Dirty Money

by Michelle Love

  I knew the slap hurt. I was getting more and more angry with each passing moment and thought that sprang into my head with what they’d do to my little naïve girl.

  I leaned over her body to whisper, harshly in her ear. “Are you comfortable with a woman fucking you or vice versa, Tori?”

  “No, Master,” she said, and her lips began to quiver.

  But I didn’t let that stop me. “But you are okay with other men sticking their old, wrinkled cocks into your pussy. Their saggy balls will hit your ass as they fuck you into oblivion. And you’ll cum all over their old dicks, and they’ll make you suck them off afterward to clean them from your juices.”

  “Yellow!” she cried our safe word out. “Yellow! Chase!”

  I’d gone too far. I knew I was heading that way and I quickly turned off the vibrator that was lying uselessly on the bed beside her. Untying the blindfold, I sat her up and untied her hands. Then she abruptly jumped up and ran to the bathroom where I heard her throwing up.

  I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what the fuck kind of monster I’d become.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  TORI

  All I could do was cry as I stood in the hot shower, letting the water run over me. I had no idea how to get myself out of the contract. I had no idea why Chase was treating me the way he was, either.

  He wasn’t telling me he loved me or wanted me in any other way than the damn lease agreement. Was I not supposed to worry about money?

  Chase seemed to be mad but wouldn’t admit to it. And I was lost as to what to do. The fact he wasn’t even bothering to come into the unlocked bathroom and talk to me and see what was wrong with me was a huge red flag.

  I was his fucking leased piece of ass, and that’s all I was to him. He may have been a bit jealous that other men would be fucking me once this was over, but he wasn’t in love with me. I was right to take the damn job!

  As the water ran over me, my mind went to a place I hadn’t let it go. I was a prostitute. A high dollar one but that’s all I was. I was a smart woman in law school, and I was using my body, illegally.

  I’d sold my innocence. My gift, as some might call it. And I thought I’d accidentally stumbled on giving it to a man who might actually love me. And I knew I loved him.

  Sure, I didn’t love him the night he brought me home and deflowered me. But it grew, silently, but it grew. And I thought it had for him too. But it couldn’t have been real love or his ass would’ve been in that bathroom, asking me what was wrong.

  He could’ve said he was jealous and sorry and I’d have forgiven him on the spot. Instead, he was ignoring my pain. Such an asshole kind of thing to do!

  Mad, I got out of the shower, dried my body and my tears and stormed into the bedroom. That’s when I found he was no longer in the room that was mine when I first came but later became out playroom. “Coward!” I shouted at the top of my lungs.

  I waited to see if he’d barge through the door and engage in the argument I was trying desperately to start. But he didn’t come, and I climbed under the blankets of the bed, that I’d not slept in after the first couple of nights as his leased whore, and cried some more.

  He didn’t love me. I was a fool in more ways than one. I might get to feel his touch for the next week but that’d be it. Then I’d have to move out of the beautiful estate I’d grown to love. I’d have to go back to my tiny bedroom in the tiny apartment I shared with Penny. And worst of all, I’d have to go to work as a waitress slash whore for the men in the High Council.

  Sobbing my heart out, I found myself losing conciseness, thankfully.

  I felt a chill as the blankets were pulled back and Chase slipped into the bed. It was dark, night had fallen as I’d slept. “Hey, mind if we talk a minute?”

  Rubbing my eyes, I mumbled, “I guess.” I was sleepy and hoped what he wanted to talk about didn’t send me into another crying jag.

  He took a lock of my hair and twirled it around his finger. “Cool. Do you like me, Tori?”

  I nodded and looked into his eyes, wondering what he was getting at. “Can I ask you the same question?”

  His smile was sweet as it moved over his plump lips. “Yeah, I like you too. Do you think you could accept my apology for what I did to you earlier? That wasn’t cool in the least, and I’m sorrier than I can even explain.”

  I turned over and put my arm over my eyes as they burned from so much crying. “I was hurt, Chase.”

  He pulled me back to look at him as he stroked my cheek. “I know. I was being an ass. I was jealous and hurt too, Tori.”

  “I don’t know what to do. You see, I need to make money. I’m in student loan debt up to my eyeballs. I don’t talk to you about it because it’s not a thing a leased chic is supposed to do. I need a new car like nobody’s business too. And rent and other bills are ever present in my life. The thirty grand this gig is getting me will put a major dent in my debt. And thanks for that. But the bills never stop piling up. And, as you know, I’m only about to get into my second year of college. I’ve got tons left to do. That means more student loans, more rent, and bills and I’ll need more money.”

  “So, selling your body is a thing you’re comfortable with because of what I did to you?” he asked me as his eyes glistened with what I thought were unshed tears.

  His pain was obvious. He was sorry about what he’d done all the way around. And it made an uncomfortable pain in my heart. I ran my hand through his hair to comfort him. “Chase, look, you didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t agree to. I made my decisions. About the new job, Darla told me I could take the job offered or nothing at all. There wasn’t even a chance of you leasing me any longer. Not with the High Council specifically asking for me.”

