“You’ll have times when you won’t be hauling our brood around, princess.”
As I pull out of the drive and head out to the restaurant, I pull out the envelope and hand it to her. “What’s this?”
“Open it,” I say.
She does and pulls out the contract she signed a month and a half ago. When she unfolds it, she sees the word, ‘void’ stamped in red across the first page. She flips through the stack to find that word on every page.
“What does this mean, Chris? Is this car a going away present? I mean, we might be pregnant. Are you going to dump me even if I’m pregnant?”
“Dump you?” I ask as I grin at her. “I’ve just nullified the contract is all.”
“So, I’m no longer safe,” she says. “I have nothing to hold you to your word about taking care of a baby and me.”
“We don’t even know if you’re pregnant. Calm down.”
When tears trail down her cheeks, I see my plan has backfired. “No need to cry, Quinn. Really.”
I pull into the valet service at the restaurant but find her blithering away and change my mind about taking her in there. “Where’re you going now?” she asks as she bawls.
“Somewhere else. I think you’re kind of a wreck. Just sit back and relax.”
As fast as I can safely go, I take her to San Diego and pull up in an empty parking lot. It’s not your typical place as what I got her isn’t typical. Getting out of the car, I see the wind’s dried her tears, but she seems a bit off as I help her out of the car.
She doesn’t say a word as I take her to a door and knock three times. “You okay?” I ask her.
She merely nods and looks down at the ground. She’s not okay. But she will be.
A man opens the door and asks, “Martin?”
“I am. Do you have it?”
“I do,” he says then gestures for us to come inside. Reaching into his top desk drawer, he pulls out a brilliant, electric blue, small box. “Here you go. I got your online payment already. Good luck, buddy.”
With a nod, I thank the man then take Quinn and go back out to the car. Before I let her get back in, I take her hand and get down on one knee. “I was going to do this differently, but frankly, I can’t stand to see you upset. So, here it goes.” I open the box that has an antique ring from the sixteenth century, a dragon’s head with a sapphire eye is the crowning glory of the magnificent piece that’s nearly priceless.
Her eyes begin to sparkle as she looks at the ring. “Chris?”
“Shh, be quiet and let me talk,” I say as I take the ring out of the box. “I never planned on this. I never planned on falling in love with you. This was once worn by an ancient princess in Scotland. And now I want my princess to wear it and become my wife. Would you accept this reclusive grouch as your husband, Quinn Cantrell?”
Her hands cover her mouth as tears fill her eyes and she nods then extends her hand. I slip the ring on, and she cries out, “Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!”
I stand up and cup her chin. “I love you, Quinn.”
“I love you too, Chris.”
Our mouths collide with a warm kiss that’s wet with both our tears. I never thought this would happen for me. Not in a million years!
When our mouths part, she looks at me. All she can manage is a soft whisper, “Chris, I took a test this morning. You’re going to be a daddy.”
My knees go weak and I have to grab the car to hold myself up. “No!”
“Yes!” she says as she begins to clap and jump up and down. “We did it! We made a baby!”
And just like that, I got my birthday wish on the same day my dreams of making Quinn my wife, came true. A luckier man there’s never been!
The End
LEASED
A BDSM Billionaire Romance
By Michelle Love
I knew what I wanted. A virgin submissive to play with for a month or maybe a little longer.
Tori Caster was young, hot, and sexy. If that wasn’t enough, she was itching to play sub to my dom and I was itching to test her limits.
From the first night, she showed me how eager she was to please me in every way possible.
Every waking moment was filled with thoughts about what I could do to get her to screech my name as she writhed in sweet agony as I pounded her flesh with mine.
When she stole a piece of me, I never saw it coming…
It had never occurred to me that one day my job at the secret BDSM club would have me being leased out by a hot millionaire. But I was in debt and game to try anything.
It didn’t hurt that the first man who leased me, Chase Mason, was a prestigious lawyer to boot.
He knew how to play my body better than I knew was possible. All I could think about was what he’d do to me next that would have my body on fire and me begging him for more.
My naïve mind soon landed my ass in some major hot water, that only Chase could figure out how to save me from drowning in.
But could he ever find love for a woman who leased her body to pay her bills?
CHAPTER ONE
CHASE
A harsh wind blew outside as I closed the lawbook I’d been reading in preparation for Monday’s criminal case. A Mr. Bergeron was being accused of fraud.
But it was Friday, I had major plans, and it was time to put the books away. I had to clear my mind and get ready for the Secret Society shindig I was heading to after work.
I’d placed an order with the club. A woman would be mine for a month. To start with!
I’d made a lease agreement for a virgin, submissive, not a cheap thing to get. She’d be mine to control, tease, and have my way with. I’d never had a virgin before, I thought it might be interesting.
I’d been clear on my preferences too. Brown hair, medium height, medium build, willing to be submissive to me, pleasured by me, punished, if necessary, by me.
It was the obedience that turned me on. The need to be in control of someone, sexually. It was just what I needed. Something to distract me from work.
I would wear the blue cloak that night. That meant I would just be a watcher. I’d be taking my woman back home with me. One would wear red if they wanted to participate in the night’s activities.
