by Kay Maree
Cash came and sat on the end of the bed, tugging the sheet from her hands to expose her chest. “It means that you are our partner or girlfriend, whatever label you want to put on it.”
“But what about working for you? I can’t afford to not have a job,” she said as her brows pinched together.
“We don’t expect you to have nothing. If you continued to do what you were doing as an employee then we will continue to pay you, if that is what you want. If it were my choice you would live here and allow my brother and I to spoil you and give you everything you need, however, we understand that something like that isn’t an easy decision to make,” Cash explained.
Alaina nodded and sighed, “it wouldn’t be an easy decision for me to make. My family are working class people, I didn’t grow up with everything being handed to me. We always worked for what we had, so for me to just accept you giving me everything, I’m not sure that I would be comfortable with it.”
“That’s fine. How about we continue to pay you, as the relationship matures, then we can later come back to this. There is something that I want to do though. I want to have you work with us a contract,” Cash said.
“A contract?” Alaina questioned; she was envisioning something like the N.D.A she signed when she first started working with the brothers.
“It sounds formal but it’s more a way for us to know where your hard limits are and where we can push a little, for example, you might have a hard limit that you aren’t willing to get a clitoral hood piercing, however, you might be willing to in the future try anal. Then there will be things that you are willing to do, like spankings for example or orgasm control, it is just a way for us to know where your limits lie. The last thing we want is for you to have to use your safe word and this relationship to stop. So, if we have a contract in place, it allows us to know what you are willing to do, and it’s a good way for you to know what we expect of you,” Morrisey explained.
All of that sounded fair to Alaina, although she wasn’t sure that she could ever put anal on her willing to try in the future list. She bit her lip and nodded her head, “okay, I think a contract is a good idea, that would make me feel a lot more comfortable.”
“Good, well why don’t you go and have a shower, while Morrisey and I go and get cleaned up and then we can all sit down and have breakfast. Then later this afternoon we will create the contract together,” Cash said, tapping her ankle and encouraging her to get out of bed.
Alaina climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom; her muscles cried out from being used in ways that they had never been used before.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Once Alaina finished cleaning the kitchen after a breakfast of pancakes, bacon and fruit, she went in search of the brothers. Cash had explained that they were going to the office and would write out their expectations of the contract. Alaina suspected that they already had their part written out. What was going to be in the final contract would be what she wanted to input. The concept made her nervous. She wasn’t someone who had spent any time thinking about sex other than one day in the long distant future. She had never even given the idea of spankings and god forbid anal any thought at all.
Knocking on the door of the office, she felt her nerves start to kick about in her stomach. Alaina bit her lip and waited to hear permission to enter. She really enjoyed what she had witnessed the night before, she had most definitely enjoyed what she had experienced the night before and then again that morning. However, knowing that what happened to her was pretty vanilla in comparison to what the brothers intended made her question whether she was ready for anything like this.
“Come in,” Morrisey called out.
When Alaina went into the room Cash and Morrisey had some papers sitting on the desk in front of them. Glancing down she could see her name at the top and a declaration of some sort. She bit her lip and sucked in a deep breath trying to will herself not to run, but instead to enjoy what it might be.
“Alright, so this is a list of things that we would like from our pet. What we need from you is to go through the list, and really think about it, don’t just cast something off because it seems like it could be out of your comfort zone. Really think whether you would be willing to try. I want you to put a cross next to everything you would flat out refuse, a question mark next to what you might try but aren’t sure you would like and a tick beside everything that you would willingly submit to,” Cash explained, as he handed Alaina the list.
Alaina’s eyes widened when she realized the list didn’t just consist of one page yet many pages. Skimming through what was written, she started to feel even more terrified, when she noticed words like fisting, both vaginally and anally. There was no way she could do something like that. Or could she? Is it something that is pleasurable?
“Why don’t you take it back to your room and read through the list and bring it back to us when you’ve finished?” Morrisey said with a smile.
Alaina nodded her head and took the papers in her shaking hands as she left the room. She sat on her bed looking through the various sexual acts that the brothers would expect of her. Alaina chewed on her lip. Was she really brave enough to be able to do this? As she looked through the list, she questioned each act, spankings, yes, she could do and would happily try, kneeling, well she had no problem with that. Anal she was still on the fence about, butt plugs, was the same. Fisting was a hard no. And what the hell was candle play?