  “They want your innocence, Tori. You’ve been used only once. They want that. I’ve already gone into greater detail than you needed about what they do to women. Do you think you can stay the great person you are and do that job?”

  I shook my head. “No.” I knew it would take more from me than I wanted to give. But I didn’t know where, on the planet, I’d ever make that kind of money.

  “I took the liberty of writing up a Master/Slave contract for us. I dated it for last week. If you’ll sign it, I think I can use it to get you out of this shit with the S.S. What do you think about that?” he asked me.

  I bolted upright with excitement. But then it hit me that I still didn’t know where I stood with Chase. “That sounds amazing. Is the Slave contract binding?”

  He shook his head. “You know I don’t really want that with you. I do want you, though. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want you to live here with me and I’ll give you an internship at my law office. And I’ll take care of your college bills from now on. No matter what might happen between us in the future, I got your back, baby.”

  I hugged him and kissed him and couldn’t believe my luck. “What do you think will happen with the High Council, Chase?”

  “I’m not sure. I’m going to go in there tomorrow, ranting and raving that you and I had a contract and I demand it to be respected. But there may be some repercussions. The High Council members are big on punishment. Do you think you can handle anything they do or make me do?”

  “I’ll handle it. To get out of the contract and into your life, for real, I can take anything. I’m in, baby!”

  It looked like things might work out but there might be hell to pay first!

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  TORI

  “Master Mason you want to spank me?”

  “Yes, Tori, I do. Stand and brace yourself with the chair.”

  I was kneeling for him with my white robe on. “Yes, Master.”

  I stood and went to the chair that was only a few feet away from us. The men of the council watched us closely. Chase walked around me, taking a short whip from the wall that held many objects they used to punish with.

  His roaring voice, as he treated me like a slave, had me trembling. “You’ve been exceptionall
y unworthy of me, lately. Accepting a position that would have you fucking other men when you belong to me and only me is almost inexcusable, Slave. Do you understand why you’re being punished here today, in front of these fine men who are the High Council for the S.S. A club I belong to, and you used to work for?”

  “Yes, Master.” I bit my lip and kept my eyes down. I was about to be punished by him. In front of others. All for my idiocy at signing the damn contract in the first place that put me in the predicament that only a formal show of punishment by Chase would get me out of.

  Thank God, he was able to find a loophole that allowed for that to happen and get me out of being the sexual toy for the men of the High Council. But I was about to feel the sting of a whip on my flesh. Not a thing I was crazy about.

  But I was prepared to take the punishment so all that could be over and done with and Chase and I could move on. And the oddest sensations were running through me as two of the men came and relieved me of my robe, the only thing I had on, per their rules.

  Naked, I stood, holding the back of a high-backed, wooden chair. The men then tethered my hands to the top rail of the chair. I couldn’t move my hands and was helpless.

  The punishment for such an action of a slave against her master was five lashes. Which I told Chase I was prepared to take to get out of the contract and into his life as a normal girlfriend.

  “This woman and I had a signed Master-Slave contract,” Chase stated. “She went without my knowledge and signed a contract that I had not allowed. With the administration of this punishment, the contract she signed for S.S. is null and void as the Master-Slave contract takes precedence since it was signed and dated five days before the S.S. contract.”

  “Noted and approved, with the punishment you both agreed to,” the head of the council stated.

  Chase came around in front of me. “Eyes down, Slave!”

  “Yes, Master,” I said as I quickly looked down.

  “From this time forward, are you prepared to do as I say? You must never step through the door of any S.S. function again as long as you are my slave. Do you agree to this?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  As he moved around behind me, he said, “With each strike, I want you to follow it with the words, I’m sorry, Master. Do you agree to this?”

  “Yes, Master.” I braced myself for the first strike and was surprised to feel heat flooding my lower regions. I was turned on, however unbelievable that was. I was really turned on.

  His whip cracked over my ass, making me moan as he shouted, “You left my home without my permission!”

  “I’m sorry, Master.” The sting was amazing. Hot and I could already feel my ass pulsing.

  He shouted, “You entered into a sexual deal without my consent!” The whip cracked over my ass again, and I felt so turned on as my flesh burned. It didn’t make any sense.

  “I’m sorry, Master.”

  “You signed a binding contract that would’ve had other men fuck what’s mine!” The whip cracked once again, and I cried out in pain with that one.

  "Ahh… I’m sorry, Master.” I tear ran down my cheek and the throbbing in my ass moved up into my abdomen.

  “You hurt me, Slave,” he said as his voice cracked and I knew it was because he was sorry to be hurting me the way he was. But the whip still found my red and whelped ass again.

  I cried out even louder with the terrible pain, “Ahhh. I’m sorry, Master! Ohhh…” I was bawling then. Crying like a child. From the pain of my beaten body and the pain in my heart. I knew better than to sign that fucking contract and I did it anyway. All because I didn’t know where I stood with Chase.

