“Don’t go through it now,” he says. “But in short, it’s a contract.”
“A contract? Like, you want me to work for you?”
“Not exactly.” The man chuckles. “You’ll see the details when you go over it later, I’m sure. But I can tell you the premise. You become my submissive, available to me twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week ... whenever I choose to play with you.”
His words are crazy, but I’d be lying if I said that they didn’t turn me on.
“And what do I get?” I ask. I’m already panting and I clench my hands, digging my fingernails into my palms to keep from turning into a sopping mess in front of him.
“Ten million dollars. To fund AngelDate, or whatever else you want to use it for,” the man says.
I inhale sharply, so quickly that it hurts my chest.
“Are you kidding?” I ask, squinting at the man. “Why on earth would you do this? You know what kind of ass you could buy for that money? Why me, of all people?”
For the first time since I’ve let him into my apartment, the man smiles.
“Because,” he says. “You are the only woman who, well, shall I say, satisfies me.”
“I find that hard to believe,” I say. All I did was what you told me to do, I think. It’s not exactly hard to find a woman who would do that.
He shrugs. “I don’t get to decide who arouses me,” he says. “Now, anyway. It used to be easy. Until I met you.”
I blink at him, still confused. In a way, it seems like he’s warring with his own desires, like he’s almost angry with me for turning him on as much as he claims.
Our eyes lock and desire races through my body. As I lean forward to kiss him, he stops me with a firm hand against my chest.
“Not until you’ve read the contract and agreed to it,” he says. “I can’t touch you.”
I still don’t understand and my heart is racing with desire and confusion. When the man gets to his feet, I almost cry out. I’m so frustrated, so horny – all I want him to do is take me in his arms and kiss me and make me tremble once again.
“Read it,” the man says. His blue eyes are glowing with hot lust, and I nod without even realizing it.
“Okay,” I say softly. I lick my lips and clutch the paperwork tightly.
The man makes his way to the door. With his hand on the knob, he turns back to face me.
“You’ll know me only as Logan,” he says in a low growl. “Does that satisfy you?”
Not even slightly, I think, already knowing that I won’t be satisfied until I learn everything about this man, Logan, and his dark desires.
But I’m clearly not in control here – what other choice do I have?
“For now,” I say reluctantly.
And just like that, without so much as a kiss or a hug goodbye, he’s gone.
After Logan – and now, I can’t stop wondering what his last name is – leaves, I sit on the couch and stare at the contract. Is he kidding around?
He’d have to be, for ten million dollars, I think as I press my lips together and get up, pacing around the room like a nervous cat. Suddenly, my life has turned so weird and surreal that I’m not quite sure what to do about it. It was one thing to have hot, kinky sex with a stranger in semi-public spaces.
But a contract to have more sex?
Thinking about it sends a shiver down my spine ... and I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t curious, or at least intrigued. On top of that, I’m incredibly horny and frustrated. Given the intense chemistry between Logan and me, the fact that he was able to just come here and drop off a bunch of paperwork like he’s my boss or something ...
Well, it’s making my head spin.
In the end, I go to bed with a huge glass of red wine and the contract beside me. I sit on my laptop, typing away furiously at suggestions for my new AngelDate programmers, all the while wondering just how much progress I’ll be able to make with an additional ten million dollars, while the contract seemingly burns and smokes next to me in bed.
I fall asleep without looking at it.
In the morning, I wake up and stretch. What a weird dream, I think to myself. That hot guy showed up and gave me a contract, how fucking wild is that? My head is foggy and thumping from the red wine, and when I open my eyes, I do a double-take at the side of the paperwork next to me in bed, like a sleeping lover.
Fuck, it was no dream.
This is really happening.
I get up and go into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. For some reason, the longer I leave the contract, the more intrigued and almost frightened it makes me. After a brief shower, I pull on my robe and pour myself a third cup of coffee. My slight hangover is starting to wear off, and I force myself to sit down at the kitchen table with the contract in hand. Taking a deep breath, I open to the first page.
CONTRACT FOR A. AMANO, SUBMISSIVE TO LOGAN X
I can’t help blinking at the first page. The wording is so professional and yet so lewd. Logan X, who is this guy? Is he famous?
Should I have heard of him?
Biting my lip, I begin flipping through the pages.
RULES FOR A. AMANO (HEREFORE REFERRED TO AS ‘THE SUB’):
THE SUB WILL NOT CONTACT LOGAN X.
DURING A SESSION WITH LOGAN X, THE SUB WILL AGREE TO USE OF A SAFE WORD.
THE SUB WILL DISCLOSE THE IDENTITY OF LOGAN X TO NO ONE, OR ELSE THE CONTRACT WILL BE TERMINATED AND THE SUB SHALL RETURN TEN MILLION DOLLARS PLUS FIVE PERCENT INTEREST.
