by Vivian Ward
Her lips part as she looks up at me and her mouth opens, but then she closes it as her eyes land back on the papers. “Like I said, I’ll have to look these over, Colton. I can’t just sign anything.”
“Fair enough,” I say, raising my hands in the air. “If you want to discuss anything on the forms, let me know. I’ll answer any questions you might have.”
“Okay,” she murmurs as she begins to try to make her way out of the office.
Holding the door shut, I block her exit. “Wait. I want you to take this seriously, and you cannot show them to anyone. Do you understand?"
She nods, "Yes, I've got it."
"These papers, well, the second one, could destroy me."
"Colton, you don't have to worry about it. I'll look them over and I'll sign them if and when I'm ready."
"Deal," I say as I open the door for her and she slips out into the hallway.
Straightening my clothes, I allow myself a few moments to exit so that we don't overlap downstairs in the club while she goes back downstairs to retrieve her things.
I hope everything she said was the truth. I've never been the trusting type, but Ally's different. There's this sincerity, a good girl vibe, that I get from her. And, if I'm being honest, I would probably believe anything she told me even if it were a lie because I want her that badly.
After several minutes have passed, I allow myself to go back down to the club just before it's closing time. Most of the members are gone, except for some couples in the private rooms. Needing some time alone, I go sit in the voyeur room and replay the image of Ally watching the couples having sex.
Maybe she didn't see me with Scarlet and her husband. If she did, I would imagine that she would've said something but she didn't.
Perhaps it's a good thing that she didn't witness any of it because what I plan on doing to her is much, much worse than a brutal face fucking. If what happened between Scarlet and me would've scared her, there's no doubt in my mind that she would never sign my NDA.
Thinking back on it, I probably should have at least made her sign the NDA about working in the club but when I'm around that woman, any blood that's in my brain ceases to exist because it all pulls into the wrong head.
My only hope is that she'll read things over and sign it, but nothing's ever that easy with a woman, is it?
Chapter 14
Ally
Grabbing my coat and purse from behind the bar, I make a quick exit from the club and walk through the biting cold that threatens to chill me to the bone. The temperature hasn't been above 24 degrees Fahrenheit all month long. Actually, I think that was a high last week. Otherwise, it's been hovering in the low teens.
Digging for my keys, I head straight home with the heater on high as I try to defrost my legs. The minute I walk into my apartment, I lock the door behind me and sift through the mail. I think the only way I'll ever feel my feet again is if I submerge them into steaming hot water and let them soak. At the very least, I'll burn off any nerve endings that are no longer working so that my legs and feet can feel again.
While I put my things away and begin to draw my bath, I decide to text him because I want to know more about this NDA and exactly why he feels that we need one.
Me: Tell me again why I need to sign this NDA?
Within minutes, he’s ringing my phone.
“Hello?” I answer.
“I just saw your text message come through, so I thought I’d call you.”
He must be in his office because I don’t hear any of the background noise from the club. I silently wonder if he’s trying to put his desk back together since we messed it all up.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that. You could’ve just texted. I was curious and—,” he cuts me off.
“I never put anything in writing. Do you know what I do, Ally? What I like to do to pretty little girls like you?”
I don’t answer, and just listen to his breathing as it becomes heavier by the second.
“I like to choke girls like you, Ally. I like to do it until you pass out, and then fuck your limp little body until I’m finished with it.” My eyes widen at his confession. “And when I’m not choking you, I like to tie little girls like you up and do unspeakable acts to them. Bruise them. Punish them,” he growls.
My throat locks up, rendering me speechless. I’m not even sure how to reply to that. How is it possible that this is even the same man that I had sex with not even an hour ago? How was he able to control himself so well? He’s like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
“Any other questions?” he asks.
I swallow and close my eyes, trying to get the words right. “So you want me to sign this NDA to give you permission to do those things to me, and not be able to tell anyone?”
“More or less,” he replies.
After a brief moment of silence, I realize that he’s not going to say another word or explain things to me, and I have nothing to add to the conversation.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll read through things and get back to you.”
Before my bath is completely drawn, I grab my pajamas and the documents that Colton gave me so I can read them over while I soak in the tub. I wanted to start reading them right then and there as we stood in his office, but I was afraid of what the second NDA might say. I already read the one from the club and have no intention of signing it, but this second one? I can only imagine what type of agreement is drawn up on it.
Jenna was partially right about Colton. He wasn't too rough with me in his office, but the signs were all there. His rough, possessiveness demeanor, and his attempt to choke me, the way he continuously kept balling his fists to keep his hands from doing things that they shouldn't. Yep, I saw it all, but I wasn't scared of him.
Okay, maybe a little. After hearing what she said and seeing him struggle to keep himself under control, my mind wandered to what he might be like if he couldn't keep his shit together. After hearing his gruff voice explain it over the phone, I could hear how badly he wants those things.
Pouring myself a healthy glass of Barefoot Moscato, I finally allow myself to sink into the hot water. The swirling steam threatens to open every pore on my body, but I don't care. I love the heat and the pain that it causes.
