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  In addition to the monetary arrangement, it also did something else specifically for me. It served as a type of prenuptial, though we weren’t getting married. It stated that she understood that should we, as consenting adults, decide to engage in sexual activities which were deemed “separate and agreed upon outside the monetary agreement of this contract” she accepted that there would be no grounds for further engagements.

  Meaning, I wouldn’t be liable if something happened. Like she got pregnant. I wasn’t too worried about it, but I’d met enough gold diggers to know to cover my ass. If she somehow got pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to come back to me and request any further involvement from me in regards to her or the child. And she wouldn’t be able to come after me for whatever money I currently had as compensation.

  It was kind of a shitty thing to do, in all honesty, but it was necessary. I made it pretty clear that this was all a business transaction and that meant I wasn’t interested in having a baby. If that happened and if she chose to keep said baby, that was all entirely her choice.

  But I wouldn’t be held accountable for it.

  I was already paying her a million and a half for a weekend with her; she could manage to take care of it – in whatever way she saw fit – with that money.

  It took some time for her to read through the whole thing. I waited patiently, ordering her a latte and a grilled panini that was decently healthy. She didn’t complain when I ordered for her, nor did she complain when I insist she eat.

  She was happy to let me make the decisions, it seemed, and I found that I liked that about her as much as I liked her body. Maybe more.

  It took everything I had to not demand she stop reading and take her to my playroom. I was trying to play this cool, but I wanted her so badly I felt on the verge of bursting. The things we could do together…

  Finally, she finished reading and looked up. “This is very detailed,” she told me quietly.

  I nodded once. “I wanted to make sure that everything was covered.”

  She chewed on her lower lip again. “Are you really worried I’ll get pregnant?”

  I considered her question, then shrugged. “Not in the long run, no. It’s a possibility, of course, so I wanted it covered in the contract. Are you taking any form of birth control?” I hadn’t considered this earlier, which was incredibly stupid of me. As a virgin, she might not take the pill or anything else. Why would she need it? That would be very disappointing— I wanted to spill myself inside her, not in some damn condom.

  “Yes, actually. I… My parents insisted when I was in high school and I never stopped even though I haven’t been… um, active.”

  Relief flooded me, though I worked hard to keep my expression neutral. I would get to fill her up. That made me ache with need. I wanted to rush through the rest of this already and take her, but I wanted to make sure she didn’t have any further questions. We needed to be on the same page.

  “Do you have other questions?”

  She considered this, flipping through the pages of the contract for a moment, before glancing back up at me. “How long until the funds will be available?”

  I shrugged. “It’ll depend largely on your bank. I told mine to expect the transfer and to make it as expedient as possible, but since it’s such a large amount it will take time to clear. Both ends have to make sure everything is kosher first.”

  She nodded, finally looking more worried than nervous. “But they will clear, right? I mean, you’re not… you’re not just…” She couldn’t seem to figure out how to finish.

  “Taking advantage of a pretty naïve little thing?” I filled in for her, giving her that same hungry smile from earlier.

  She blushed, but nodded.

  I settled back in my chair, still smiling a little at her. In the back of my mind, I wondered why she needed the money so badly. It wouldn’t have been all that important to me under different circumstances, if she were a different girl, but this timid little thing seemed like she wanted some sweet prince charming to sweep her off her feet. Prostitution hardly seemed like a normal thing for her.

  But I was too wrapped up in her to focus on that right now. I wanted to play with her body, to make her obey my every command until she found her own pleasure within them.

  Letting my eyes drag over her until she shifted beneath the scrutiny, I said to her, “I am taking advantage of a pretty, naïve little thing. I’m the snake whispering dirty things in your ear. I’m the big bad wolf come to eat you up. And you’re going to love every minute of it.”

  I heard her sharp intake of breath and let my grin widen slightly.

  I’ve got you now.

  “But don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get your money. And I’ll make sure that you walk away from this feeling sore, toyed with, and absolutely sated. You won’t regret this.”

  The worry from earlier was replaced with something that was wrapped up in lust and nervousness and half a dozen other emotions. I was pleased to see that fear wasn’t one of them.

  Yet.

  The thought came unbidden and I shoved it mercilessly aside. I would do this right. She’d be mine, and I’d treat her the way a good Dom should. She wouldn’t be left wanting.

  “Now. Any other questions?”

  She blinked at me as though trying to come back from a haze. I felt some pride in having sent her there with only my words. I’d use her body and mine to send her there later.

  “Um, what should I expect?”

  Part of me wanted to leave it as a surprise. To take her to my home and show her—

  Wait, home? Originally, the plan had been to take her to a very nice hotel and bring only a few select things from the playroom to carefully break her in to the lifestyle. But my mind was already jumping ahead, imagining her tied up, gagged, writhing and mewling as I played with her with everything from a feather to a riding crop.