  And that was a damn sorry excuse for what I did to not only myself but us. I’d signed away my pussy again. Even though I knew I loved Chase. It was a punishable offense, and with that realization, I was free.

  When his voice came again, I knew he was crying as he didn’t shout but said in a quiet voice, “I love you, and it will kill me if you ever hurt me like this again.” The whip cracked across my ass for the last time. And I was completely filled with pain.

  “I am sorry, Master,” I said as I sobbed.

  My knees gave out, and I nearly fell to the floor, but Chase was there, quickly catching me, holding me up as a couple of men untethered my hands.

  He picked me up and cradled me in his strong arms then he kissed me and whispered, “I love you, Tori.”

  I whispered back, “I love you, Chase.”

  Someone had laid out a white, polar bear skin rug on the floor. Chase laid me back on it then stood up and unbuckled his belt and undid his slacks that fell in a heal around his ankles. He used the black cloak he wore to shield us from the men who watched us, seeing ever part of the sexual act we were about to do.

  It was part of the process. The punishment and the taking of the slave to prove there were no hard feelings for what had to be done.

  I spread my legs for him and held out my arms as he came to me, covering my body with his as his erect cock pushed into my very wet canal. I sighed as he entered me. Glad to have his weight on me, letting me know we would be okay.

  He pressed his lips onto mine as his cock moved in and out and he pressed his fingers into my ass, grabbing it firmly. It was numb from the strikes, it didn’t hurt at all. But I knew it would later.

  "Ah, ah, ah," I moaned in pleasure.

  He moaned as well, then pulled his mouth off mine as he said, “Ah, fuck Slave, I can’t get enough of you. Ah, oh, yeah!”

  His cock went into me deeply with each hard thrust as he looked into my eyes and we fucked like that on the floor as others watched. I turned my head to the side and saw the men as they sat in the overstuffed, red velvet covered chairs. More than one of them had their hands on their dicks. A couple had their cloaks pulled over to hide the fact they were jacking off as they watched us.

  Chase nudged my cheek as he whispered, “Let them see how beautiful you are when I make you cum, Slave.”

  “Yes, Master,” I moaned as I arched up to meet his hard thrusts.

  “Cum Slave. I demand it,” he commanded me as he pushed deeper inside me.

  I was immediately overtaken by the wave of pleasure. “Yes, Master, I’m cumming. Only for you. I am only for you.”

  He pressed into me harder and faster, as he kept up the hard strokes that were sending me into oblivion as he made sure I was thoroughly fucked in front of the council.

  Chase moaned as he too found his release. Then he stilled as a shadow fell over us, and one of the men asked, “Master Mason, might I have a taste of her juices? Nothing more than that. No penetration.”

  Our eyes caught and held for the longest of moments. Another man wanted to taste what was only Chase’s to taste. Now what would we have to endure?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHASE

  Pulling Tori up with me as I stood up, I glared at the old man who dared to ask such an insulting thing of me. “How dare you!” I shouted at him as I pulled up my slacks and secured them.

  Charles Peterson was not alone in asking for a taste of Tori. Three other men stood behind him, supposedly waiting for their turn at her. Which would be over my dead body!

  Tori cowered behind me as I stared down the men of power. Charles looked me square in the eyes as he said, “You will allow us a taste of the girl or you will forfeit your membership with this club.”

  “Considerate it forfeited then.” I looked past him to the others who were lusting after my woman. “None of you nor anyone else will touch what’s mine. This woman is mine. Her heart, body, and soul belong to me. And I would give up everything for her.”

  The words flowed out of my mouth without me knowing they would. I spoke only the truth at that moment, and Tori’s fingers curled around my arm as she held tightly to me.

  “Thank you, Chase,” she whispered.

  Taking off my cloak, I covered her naked body with it and led her away from the men who leered at her. I was taking her out of that l
ife for good. And leaving it behind me as well.

  I didn’t need it any longer. I wasn’t afraid of love anymore. My heart was full and I was happy.

  We passed the office where Darla was standing at the door. Her lips were quirked up into a crooked smile. “So, you two are out then?”

  I gave her a nod as Tori said, “We’re out, Darla. The only thing I’d like to thank this place for, is finding Chase for me. Other than that, you all can go to hell for what you do.”

  Stifling a laugh, I led Tori all the way out of the club, to my waiting car. Sliding into the back seat, I ran my arm around her and kissed the side of her head. “That’s done, baby. No more of that shit in our lives.”

  Tori rested her hand on my leg as she looked up at me. “Thank you, Chase. Really. If it hadn’t been for you…”

  I kissed her sweet lips to stop her from saying any more. “I’m here for you, baby. For as long as you’ll have me, I am here.”

  We held hands as we rode back to the estate she and I had started it all at. We found ourselves living together for many years. It was one year to the day after walking away from that secret club, that Tori became my wife and we lived happily ever after.

  The End

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