Sipping on my wine, I begin to examine the new NDA that Colton gave me. As I'm reading it, I have to stop and keep going back to re-read it just to make sure that I understand what it's saying.
All parties are legally and morally bound in said contract. I understand that this is a lawfully entered agreement between Colton Kaswell and myself. Both parties agree that this contract is not to be sold, shared, or discussed with other third parties unless it is to an attorney at law for accusations of sexual misconduct, gross abuse or negligence, or for legal guidance.
I hereby give consent to Colton Kaswell to treat my personal body as his property. He may use it as he sees fit, with good intent, and promises to ensure my safety at all times. I also understand that in extreme and rare circumstances he may seek medical attention for me if certain situations arise that are out of his control. Furthermore, I hereby release him of all liability.
Both parties consent to full blood testing to ensure the safety of each other’s health.
By initialing this paragraph, I further agree that I give my consent to agree to partake in all or some of the following consensual acts:
✓Sexual kissing and fondling
✓Oral Copulation (to and from both parties)
✓Sexual Intercourse (including but not limited to vaginal, anal, and oral)
✓Choking, spanking, candle wax, and use of toys and other devices.
In the space below, please list any sexual acts that either party are unwilling to consent: (very small box)
I declare that I am neither under the influence of medication, drugs or alcohol, nor am I being forced to sign this document against my will.
At this time, I do not intend to change my mind, but if I do, I will use the safe word "CHICKEN" to cea
se all sexual activity and my partner agrees to stop IMMEDIATELY.
Chicken? Really?
I burst into laughter as the steam continues swirling around me. He’s so dark and sinister, yet uses the safe word chicken. Taking another sip of my wine, I laugh again and practice saying the word chicken.
"Chicken!" I yell, laughing. "Bawk, bawk, bawk. Chicken!"
Still laughing, I shake my head and swallow the rest of the light yellow liquid in one gulp before I set the NDA beside the tub and quickly wash off before bed. Clearly, the wine has relaxed me quite a bit because I don’t think I’d be laughing much without it right now; not after the conversation that we had.
Climbing beneath the blankets, I shake my head at the crazy night that this has turned out to be. It went from me trying to sneak into work and hiding from Colton, to ending up in the voyeur room watching people having sex, to screwing my (amazingly hot) boss on his desk and ending up with—not one, but two—NDA’s to sign.
Truth be told, I don’t know if I can sign either one of them. If I sign the regular one, I may as well kiss my journalism career goodbye. If I sign the second one, I’m basically agreeing to be Colton’s sex slave and allow him to do anything he wants to my body—which may or may not be a bad thing.
But Jenna’s words are on repeat through my head: “bruises that don’t let you forget what he did for days,” and “he’s not easy or gentle when he’s fucking someone. Anal or not, he doesn’t care. He takes things to a whole new level.Or he chokes you so much that you pass out, but he doesn’t stop fucking until he is finished."
I don’t know if I can do those things. Sure, every girl likes good and hard—every once in a while—but he’s a complete sadist. Girls like me shouldn’t be with guys like him, but I’m drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The only difference is the moth controls whether or not it’ll get burned. I’ll be at Colton’s complete mercy.
Lying in bed, I hear the occasional car pass, but no matter what I do, I can’t stop thinking about Colton Fucking Kaswell. His kisses were exhilarating, his touch was invigorating, and his dick was downright intoxicating.
And his words! My God, his words. His breathless explanation of the things he wants to do to me. It was so fucking hot.
Thinking back to how he had my legs spread wide open on his desk as the devil himself ripped through me, making me come multiple times, I can’t help but reach for my Rabbit that I keep in my nightstand.
Flicking it on, the rotating beads begin to swirl and I allow it to enter me. I don’t need any lube because thinking about Colton has me so fucking turned on that my toy slides right in. The swirling beads begin to massage me, and I close my eyes, imagining how he felt inside me.
Slowly pulling it back and forth as I enjoy the sensation of the twisting beads, I turn on the vibration and put the clit massager to work. The soft humming sound fills my quiet bedroom and I picture Colton again. I can imagine him lying next to me, using his hands to work my Rabbit, bringing me pleasure just like he did in his office.
Reaching up with my free hand, I slide it under my pajama shirt and feel my slightly hardened nipple. Using the tips of my fingers, I grasp it, pinching and pulling until it’s fully erect.
Oh, it feels so fucking good.
Needing more stimulation, I kick the vibrator up a notch and increase the rotation of the beads inside the shaft. My pussy is being worked double-time, but my greedy ass still needs more. Chewing on my bottom lip, I cup my breast and begin squeezing it with my free hand and continue working my Rabbit faster and faster.
Still needing more, I begin shoving it deeper inside of me, increasing the speed as I deliver another hard thrust, over and over, pushing the clitoris stimulator as close to my skin as it will go as it vibrates away.
