The Contracted Stripper

He led her to the private resting room.

Closing the door behind them. The room was designed for privacy and comfort, with soft lightning and a modern aesthetic.

“Mr. Kendrick, what is this about, what is going on?” Emily asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and caution.

Ryan stepped closer, his eyes locked onto hers. “Call me Ryan. And I think you know exactly what this is about.”

Before she could respond, he pulled her into a kiss. Emily’s initial resistance melted away as the kiss deepened.

Ryan’s hands moved over her body, his touch lighting a fire within her. She responded eagerly, her hands sliding under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his bare chest and skin.

They moved towards the bed, ripping their clothes off in a frenzy of passion. Ryan’s mind was a blur of desire, the stresses of the morning forgotten in the heat of the moment. He laid Emily down on the bed, his lips and hands exploring every inch of her body. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove him wild.

He took out his rod from his suit pants, Emily flinched at the sight of his rod.

“OMG,” she gasped, “you like what you see?” Ryan chuckled.

“I’m sure you haven’t seen or tasted anything like it before,” he spoke proudly.

“I can’t wait to have a taste of it”, she said in a low voice biting her lips seductively.

He slid his cock deep into her, as he thrust into her like his life depended on it, Ryan was a NO 5 minutes man, he always takes his time him fucking any woman he could lay his hands on.

He almost hammered life out of Emily, as she begged for more, moaning and screaming in pleasure and pain.

It sounded like music to his ears, he loved how they screamed and begged.

Ryan’s touch was both demanding and skillful, his experience evident in every movement. He took his time, savoring the control he had over her reactions. Emily’s body responded to his every touch, arching and trembling with pleasure.

As they lay together afterward, the room filled with the scent of their encounter, Ryan’s mind wandered back to Iris.

He glanced at Emily, who was catching her breath beside him. “You were amazing,” he said, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Emily blushed, her eyes shining. “Thank you, Mr Kendrick. I hope I can impress you in the office as well.”

“Oh, you already have,” Ryan replied, his tone playful. “But let’s keep this between us, shall we?”

“Of course,” Emily agreed, nodding.

Ryan dressed quickly, his mind already shifting back to the day’s work. He had contracts to review and a meeting with his father in the afternoon. Emily left the room, straightening her clothes and composing herself before stepping back into the office.

Luca was waiting outside, a knowing look on his face. “Everything went smooth?” he asked.

“Better than expected,” Ryan replied with a smirk. “Now, let’s get back to work. I have a meeting with my father soon right”?

“Not soon Sir, in twenty minutes time”. Luca replied.

“Alright, let’s get ready”. He said as they both walked out of the office.

Months later*****************

The first few weeks of Ryan and Iris’s married life were a rough storm, a clash of wills and emotions that she never saw coming.

For Iris, the grand mansion felt more like a gilded cage, the luxury displayed doing little to mask the reality of her situation. Every day began with the continues routine of pretense, a farce that chipped away at her spirit.

Iris had hoped that, despite the contract, she might find some solace or understanding in her new life. But the constant coldness from Ryan was unbearable. He was a handsome man, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes broad chest, but his heart seemed wrapped in ice.

Each morning, he would leave the house to the office without a word, returning late at night, often reeking of alcohol and female perfume.

One morning, Iris found herself staring at the wardrobes filled with designer clothes. She had always dreamed of having such luxuries, but now they felt like cages.

Dressing in these outfits was like dressing in a costume for a role she despised. With a sigh, she picked a simple blue dress and descended downstairs.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As she entered the dining room, she was greeted by Mrs. Rose and Ivy, both of whom looked at her with thinly veiled disdain.

Mrs. Rose, Ryan’s mother, was a tall woman with perfectly coiffed hair and an air of superiority that made Iris’s skin crawl.

Ivy, on the other hand, was a delicate beauty with a fondness for passive-aggressive comments that stung like a thousand needles.

“Good morning, Iris,” Mrs. Rose said, her voice dripping with insincerity. “I see you’ve chosen a dress that finally fits you. It’s a wonder you didn’t rip any of the seams.”Iris forced a smile.

“Good morning, Mrs. Rose. Ivy.”

Ivy smirked. “Don’t let it get to you, Iris. It’s just that we had someone else in mind for Ryan, someone who would have fit in better with our…standards and class.”

Iris clenched her fists under the table, trying to maintain her composure. “I’m sure I’ll adapt.”

“Oh, I’m sure you will,” Mrs. Rose said with a patronizing smile. “Or not.”

Ryan walked in at that moment, his presence immediately commanding the room. He was dressed admirably in an army green tailored suit, but his eyes were hard as they glanced at Iris.

“I see everyone’s here,” he said, taking his seat at the head of the table. “Let’s eat.”They ate breakfast silently, only the sound of clinking cutlery could be heard.

Iris could feel the weight of their gazes on her, judging, measuring, finding her wanting. She picked at her food, her appetite no where to be found. After breakfast, Ryan stood up abruptly. “Iris, I need to talk to you.”

She followed him into his study, a room filled with dark wood and leather, exuding power and wealth.

Ryan closed the door behind them and turned to face her.”What do you want to talk about?” Iris asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This…arrangement we have. It’s not working.”