The colored cloak system ensured that everyone was respected and allowed their freedom to do as they please in such a high-profile Secret Society. There were no masks, no anonymity.
Everyone who was anyone went there. Celebrities, politicians, lawyers, CEO’s, and Wall Street billionaires. If you were rich or famous, then you were in. No one was stupid enough to blab about it to anyone.
It was owned by men who held undeniable power. Power over everything. The government, the media, the trading floor on Wall Street.
I had nothing to do with what the High Council did. As long as I paid for my membership, I was covered. They could have me in or out of jail, or waive laws so that men like me remained untouched. They could arrange anything. Fake passports, illegal drug deals, tabloid stories to make you famous, anything at all. As long as the council had a cut of it all, then they would have your back.
There were scientists, doctors, judges, lawyers like me and cops, who belonged to the group and we all helped one another out. It was better to be a part of the Secret Society than not to be.
My position as a lawyer with the Mason and Son Law Firm wasn’t a thing I needed the Secret Society’s help with. My father had left it to me when cancer had taken hold.
With my work and the inheritance, I gained after Father died, I moved into a new tax bracket, that of a billionaire. I had ten associates working for me in criminal law. I made so much money, I didn’t know what else to do with it.
Not one to want to settle down, I used a lot of my money on high-class escorts, but this time I wanted it to last longer than a weekend. I could lease one woman for one month then extend the deal. As long as I paid, the Secret Society, also known as the SS, they wouldn’t mind at all. They loved money. Membership was fifty grand a month, and the or
der to lease a woman for a month was another fifty grand. That was chump change for me. I could fund it for years. If I wanted to.
The intercom buzzed, then my assistant said, “Excuse me, sir, it’s time to leave if you want to be there by eight.”
“Thank you. Tell Paul, I’m coming down now.”
I loved having a driver to take me around. I wasn’t good at organizing myself, and Paul was hired just for that very reason. I was always on time with him to keep me on the right track.
As I exited the building, I saw my car waiting at the end of the long sidewalk. The Mercedes-Benz looked beautiful, shimmering black in the outside light. As I slid into the back seat, I closed my eyes and thought about what my girl would look like. I mean, I’d laid out the basics of what I wanted, but there’re are so many variations on them!
I arrived at eight and was happy to see Mike and Chad. Mike was a lawyer too. Chad was the CEO of Sandy Industries, a cosmetics company.
“Hey, Chase,” Mike called out in greeting.
Chad followed suit, “Hi, Chase.”
Quick handshakes as we walked up the blue carpet that led into the building most wouldn’t have a clue housed such secrets, had us exchanging formalities. “Hi guys, you’re wearing red tonight. Looks like it should be an entertaining evening.”
We went to a table to get a good view of the women who were in the central pit below all of us. The whole arrangement was perfect. The mood, the lighting, the topless waitresses. Everything was set up with only men in mind. Powerful men with powerful needs normal women didn’t seem to understand.
They only served the best and most expensive things. No expense was ever spared. Everything was grade A. The food, the wine, the women!
I expected that night to go perfectly. And when a breathtaking, topless waitress, clad only in a shimmering silver, short skirt, asked me what I’d like to drink, I said, “Iced tea.”
“A whiskey sour for me, sweet cheeks,” Mike ordered.
“Ditto,” Chad added.
With a curt nod that made her high ponytail bob around her round face, she said, “Thanks, guys. I hope you enjoy your night. I’ll be right back with your drinks.”
I wondered when I’d get the woman I’d leased. My place was set up for her. I had it all figured out. The paddles, whips, cuffs, and sex swings, along with a large bed, had been delivered and set up in my apartment. I couldn’t wait to get her!
The lights made the women, who paraded around the pit, appear to be gold and sparkling as they walked and smiled, holding their numbers above their heads.
A voice boomed over the speaker system as the Master of ceremonies greeted us, “Welcome members. Tonight will be spectacular! A treat for the senses. As you feast on a tantalizing meal, the women will show off their skills in the pit, and you can choose one for yourself, or you can ask your hostess to bring you one of their choice. Your hostesses will come around so you all can fill out your preference cards before dessert is served. All lease orders that have been placed recently will be available in the waiting room after dessert. Your hostess will come for you when your woman is ready. Enjoy the evening men.”
After dessert, I would collect the woman I’d leased. I’d be in control, for once. I knew it’d be just what I needed to help me unwind from the stress of my position that had been thrust upon me just as I lost the only family I’d ever had.
Grinning at me like a madman, Chad asked, “You’ve placed an order, haven’t you?”
“What makes you ask that?”
With a laugh, he said, “The blue cloak. You’re not here to play, you’re here to watch or pick up and take it to go.”
Mike punched me, playfully in the arm. “Chase, what’d you order? Not that submissive bullshit I hope.”
“Bullshit?” I asked as I punched him back. “I wouldn’t call it bullshit. I’d call it, not having to listen to crap to get what I need. I ordered up a virgin sub for the next month.”
Chad grinned at me. “A virgin, really? I mean that’s cool and all, but I can’t imagine having a woman around for that long.”
