Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Steve’s P. O. V.

“Oh, the suspense is killing me! Where are you taking me, Steve? I can’t wait!” I can feel the excitement in Grace’s voice as I guide her down the corridor, covering her eyes with a black blindfold. Ever since she came back into my life, I’ve been planning this surprise. Can’t wait to see her reaction!

Since the beginning, I’ve always had this plan in mind: to shower the woman I love with endless happiness. And now, I’m making it a reality by bringing profound joy into my wife’s life.

“It won’t be much of a surprise if I spill the beans, will it?” I tease, wrapping my arm around her waist to guide her steps. The warmth of her body against mine sends a thrill through me.

As we walk, I steal glances at her, admiring the way her face lights up with every step. Grace has been through so much, and she deserves every bit of happiness I can give her.

As we enter a room, I stand behind her. “Okay, Wifey, prepare to be amazed,” I utter before taking off her blindfold, more excited than her, to see her reaction.

I watch eagerly as she blinks in the sudden light, taking in the scene before her. A gasp escapes her lips at the sight of her own studio room.

Yes, the surprise is this. I want my Grace to follow her passion again. I had noticed how her work brought her so much confidence and fulfilment in the past. And the spark in her eyes when she was fully immersed in her work a year ago, so I want to bring that same spark back.

“This is for you, Wifey. I want you to continue your work.” I say, holding her hand, and she stands frozen, her eyes darting around the room in disbelief. The room is filled with all the equipment she needs to pursue her passion for vlogging and content creation.

I have designed every corner of this room myself according to her preferences because she deserves the best.

She turns towards me. “Steve, I… I don’t know what to say.” Her voice quivers as she speaks, struggling to find the right words because of overwhelming emotion.

I squeeze her hand, a soft smile playing on my lips. “You don’t have to say anything, Love. I just want you to follow your passion, to do what makes you truly happy.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t do this, Steve,” she murmurs, her voice trembling. “Nobody will want to work with me. After what happened a year ago, I left everything in the middle. I have lost more than half of my followers.” My heart aches at the pain in her voice.

“Grace, listen to me.” I clasp her face, my eyes locking with hers. “You are talented, passionate, and incredibly brave. Yes, you made mistakes in the past, but that doesn’t define who you are now. You have the power to rise above your fears and prove to yourself-and to the world-that you are capable of greatness.”

I try my best to encourage her.

“Steve, what you have done for me, it means a lot to me. But you’re not getting me. I have left everything in the middle. No brand will work with me. My followers won’t support me.”

I listen to her words, her voice heavy with doubt and uncertainty, and my heart sinks. I understand her fears and her hesitations, but I refuse to let her give up on her dreams-not now, not ever.

I want my wife to fly high, and I have planned everything for this.

“Love, I understand that you’re afraid,” I whisper, my voice filled with determination. “But you can’t let your past mistakes hold you back from pursuing your passion. Yes, you may have lost some followers, but that doesn’t mean you can’t rebuild, that you can’t start anew.”

I pause, taking a deep breath before continuing. “And as for brands not wanting to work with you, well, I have a surprise for you.” I give her a smile, and her brows narrow in confusion. “I want to make you the brand ambassador of my clothing company.”

As I declare, her eyes widen in disbelief. “What… no! I can’t.”

My brows frown. “Why? What’s wrong with this?”

“Because I don’t deserve that. Please don’t feel pity-”

My anger rises. What the fuck is she saying that she doesn’t deserve this? Has she lost it? She deserves this and beyond this.

I interrupt her, unable to contain my frustration any longer. “Grace, listen to me,” I grab her arms and utter in a firm tone. “I’m not offering you this opportunity out of pity. I’m offering it to you because I believe in you. After all, I know you’re capable of so much more than you think.”

“Steve, I can’t. Please.” As she denies it again, my eyes burn with anger and the grip of my hands tightens around her arms.

When will she start listening to me? She has changed herself so much, but her stubbornness is still the same.

I compose myself and loosen my grip as I realise I’m digging my nails into her arms.

Fuck! Her stubbornness always makes me lose my cool.

“Grace, you’re my wife.” I clasp her face and explain to her in a calm tone. “Isn’t this enough for me to support you? You left your work because of me, isn’t it? So restart it for me. I never told you I saw your work. You are talented, passionate, and incredibly deserving of this chance. And I won’t take no for an answer.” My voice becomes firm as I speak the last sentence.

“But what if I mess up? What if I let you down? I haven’t worked for one year.” She whispers, staring at me with her eyes filled with doubts.