A low, dull build-up begins deep inside me and I can feel myself on the verge of climaxing. Faster and harder, I put my Rabbit to work as I imagine how hard and fast Colton fucked me on his expensive mahogany desk.
A wave of pleasure erupts and I begin coming. I can feel myself contracting, clenching onto the Rabbit as I continue working it, never allowing it to slow down or stop until I’m completely finished.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore. My clitoris becomes too sensitive and I can’t take it any longer. I have to immediately kill the vibrating sensation between my legs because if I don’t, I’m going to get ultra-sensitive.
Too tired to get up and clean my toy right away, I set it upright on my nightstand to be cleaned in the morning as I drift off into peaceful sleep, thinking about what I should do with that NDA. To sign or not to sign, that is the question.
Chapter 15
Colton
Distracted from work all day, the only thing I can think about is Ally and how I mounted her on top of my desk at the club. She’s not the first girl I’ve had on that desk, but she’s the only one I can think about.
I’m a bit disappointed that she has the next two days off. I was hoping that she would sign the NDA on the spot, but she’s smarter than I thought; though, I appreciate her taking the time to read over everything. Brooke and Valerie never gave it a second thought. They just initialed and signed; no questions asked.
Her schedule just happened to line up perfectly with the way my part-time girls overlap. It’s the way Angela set up the schedule so that she would always get a solid two days off, and I don’t blame her but it sucks that Ally won’t be there.
Valentine’s Day happens to fall on Ally’s day back to work, which I am very grateful for because I wouldn’t be able to manage without her that eveniing. The last thing I want to do is divert her attention during that time, so I’m steering clear of the club until later that night.
Finishing up at my regular office, I sign off on the last of the housing documents that the realtor has been on my ass about and ask my secretary, Nancy, to fax them back over so that the new tenants can take occupancy of their new homes.
“Good night, Mr. Kaswell,” she calls to me as I get on the elevator. “Have a good night.”
“You, too, Nancy,” I return the gesture. “Have a good night.”
I was going to try to avoid the club while she’s off, but I need to make sure that things run smoothly. Being there will just make me think of Ally and how the last time we were there, we had sex in my office.
God, I used so much constraint not choking her or slapping her the way I wanted to, but without her signature on those papers, there’s no way I could do those things to her. Not until I had her written consent because one thing that my father taught me was to always make sure your ass is covered. I’ve learned that lesson the hard way over the years.
I almost didn’t give a damn that her signature was missing as I was thrusting in and out of her. The only thing that kept made me keep my cool was that I didn’t want to scare her away. She’s a journalist, so her instinct is probably to always get the story on everyone and everything, and there’s no telling what she might have heard about me while she’d been doing her homework. With the way rumors have been floating around about me and the club, I wouldn’t doubt if that’s how she got wind of the fact that I own a place like that and conjured up her own idea of how to find out more.
But I was good. I didn’t lay a single, rough hand on her. I made sure my touch was neutral or gentle: two things I never thought would describe my sex, but sex with Ally was different. It was more satisfying and more fulfilling than any other sex I’ve had, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to try.
When I pulled down her leather jumpsuit, it took all my might not to spank her ass and leave a few bruises behind. As my hand pressed against her throat, it took everything I had not to begin choking her. When her legs were wrapped around my waist, I stopped myself from ripping her hair out.
She makes me want to do bad things to her.
Weaving in and out of the downtown traffic, I pull into my designated parking space on our private lot and find that Tyler’s car is parked in the spot next to mine. I’m glad t
o have his company, but I wonder why he’s here.
Sounding the alarm on my car, the chirp is barely audible among the long lines of traffic that circle the block. I make the short walk in the arctic air until I reach the club and head inside. The warm air welcomes me the minute I step out of the cold, and I embrace it. The lounge isn’t that busy, but I know the club downstairs will be based on the number of cars in our private parking lot.
I make a quick stop by my office to drop off my coat and gloves before heading down to the basement. The moment I swipe my card and open the door, I can hear laughing and talking among the moderate music.
Making a slow descent to the club, I spot Tyler sitting at the bar. He’s having a drink as he flirts with the one of the part-time bartenders.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder.
“Nothing much,” he says, taking a drink of his Bourbon. “Just thought I’d come and enjoy the scene. How about you?” He says, patting the seat beside him.
Taking him up on his offer, I sit next to him and nod for my usual drink. Rachel, one of the part-timer’s brings it to me and makes herself scarce.
“Same,” I say, taking a sip of my Scotch. I’ve always preferred it over Bourbon. I guess it’s just one thing that makes Tyler and I different. “I haven’t seen you here in a while,” I talk over the noise that’s making it impossible to hear me.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy,” he says, his eyes glued to a little brunette who’s shaking her ass everywhere. I can’t say I blame him though; she’s exactly his type. She’s very short, has the tiniest waist you can imagine, and long, brown hair. It’s the exact kind of girl that Tyler goes for, but not me.
“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer,” I tease.
“Shut up,” he waves me away. “I’m just having a good time.” Turning his gaze back to me, he says, “I actually came here because I wanted to talk to you.”