  Slow down, I commanded myself. But my wild imagination did tell me something. I had to explain some things about what I had planned for the weekend otherwise I risked freaking her out. And that would cost her a lot of money—and leave me incredibly frustrated.

  Clearing my throat, I tried to approach this in the best way I could. “We’ll go back to my place. You’ll take your car; I’ll take mine. That way if at any point in the weekend you feel uncomfortable, you will be free to leave.” She nodded to show she was listening and I thought I saw a flicker of relief there. “I’ll give you a brief tour of the house, then show you where you’ll be staying. I’ll explain some of the rules—”

  “Rules?”

  It was the first time she’d interrupted, and I mentally marked it down as another thing I would have to teach her. But I smiled kindly at her, because I knew she didn’t understand yet that she was already breaking the rules.

  “Yes, rules. There will be certain expectations for you while you are with me. I’ll go over them in detail and—” I hesitated, but forced myself to relent. I couldn’t let this be a repeat of Sandra, “—we can discuss minor alterations to those you’re uncomfortable with.”

  Her face furrowed, her mouth pulling together a little so that her lips were puckered ever so slightly. It was cute. “What kind of rules will these be?”

  I paused, thinking of a good, quick example that wouldn’t be too… intimidating for a first timer. “For instance, I’ll expect you address me a certain way. Like ‘Sir.’” And Master was on the tip of my tongue, but I held back. Some people didn’t take kindly to that sort of terminology and I wasn’t sure how she might react just yet. I’d take it slow to get a better feel for how far I could push her. Besides, I preferred sir, really. It was simple and to the point, respectful without the risk of seeming too overpowering. I was a Dom, yes, but this wasn’t just about requiring someone to follow my commands. It was more complex than that. And the power was as much hers as mine.

  She could stop it at any time.

  Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, I see. That shouldn’t be too difficult.” She hesi
tated a second, then added with a timid smile, “Sir.”

  I laughed a little at her. Oh, I liked hearing that. A lot. I was going to find reasons to make her say it all the time. “Good. There will be others, but we’ll go over those when we get there.”

  She nodded.

  “Once you’ve gotten a break down of those rules and a feel for the place, then we’ll begin.”

  She swallowed, almost trembling in nervousness. But not fear.

  “We’ll…?”

  I smiled kindly at her and nodded. “Yes, we’ll have sex. And more—if you’re up for it.”

  She tilted her head to the side curiously. “More?”

  I nodded. “Yes. The rules are important to me and because I have very particular tastes when it comes to the bed. I want you to understand that it’s optional. I’ll take your virginity gladly and leave it at that, but I hope that you might feel adventurous. That you might be willing to try some things with me. Who knows— You might find you like it.”

  “What kinds of things?” she asked in a small voice.

  “Toys,” I offered. It was only the tip of the iceberg, but a decent place to start. “Things that I’ll use on you, and in you.”

  She shivered, but her eyes remained wide and fixed on me.

  I continued. “I’ll tell you to do things and expect you to listen. I like to give commands. I want you to like to listen to them.”

  “Commands? Like what.”

  Deciding to give her a little taste, I kept my face composed as I ordered, “Come here.”

  She was up before I think she even realized it. She came across the table and stood beside me. I could see that her shirt was both shimmery and just a little bit sheer. I could see that her bra beneath had some sort of lacey design and that it wasn’t blue.

  “Yes?” she asked timidly.

  I lifted an eyebrow. “Yes, sir.”

  She flushed and clasped her hands in front of her. “Yes, sir.”

  Yes, I liked that. A lot. I wanted to keep this one. “Lean forward.”

  She leaned until her face was right next to mine. The urge to reach up and fondle her tits was intense, but I reminded myself that we were in public. And I’d have more fun if I waited, anyway. “I’m going to tell you to kiss me, and you’re going to do it. I’m going to tell you to spread your legs, and you’re going to do it. I’m going to tell you to scream – and I’m going to tell you to be silent. And you’re going to do it.”

  I felt her breath sweep across my cheeks. She was panting, almost squirming as I listed the things I was going to have her do – and I hadn’t even gotten to the kinky stuff yet.

  “I’m going to tell you to kneel, Allison,” I whispered to her in a low growling tone. “And I’m going to tell you to open your mouth.”

  I thought I heard the tiniest of whimpers escape her lips, but it was so soft I wondered if I’d imagined it entirely.

  “Give me your hand,” I ordered her.

  She didn’t hesitate. She offered it to me and I took it by the wrist. I pulled it forward and down. She lost her balance a little when I pulled it further, but she braced herself against my chair. I guided her hand to my lap, deliberately pressing it to my crotch. I was aching and this didn’t help.