The more she read through the list the more questions she had. Alaina stood from her bed, determined to seek the brothers out again. She knocked on the door to the office and heard Cash respond with what sounded like humor in his voice. When she opened the door, both the Caldwell brothers were looking at her with broad smiles, as if they had expected her to return.
“I have some questions,” she said.
“We thought you might,” Morrisey chuckled.
“Why don’t we go through the list together?” Cash suggested.
Alaina nodded her head and put the pieces of paper on the desk in front of her, Morrisey and Cash looked at the ones that she had already put ticks beside.
“Well you have made a good start, spankings, feather play, blindfolds, orgasm control and vibrators are all fairly tame. I can see that you’ve put a question mark next to Shibari, the Japanese rope work, anal and butt plugs. Yet you’ve put a cross beside fisting, so what are your concerns?” Cash asked.
“I don’t know what candle play is for a start,” she said.
“Ah, well, candle play is using a special wax to pour over the skin, normally the nipples, once the wax dries, it makes the nipples a lot more sensitive to touch,” Morrisey explained.
“And that is something you like doing?” she asked.
Morrisey gave her a wry smile and nodded, “I like everything that is on that list.”
Alaina sighed, “I don’t know how much I’m ready for. I mean, I had sex for the very first-time last night, if we count all the times, I’ve had sex it’s a great big three. I don’t know if I’m ready to explore my sexuality that deeply.”
“We don’t expect you to do everything on the list straight away. Alaina, we aren’t going to expect you to move too quickly, each introduction will be slow and controlled, we would start with the more vanilla things, such as blind folding, feather play, and then we can work our way up to the more extreme.
The main thing about this sort of relationship is trust. We want you to trust us. We want to know that you trust Cash and I with your pleasure, knowing that we will never push you beyond what you are ready for,” Morrisey explained.
“We don’t take our role of master lightly. We know how much faith it takes for a pet to put their trust in us. We know to the outside world this may be even seen as abusive.
However, the last thing we ever want to do is cause you pain, that is not followed by pleasure or to make you feel afraid or uncomfortable around us. This is about you. You are the queen in this situation.
Although you are submissive to us, you rule the relationship. You are the one with the safe word. You are the one that says when enough is enough, you are the one that has the choice of when to end it. Therefore, this contract is so important. We need to make sure that you are completely comfortable enough to trust us,” Cash explained.
When he explained it that way, it made more sense. Suddenly the relationship didn’t seem as overwhelming. She began to feel empowered.
It was true in fact she did hold all the power of the relationship, not the other way around. She did have her safe word, and should she choose to use it, then the brothers would stop the relationship immediately. Emboldened by Cash’s words she gave an assertive nod of her head and sucked in a deep breath.
“Alright, I can do this,” she said as she looked down at the paper in front of her.
“Great, now let’s go through this list and work together to find what you are comfortable with,” Morrisey said with a wicked grin.
He seemed to be enjoying this a lot. Alaina giggled and shook her head, taking the list and starting to read through. She continued to ask about various acts on the list and the brothers continued to explain to her what was involved. She was still a hard no when it came to fisting, well anally at least. The more they explained, the more she decided that maybe she would give the vaginal fisting a go, in the future, a very far and distant future.
“I think I’d like to try everything once, however, if I don’t like something, I will let you know,” she said once they had finished going through the list.
“That’s all we will ever ask of you sweetheart,” Cash said with a smile as he leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.
Morrisey’s eyes played with happiness. And so, began her new life.
The end… For Now, …
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Sammy King was born in 1976 in Melbourne Victoria, to a beautiful couple Dot and John.
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You hurt me, more than I deserved, and that’s because I loved you more than you deserved.
PROLOGUE
AIDAN
Our very favourite handsome bachelor is officially off the market, and we have the latest scoop. Businessman Aidan Northman, of Northman Enterprises, is set to marry fashion designer Sasha Brays, and Co-Op Magazine has the details of their engagement.
“This is total bullshit Wayne,” I groaned, throwing the newspaper down on the desk. “I go out for a dinner with her and her manager, and this is the thanks I get?” I barked.