Dinner and dessert went by in a blur as my mind was filled with thoughts about the woman I’d get. When our hostess came to me, my body went tense. “Tori Caster will be in your care for the next month.”
I signed the form she placed on the table in front me with a shaking hand. “So, her name’s Tori?”
“It is, and she’ll have to be dropped off here when the lease is up,” the hostess told me. “Now, if you’ll come with me, I’ll take you to her.”
The guys gave me thumbs up as I left their company to go and get my woman. I can’t recall ever being more nervous than I was at that moment.
CHAPTER TWO
TORI
I’d had a good day. The summer holidays were great when you could lounge around all day and just work nights. But I was destined to have something happen, I could feel it as the phone rang that Saturday afternoon.
One short message was relayed by a high female voice, “Tori, you need to come to SS, right away.”
“K,” I said then hung up. I wasn’t due to be there until nine that night but they must’ve needed more help for some reason, or so I thought.
I knew something was going to happen. My star sign had predicted it, and they always were spot on, for me anyway. As an Aquarius, I’m down to earth, caring and very grounded. I was destined for a meeting that week, according to the astrologist, Katarina. Her newspaper daily horoscopes were always perfect.
I drove my old, shitty Audi to the SS club. Maybe Darla was going to let me do the longer shift or maybe help with costumes or something. I’d only started last month when my roommate, Penny, asked me if I’d be interested in working in a great place, and it paid really well. A grand for an eight-hour shift!
I knew I would be touched and fondled as a waitress. But the tips were sublime. Penny had warned me about it all. But for a grand a shift I didn’t mind. My rent was paid, my tuition was being paid off, and if I could get some more shifts, then I could replace my shit box of a car.
The drive was only fifteen minutes. I had a security card which I swiped to open the gate. It was an authentic mansion of a place, once you got past the warehouse façade that kept it secret.
I’d been lucky to be recruited by Penny. She had worked her way into costume design from being a waitress, and she loved it. She worked six days a week and had nearly paid for a year of college.
I didn’t mind being called in early. Usually, it meant that you’d been noticed. When Penny got called in last summer, she had been promoted.
I walked into the back entrance where there was a hive of activity going on. The costume area was full of designers and sewing machines whirring.
To the right was the office where I would see Darla. She was in charge of employment. From the chefs and waitresses to the high-class escorts and specialty prostitutes. It was madness to think just how she did it all.
I knocked on the door and waited. When she came out to get me herself, I was a bit surprised. “Hello, Tori isn’t it. I’m shit with names, sorry. That’s right isn’t it?"
I shook her hand as she met me at her office door. “Yes, yes, it’s Tori.”
Gesturing for me to follow her, she said, “Great, come in and have a seat. I’m afraid it’s a bit of a madhouse at the moment with everything. We have the Feast Show next Friday.” She took her seat behind her desk, and I took one on the opposite side. “So, tell me more about you. I think from memory you’re going to college and are on summer break. What’s your major again?”
“I’m studying law. I’m going into my second year. I live in a small apartment close to campus, and I love working here.”
She smiles at me and pulls her glasses down. “Stand up sweetie. Let me take a look at you.”
Shorts and a t-shirt were all I went to work in. They dressed us in what they wanted us in. My dark hair was pulled up and I had no makeup on as they did that there too. I had no idea what t
he inspection was about. I turned around as I said, “You know I’m not yet at my very best since you tell us to come in with a clean face and hair and leave the rest to your beauty experts.”
“Sit,” she said. “Mmm, I want to give you an assignment. The pay is thirty grand. But you’ll have to get your nails done and some blonde streaks to highlight your hair. I’ll need you here on Friday by nine-thirty.”
My mouth flew wide open. I hoped it wasn’t too noticeable that I couldn’t shut it. I managed to swallow. “Thirty grand? For one month?”
“Yes, sweetie. That’s just to start. If you make a good impression, then it’ll be that much every month. The member wants a medium height, medium build, submissive. The kinky stuff, but no blood, or anything nasty like that. Oh, yeah and no unwanted pain. He’s leased a woman for a month’s period. I think you’ll work out great for him.”
I swallow because I can’t believe what she’s told me. “A prostitute? He wants me to be his whore?”
Darla placed her glasses back up on her face as she read the contract in front of her. “I don’t like to use the word, whore. You will provide a service for him if you accept this contract. You’re the best fit for his needs. You have until Friday to familiarize yourself with being a submissive. You’ve seen Fifty Shades...the movie, haven’t you?”
“Um, about a year ago. But will he… I mean will he want to have sex with me?”
“Yes, and he will be your Dom. Think Geisha girl and that fifty shades movie, too. It’ll definitely be fun.”
Okay, the woman apparently hadn’t seen that movie or read the books because she had no clue how that shit went down!
I look at Darla as she looks over the contract. “Yes, let me see. It states he wants a submissive with a medium build, medium height, virginity intact for Chase Mason.” She pulled her glasses down and eyed me. “You are still a virgin as it states on your application, aren’t you?”
My ears pricked with the man’s name as I answered, “I am. And are you talking about the Chase Mason? The hot shot lawyer? The sexiest lawyer in the city!”
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