when he needs his friends the most.

After a moment of internal conflict, I decide to call Zara, hoping to hear her voice and find solace. I pull out my phone and dial her number, but my worry intensifies when she doesn’t answer. I try a few more times, growing increasingly anxious with each unanswered call.

She never ignored my calls like this before. What happened to her? I just hope she is fine.

Steve and Mike notice the tension on my face. Concerned, Steve asks, “Jace, what’s going on? You seem not fine.”

I run my hand through my hair. “I’ve been trying to call Zara, but she’s not answering. It’s making me anxious.”

“Maybe she’s busy or didn’t hear the phone. Don’t stress too much about it, Jace.” Mike reassures me.

I nod, trying to shake off the unease. “You’re right. I shouldn’t overthink it.”

Steve puts his hand on my shoulder. “You should go check her if you’re worried about her.”

“I think I should go.” I quickly make my way out of the club, my mind filled with concern for Zara.

Zara’s P. O. V.

I completely immerse myself in playing the piano. Whether I’m overjoyed, upset, or angry, this is my solace. Lately, I’ve been exceptionally happy since Jace entered my life. He’s loving and domineering-exactly the way I always desired my life partner to be.

As I stop playing, Jace’s voice interrupts my musical world. “Someone is really busy?”

I stand up and turn towards him in surprise.

“Seriously, you were ignoring my calls for this?” He inquires, fixing his angry eyes on the piano.

“I was so engrossed in playing the piano that I didn’t even realise you were calling. You know how deeply I immerse myself in it.” I explain, approaching him and placing my hand on his face.

“Zara, I got worried about you. You never ignored my calls like this before,” he expresses his concerns.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Jace. I’ll keep my phone on vibration next time when I play the piano.”

“You’ll definitely keep this in your mind if I punish you today.” His authoritative voice sends a shiver down my spine, turning me on.

“Bend over the piano keyboard now, Zara,” he commands, taking away my breath.

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“Zara, I said now.” He repeats the order, and I comply without hesitation.

As I bend over the piano keyboard, my heart races with anticipation. His dominant nature has always intrigued me, and now he’s about to fulfil one of my deepest fantasies. I feel excited as he approaches me from behind, his presence commanding and powerful.

His touch is gentle as he places his hand on my back, sending shivers down my spine.

“Ignoring my calls is not acceptable.” He asserts, his voice both firm and seductive.

I nod, my cheek pressed against the cool surface of the piano keys. “I understand, Jace.”

His fingers trail down, and he leans in to whisper, “I know you love playing the piano, and I appreciate that. But my calls also demand your attention.”

He straightens up, and I feel the cool breeze as he lifts the hem of my skirt.

“Keep your hands behind your back, Zara.” As he orders, I immediately place my hands behind my back.

He gently pulls off the ribbon from my hair and fastens my wrist with it, raising my excitement.

His dominant side is unleashed, and I am ready to submit to his every command. He positions himself behind me, his breath warm against my neck.

“You will learn to prioritise me, baby,” he declares, his voice laced with sternness and desire. “I will make sure you never forget the consequences of ignoring my calls.”

His words send a thrill down my spine, and I can feel the heat between my legs intensify. I trust him completely, knowing that he will take me to the edge and back. I brace myself for what is to come.

His hands fondle my buttocks, arousing me even more. With each touch, I feel myself surrendering to his dominance. His touch, both gentle and firm, ignites a fire within me.

“Are you ready, Zara?” He asks, his voice filled with authority and tenderness.

“Yes, Jace,” I respond, my voice laced with anticipation and submission.

Without further delay, he delivers a sharp smack on my exposed buttocks, causing a moan to escape my lips. I feel a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He continues to spank me, each strike sending a jolt of pleasure through me and creating a rhythm that matches the beating of my heart. I surrender completely to his control, lost in the sensations. The piano keys beneath me tremble with each strike.

His dominance pushes me to new heights, and I am consumed by a wave of pleasure. At this moment, I am his, completely and unconditionally.

After what feels like an eternity, he finally stops. I’m left breathless, my body tingling.

As I catch my breath, he releases my wrists from their binds. He pulls me up gently, his touch now filled with tenderness.

He cups my face, his voice filled with affection as he speaks, “I hope you’ve learned your lesson, Zara. I don’t ever want to feel ignored or taken for granted.”

“I won’t.” I shake my head and express my gratitude. “Thank you for fulfilling my desire, Jace.”

A smile flashes on his face, and he kisses my forehead before pulling me into a tight embrace. “It’s just the beginning, Zara.”

I feel grateful for the fulfilment of my deepest fantasies. With Jace by my side, I know my desires will always be met with love, care, and a touch of delightful dominance.

Steve’s P. O. V.

I return home late at night in a drunken state. My steps are unsteady as I make my way to the guest room where Grace has been staying.

As I burst into the room, the door bangs against the wall and Grace jumps to her feet, startled by my sudden entrance. Her eyes widen as I approach her, stumbling.

She remarks, “Steve, you’re drunk.”

I glare at her, my words slurring as I accuse her, “You manipulated my father, Grace. You played your drama so well, and he’s on your side now.”

She defends herself. “I didn’t manipulate anyone, Steve. I just told your father what happened.”

I take a few unsteady steps toward her, lessening the gap between us. “I hate you so much, Grace. You spoiled my life. You snatched my father.” I snap, my voice and eyes filled with outrage.

She remains surprisingly calm, even in the face of my drunken outburst. “Steve, I just take my revenge. I can’t let you mistreat me.”

My anger intensifies, and I lash out with accusations, grasping her arms. “You can mistreat anybody, but you can’t take it when I mistreat you. You’re a liar! A manipulator! I can’t stand you.” I dig my nails into her arms, my eyes burning with fury.

She maintains her composure, trying to come out of my firm grip. “Steve, you need to calm down. You’re drunk, we will talk tomorrow.”

“Why do you always have to bring my father into this? It’s infuriating and I can’t handle it anymore.” I yank her closer to me and declare, my voice firm. “Now I swear, I’ll expose your true colours in front of him.”

“I’m not afraid. Do whatever you want.” She snaps, pushing me away with all her strength before storming to the balcony.

I stagger back into my room and slump onto the bed, dealing with conflicting emotions. The echoes of our heated argument replay in my mind, and I’m determined to expose her in front of my father.