The Devil CEO's Contract Wife

Chapter 148: Passionate Obsession [1]

Catherine’s eyes were soft as they held mine, chest rising and falling heavily, her rapid thrusts as she tried to rush through her climax.

She took her head back, moaning my name, pumping lazily both in tiredness and pleasure. Just when I knew she was close, I was already on the bed, pulling on her legs to trap her beneath me.

I took her wrist in a tight hold, bringing it close so that I could taste the finger that had been inside her.

Sweet as always with that sprinkle of fear.

Catherine sank her teeth into her bottom lip, knees rubbing for relief, but I forced her legs apart.

Slap!

She gasped when my palm collided with her pussy, and I didn’t end there, repeating my action until I felt her coating my palm as both pain and pleasure became her release.

“Ares!” she breathed, as her body shook in waves, and I rubbed just a little bit to have her come once more before finishing it up with another impact.

Catherine heaved, eyeing me with hunger. She wants me, but she keeps forgetting that I fuck her when I want, not the other way around.

I took her jaw and leaned close, her rich breath brushing against my face.

“We’ll leave for our honeymoon in two days.”

“W-What…?” Her eyes widened.

“Pack what you need.” I stroked her cheek before I got off the bed.

Smirking, I left the room.

~☆~

“I never agreed to a honeymoon,” Catherine said the moment she walked through the gym doors, wearing nothing but a silk cami.

It was almost like she was trying to get back at me for leaving her like that last night. But I was enjoying the view. She had little pubic hair, and the color matched her hair.

Catherine never went for a clean shave, and I liked it just the way it was.

“Are we gonna talk? Or are you gonna keep gawking at my pussy?” She asked, amused. “You’re being naughty, honey.

I dropped the dumbbells at my side and stood, doing a little stretch to ease my chest.

She chewed the inside of her mouth, itchy and drinking in the sight of me like a hungry lioness. I half expected her to pounce on me, but she took a step closer, giving me that fucking attitude.

“I said no… honeymoons.”

When I didn’t say a word, she was about to say something that was gonna tick me off, and I knew just what.

“We aren’t a real—”

“Say it…” I urged with a dark warning. “What happens next will be the consequences of your action.”

But Catherine woke up to test me this morning, sneering as she opened that mouth of hers. “We’re. Not. A. Real. Cou—”

She yelled when I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

“Ares!”

Smack!

The impact was so hard that it neatly knocked her off me if it weren’t for my grip. That stopped her writhing until I got to my office and placed her against the table.

She jerked when I inserted a finger into her soaked pussy, followed by two.

Her eyes went wide, hands on my shoulders for balance until I was knuckled deep.

“You’ve been a bad girl lately. Running that mouth of yours, acting like a brat…”

Catherine bit her bottom lip. “Then punish me, honey.” She drove her hips forward, mouth ajar.

I curled my fingers.

“Mmmm!” She held me tighter, taking her head back in ecstasy.

I grasped her neck and pushed her back, the table creaking from the motion.

“H-Honey!” she cried out when I began fucking her with my fingers.

I could feel her pussy suffocating them, restricting my swiftness, but I pumped until I could feel her coating them steadily.

I changed pace, and Catherine’s lower body rose to take me more even as my grip tightened on her neck.

So greedy.

I yanked her by the neck to sit before shoving my fingers into her mouth.

“Have an idea of what you taste like being bad.”

She redrew her mouth, and my fingers came off with a soft pop.

“It tastes sweet, honey. Where were you hoping for a bland taste?”

Catherine held my hand, and without breaking eye contact, she stuck her tongue out and licked from bottom to top.

“Maybe I should taste yours too.”

Fuck.

I tugged her to me and picked her off the table, my nails digging into her ass as I walked to the couch to sit. I redirected her over my knee, entrapping her hands behind her back.

Smack!

Catherine screamed. This strike carried more force, her ass switching red immediately, and an imprint of my palm coming to life.

Fucking beautiful.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Catherine was shaking, sobbing, and begging me to stop. She could easily use her safe word, but she doesn’t, so I took out my frustration on her, replaying all the times she had defied me.

I want her to learn and know that each time she defies me, there will be a price to pay.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m sorry!” she yelled in tears, but I didn’t stop until she was fiddling to break free, but that only roused me to keep going until I was satisfied.

I admired my art, her ass red and scalding, with a few of my palm imprints.

As I traced my work, Catherine groaned in discomfort, sobbing and quivering as I dragged my finger on the hot flesh.

“Does it hurt, baby?” I asked. “It should… because I want you to remember this when you think about running that tongue of yours.” I kissed the redness. “Your ass will pay the price.”

I redirected her to sit, facing away from me.

“You want my cock?” I pulled down my sweatpants and freed my wood, almost painful from how hard I was. “Then take it.”

I lifted her hips just enough to slam her right down on my length.

“AHHH!” Her fingers dig into my thighs, her body overwrought from the shock.