“You can never let me down, Wifey. That’s impossible. You could never disappoint me, no matter what happens. Because to me, you’re already a success, just by transforming yourself into a better person and facing your fears.” I draw her closer, wrapping my arms around her in a comforting embrace. “You are strong, Love. Stronger than you know. And I believe in you, with all my heart.”

As I kiss her head, she looks up at me with a smile on her face. “Thank you, Steve,” she murmurs, her voice choked with emotion. “Thank you for believing in me, even when I can’t able to believe in myself.”

“Always, my love. I will always believe in you, no matter what.” I press my lips on her forehead, and she closes her eyes to savour my touch. “So, what’s your decision now?”

As I ask her, she opens her eyes and looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “My decision? Umm…” She tapes her finger on her chin. “I’ll tell you in a few days. I have to check my schedule so that I have time to work for you. You know how busy I’m.”

“Well, Mrs. busy wife, please try your best to take out some time for your husband as well. He will be glad.” I give her a pleading look, and she tries hard not to laugh. “And in reward, he will try to give you something sweet,” I add, licking my lips.

A smirk plays on her lips. “What if I say I want something salty as a reward?” As she glances down, my dick twitches inside my pants.

I yank her towards me, grabbing her waist. “Whatever you want, Wifey. Sweet, salty, bitter, spicy.” I whisper huskily, my voice filled with desire. “I’ll give you anything you want.” My hands roam all over her body and my hardness grinds against her crotch, igniting a fire within us both.

“Okay, so first I’ll have something sweet. Then salty.” She murmurs against my lips before capturing my lips in a passionate kiss, rubbing herself against me vigorously, making me harder.

I lift her from the floor effortlessly by clutching her waist, and she wraps her legs around me, deepening the kiss, and pulling my hair.

Grabbing her buttocks, I take her to the table and make her sit there before pulling away from her. “Grace, we don’t have much time. The twins can wake up any moment, crying for your milk. So strip fast.” I instruct, hurriedly pulling off my shirt.

She bites her lower lip erotically, gazing at my body with profound desires, as if she doesn’t even listen to my words.

“Wifey, you have all the life to admire my body. Right now, just be quick.” I say, hurriedly pulling down my jeans and boxers.

She chuckles mischievously, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Oh, but Steve, I can’t resist admiring such a handsome sight.” She teases, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, revealing glimpses of her skin underneath.

She gave birth to the two babies two months ago only, but her body is still so flawless.

“I think you want me to tear them off. Right?” I ask, approaching her with a smirk on my face.

“You caught me, baby.” She winks at me, grasping my hand and yanking me down. “I want you fucking so wild with me today as a reward, husband.” She whispers in my ear, encircling her arms around my neck.

I know how much my Wife loves wild and aggressive sex, and I’ll give her exactly that. In fact, a lot more than that today for sure because I’m so fucking hard right now.

“Whatever you want, you’ll get it, Wifey.” I grab her chin, fixing my intense gaze with her. “Just be prepared to scream my name.”

“I’m always ready for it, Mr Grey. Don’t you know?” She raises her brows at me with an all-the-time mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Yeah! I know very well, and I love to hear you screaming my name.” I breathe against her lips, brushing her lower with my thumb.

“Husband-”

“Enough of talking. It’s time for some action.” I cut her off, breaking all the buttons of her shirt and startling her.

The sound of them dropping to the floor echoes through the room, increasing the intensity of the moment. With her shirt now in tatters, her chest heaves with anticipation, her skin flushed with desire. I devour her with my eyes, hungry for every inch of her. She looks even more alluring with that tattoo on her waist.

I pull off her shorts and rip off her undies in haste before standing between her legs, locking my eyes filled with desire with hers.

Grabbing her thighs and pulling them apart, I enter deep into her in one go with full force, causing her to scream and throw her head back in ecstasy.

Her screams and my groans fill the room as I fuck her the way she wanted like a wild animal, first on the table, then bending her over the stool, against the wall, in front of the mirror, on the sofa, on the floor, every fucking corner of the studio.

I really didn’t see that coming! Her studio opening is absolutely amazing. Like seriously, it’s perfect!

As we explore every corner of the studio, our passion knows no bounds. We move from one place to another, exploring new positions and pushing each other to the limits of pleasure.

I had sex with her earlier in the morning, yet here I’m fucking the hell out of her as if I’ve been starved for her for an eternity. This woman drives me insane and takes my wildest side out of me. It’s incredible!

I must say, life with Grace is pretty erotic!