  “Oh,” she let out.

  “I’m going to order you to take me in your mouth, Allison.” Her eyes went wide. “Will you be able to do that? Or will you accept punishment?”

  She stared at where I had left her palm, pressed flat against my rock-hard erection. I knew she could feel how large I was. Maybe she was trying to figure out if I would fit between those plump lips of hers. Maybe she was imagining how I tasted. Or maybe she was wondering just what it was I meant by punishment.

  It proved to be the last one, though I hoped the others had flitted through her mind at least briefly. “What sort of punishment—sir?”

  I removed her hand from my crotch and smiled at her. “The first one’s easy, but they always get harder the more you disobey. I can’t have you disobeying, you understand?”

  She nodded, but didn’t speak.

  “But you might find that you enjoy the punishment almost as much as you enjoy the orders. Now, straighten up and grab your things. It’s time to go.”

  # # #

  I walked her to her car and pointed toward mine. “Follow me. Drive safely and make sure you wear your seatbelt.”

  She buckled it immediately and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  I smirked at her. She picked up that rule quickly enough. I was hopeful that the others would come just as easily. Allison was the most pliant, naturally submissive woman I’d had the pleasure of meeting. The things I’d told her today hadn’t freaked her out or shocked her in the slightest. And while I hadn’t delved deep into the darkness that lurked in my playroom, I’d given her a taste. And she hadn’t run away screaming. She didn’t seem concerned about my need for control and dominance. In fact, she seemed to welcome it.

  “It’s a relatively short drive unless we hit traffic. I’ll drive reasonably slow and keep an eye on you in the rearview mirror. Just make sure you don’t lose me, but pull over and text me if you do. Do not text me if you’re still driving.”

  She nodded quickly.

  I walked away then to my car and got in. I pulled out slowly, making sure she was trailing behind me. She was. This was my last chance, I acknowledged. A hotel room – which I’d already booked – was a safer place to do this. She wouldn’t know my home address and couldn’t go after me if things went bad. And I wouldn’t have to figure out just how comfortable she was or wasn’t with my playroom if I didn’t have to show her.

  But between my cock and her naturally submissive nature, I knew I was going to take her home. It was a huge risk, but it was one I just couldn’t resist taking.

  Chapter Seven

  Allison

  As I drove, I reflected and the sheer insanity I was embarking upon.

  I hadn’t ever had sex, that much was true, but that didn’t mean I was a complete and total moron. I hadn’t been living under a rock. I’d read those raunchy books that everyone was talking about, the ones with the handcuffs and the blindfolds and the other kinky things. I knew that when Jules started talking about orders and punishments, he was talking about dominance.

  And that should have been a little scary.

  Okay, it was a little scary. Just not as scary as it should have been.

  He was already giving me orders and there was something inside me that wanted to follow them. Something that wanted to hand over the reins and just tell him, “Whatever you want, baby.” It was absolutely ridiculous.

  I was an independent woman. I had been for a long time. I took care of my little sister like she was my own child, and I paid my own bills through hard work.

  And prostitution, a snide voice in the back of my head added unhelpfully.

  I pushed it aside.

  The point was, I could take care of myself. If Bree didn’t need that surgery, we’d have been fine. It wouldn’t have been easy, but we’d have made it work. But no one can expect and uneducated twenty-three-year-old woman to be able to pay for a heart transplant. A nice, normal, middle class family couldn’t be expected to do that.

  And yet, if I were really so independent… What was this part of me that wanted to so easily melt into Jules’s words and let him do whatever he wanted?

  Maybe it was because I was so independent. How long had I spent taking care of someone else? Of growing up way too fast and missing all those fun, experimental years? Maybe that had all led me to this point. That and some desperation for good measure.

  I needed this money. There was no going back now.

  But I don’t want to go back, anyway.

  I couldn’t help that intrigue that lingered in my breast. My hand tingled where he’d touched me – and where he’d had me touch him. He’d felt large beneath my palm. Large and hard. Was that for me? Did he want me that much already?

  The thought sent a thr
ill through my body and I had to struggle to keep my speed moderate as I followed Jules’s car.

  We got screwed a little by the traffic. It was a Friday and while it was still early, everyone was already trying to get the hell out of town. They were starting their weekends early and heading out for mini vacations or to get ready for a night out on the town. I’d always been jealous of them, because when they were going out, I was working. At the diner, all the customers liked to say, “Hey! At least it’s the weekend!” I always smiled and agreed, but realistically, it didn’t make any difference to me. If anything, it told me that I would be busier than hell. I’d have to work my butt off to accommodate everyone else’s weekend.