“I have our legal department fixing the problem as we speak. From what I’ve heard this report has come from her PR team, and we’re now in talks with them to establish why they fabricated the story,” Wayne replied.
“I want a retraction printed as soon as possible, and if I have to I’ll go into crisis talks with her people to have this problem sorted out - now,” I groaned. Damn women were causing me all sorts of fucking trouble lately.
“Fuck me,” Wayne remarked, “women are cunning,” he added.
Tell me about it, Britney had been a cunning little vixen, however I should have known from the beginning that she was only in it for the sex.
“They can be as cunning as ever in the bedroom, but as for forcing my hand into marriage, or trying to scoop some great publicity, they can take a flying leap. I will not have this woman take me down Wayne. I intend to be single and playing the field for a very long time. Fuck!” I stated.
He laughed shaking his head. “Well, here’s to your playboy life,” he smirked. “Here’s hoping it’s one full of women who are freaky in the bedroom,” Wayne joked.
CHAPTER ONE
AIDAN
They say that all publicity is good publicity. In this case, publicity was giving me the shits. One woman’s ambition to become more popular and further her fashion line, had taken us a little over a week, and several talks with Bray’s people, to sort out the fucked-up mess she had put us in. My company was now in the process of fixing a deal with Bray to sort out the situation privately, however I was sure she would stall. It was strange how people went running scared at the thought of being sued, but it seemed to fix problems quickly and it was the only way to fix this shit.
I hated confrontation in the workplace; I liked to deal with things quickly, efficiently and without any hiccups. The majority of the time it worked, but occasionally you would hit a bump and have to sort things out in a different way.
“Mr Northman?” a sweet, meek voice called to me.
“Good afternoon, Lenah,” I said, looking up at her with a smile.
Lenah headed the PR department with Wayne, but he tended to float between many of the departments, keeping them in working order. What I’d do without him I don’t know, but then I don’t know what I’d do without any of my staff, Lenah included. She did wonders for the company by keeping my work life separate from my private life.
Here at work I was Mr Northman, the artefact dealer, but in my private life I was Aidan, the playboy.
“What can I do for you, Lenah?” I asked.
“Nothing much, sir. I have a few papers for you to sign before I hand them to the legal team so they can sort out the rest of this Bray mess,” she commented, handing me a pile of documents. I was more than happy to see the end of this issue, and was looking forward to having a little fun this weekend to blow off the whole thing.
“Got plans for the weekend, Lenah?” I asked, signing on the many lines marked with fluoro-coloured sticky labels before handing them back.
“Girl’s night out with some friends…what about yourself?” she queried.
“No plans yet, but now that this is sorted I will be a much happier man,” I stated.
“Well, enjoy the weekend Mr Northman,” she said with a smile, exiting my office.
London, on any given night was beautiful and interesting, and you could easily find something to do in this city. It never ceased to amaze people with its beauty and liveliness. I had been born and raised here with my sister Cora, who had lately become
a royal pain in my arse with her partying ways. She was fresh out of university and taking a gap year before starting a career in journalism. I wished her all the best, but mother and father certainly had me watching her as they were worried she’d go off the rails.
I tried to remind them that gap years were almost a rite of passage for our generation, and we didn’t just jump into marriage and kid’s right after Uni.
Nevertheless, I had graduated a little over four years ago and started Northman Enterprises with a staff of three, deciding that becoming a self-made millionaire, or billionaire as I was now, was a more fulfilling career choice then swigging back booze and living on my parent couch like some forty-year-old virginal git.
Northman Enterprises, or Artefacts as some called us, dealt in antiques and precious artefacts from some of the biggest finds around the world. We ran charity events and helped local and global museums set up displays and exhibits that showcased items which we either owned or acquired on loan from other dealers.
I had always wanted to be an archaeologist and had a keen interest in primordial history, majoring in anthropology and ancient history at University with top grades.
After I graduated, I joined a dig in Morocco searching for anything and everything. The experience was amazing, not to mention the excitement and emotions of finding some of the oldest pieces in the world; things which made you appreciate how history was shaped. It didn’t take me long to decide that actual digging wasn’t for me, but I loved the idea of preserving the items I’d dug up and displaying them for others to experience. Starting the company was my way of helping. After three years in the business we had gained quiet a reputation, and I had been able to bring exhibits to some of the world’s biggest museums.
