Page 37 of The Pleasure Contract

This was wise.

I try again, speaking slowly, with better clarity, so she understands that I do not care how these pleasure contracts work on her home planet. I will not share her. Not ever. “If you have entered a contract with him… or any other male… terminate them now, Lois.”

She looks at me like I have sprouted five new sets of horns, but quickly shakes her expression free. “Now, wait a minute,” she says, stepping forward, her tone and posture that of a drakball player squaring up to the opposition. “So you can go out there and collect all those Permissions like you’re at an all-you-can-eat buffet, but I can’t-”

“No, you cannot,” I growl. I have never growled at a female before in my life. But Lois is really testing me right now if she thinks I’ll share her. Stubbornly, Lois steps even closer – so close, I can feel the warmth and anger radiating off of her as she stares up at me – defiant little thing that she is. I do not recall anything about exclusivity in her pleasure contract. But I am very ready to make that amendment. “And as for those Permissions,” I continue, pulling them from my pockets, “It is considered polite to accept a Permission when given. It does not mean they are used.”

Lois stares into my eyes a moment or two before dropping a hip, the tension releasing from her posture like water from a broken dam. Her arms are still crossed over her chest, though. And her brows are raised when she asks, “And do you plan to use them?”

Is she kidding? Why on Xaviaa would I use them when she exists? I toss the Permission tokens onto her bed and turn back to look her in the eye when I say, very plainly, “No.”

She then does something so unexpected, it takes my mind a few seconds to catch up with what is actually happening.

She leaps at me. Jumping up as high as she can, her arms wrapping around my neck so she can drag me down to a ferocious kiss.

And, fuck me, this little female can drag me anywhere she wants.

As soon as my mind catches up with what she’s doing – what she’s allowing to happen – I groan. The noise is loud, and long, and probably quite pathetic.

But I don’t give a shit.

Lois is in my arms, and her tongue is in my mouth.

She is really allowing all this touching. Like… really. Not her Permission. Her actual body.

And still, like a greedy fool, I want so much more.

I reach down and lift her, her legs instantly wrapping around me. Her body flush with mine – a sensation so fucking heady I think I can see stars.

There is no way in all the known universes that any Permission could compare to this.

“Take me to the bed,” she murmurs between presses of our mouths. And this is a good thing, because I think I may pass out from excitement right now.

In my limited capacity for thinking, I do manage to recognize that I am much larger than Lois, and should probably not be the one to cover her. So I twist and fall backward onto her bed, feeling the piles of folded clothes and discarded Permission tokens poke into my back.

But I don’t care one drak shit about any of that, because my Lois is straddling my middle and kissing me.

She moans into my mouth, her tongue brushing lightly past one of my extended fangs. I shudder, almost coming in my pants right then and there.

Suddenly, she’s scooting down my body, her heat passing over my straining cock, and her hands are busy trying to undo my pants – presumably to free said straining cock.

Goddesses, curse me.

I have to say it.

I don’t want to say it, but-

“Wait.”

She pauses and looks up at me. “Don’t you want to-”

During her frantic unlacing, Lois had managed to open my pants just enough for my fully erect cock to spring free at this very inopportune moment. It’s almost as if my member doesn’t trust me to answer her question, so has decided to make an eager appearance instead.

I gesture to my aching cock. “Obviously, I do. But… we cannot, because I have not yet instructed the design of your bench.”

“Hm?”

She’s not listening.