As my eyes scan further down the page, my jaw drops. Some of this stuff is just wild: apparently, I’m not allowed to tell anyone about Logan, or at least use his name. I’m not allowed to drink more than three alcoholic drinks in one sitting, and if I do drink, I have to have food.
I have to keep a burner cell phone turned on at all times, in case Logan X wishes to contact me.
I have to be open to anything Logan X suggests, but I’m encouraged to give him a list of my soft and hard limits.
Logan X also wants a detailed description of my sexual history, including what age I lost my virginity and how many people I’ve slept with. He wants me to pass an STD panel and prove that I’m on hormonal birth control.
He wants me to go through a checklist of sex toys that he wants to use on me and mark them with a number indicating how excited I am.
By the time I’m finished reading through the contract, my head is spinning. The first thing I want to do is Caro and gush to her about this crazy, weird, kinky guy and the ten million dollars that he’s promised to AngelDate.
Doing so, though, would just start things off on the wrong foot. Given how specific the contract is, I almost feel that I’d be well within my rights to consult a lawyer of my own and have them go through it.
I don’t do that, though. Somehow, reading through the document and having to look up things that I’ve never even heard of before (Figging? Pony play? Clit torture?) has made me so horny that I’m sweating. My clit is throbbing in my panties and I’m tempted to slip my hand inside my panties and play with myself, all while thinking about Logan X and the things he’s going to do to me.
And I would, too.
Except for rule 11.
THE SUB WILL NOT MASTURBATE, EXCEPT FOR UNDER THE ORDER OF LOGAN X.
Fuck.
Chapter 10
Logan
A long, hard, span of two days pass before I see Alyssa again. After so long of thinking of her as “the blonde” or even “my blonde”, knowing her name is both strange and rewarding. It fits her – Alyssa, the blonde with the sparkling blue eyes and pale, trim body.
I hope that she’s come to tell me that she’s no longer my blonde, but my sub.
She comes to my hotel suite, thankfully at a moment when Peter is out.
“So,” Alyssa begins, meeting my eyes in a completely un-submissive way that nevertheless manages to turn me on. “I read through this.”
“Yes?” I ask.
Alyssa nods. She lowers her chin, ey
es to the floor, and I feel my cock stiffen and throb with the first pangs of lust.
“And?” I continue.
Alyssa swallows hard. She’s trembling slightly. Wearing jeans and a loose shirt, she looks sexy and casual, but I somehow sense the outfit was chosen with great care.
“May I come in?” Alyssa asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I grin.
“Yes,” I tell her solemnly. “Of course.”
I escort Alyssa into my hotel suite, show her around, and suggest that she sit down. She doesn’t choose the bed but rather lowers herself into a chair and clears her throat.
“I’ve read over the contract and I signed it,” Alyssa says. She fishes in her bag and hands me the paperwork – the edges are dog-eared and slightly curled, as if she’s been looking over it for two months rather than two days.
Her words alone are enough to fill me with a powerful lust. She’s not meeting my eyes, and I can’t tell how much she wants it: does she want me, or does she want the ten million dollars that I promised her?
I shouldn’t be thinking about that: I should just be happy that she’s signed it, and I shouldn’t give a fuck whether or not she wants me.
Already, I can feel myself slipping into dangerous territory with Alyssa – already, I can feel myself wanting her for more than just contract sex, for more than just playing.
That’s why I took as many steps to safeguard the contract as possible. No meetings for anything other than sex, no phone calls or texts for anything other than sexting, and most importantly, no nights together.
Alyssa has to have seen that if she was as thorough as I think she was, so it must not be a problem for her.
“Are you ready?” I ask her.
Alyssa lifts her eyes to mine for a second and nods, then lowers her gaze back down to the floor. Her submissive nature sends an electric thrill through my body – this woman is going to let me do anything and everything to her, and I can’t wait.
Stepping closer, I lower my voice to a velvet whisper.
“I’m going to train you so thoroughly, so well, that you’ll be ready for anything,” I tell her as I run a hand down her face, stroking her soft cheek with my thumb. Alyssa sucks in a sharp breath.
“Stand up.”
She complies and I walk around her, admiring the curve of her ass under her jeans. Alyssa trembles as I run my hands down her body, cupping and squeezing her through the fabric. But I’m not going to waste time on this – I want her naked, and I tell her to put her arms over her head. She does, and immediately I pull her shirt off and discard it. I unclasp her bra and pull it away from her naked chest. Her pink nipples are stiff and hard and I fight the urge to drop to my knees and suckle and lick them. Alyssa’s trembling as I unzip her jeans and tug them down her hips, followed by her thin panties, until she’s completely naked save for a silver bracelet around one wrist.
“Are you ready?”
Alyssa gives me a brief nod. “Yes, Sir,” she says softly, not meeting my eyes.
I can feel the beast inside of me growing with each passing second and I grab my suitcase full of playthings and rummage through until I find the black silk blindfold. It slips over Alyssa’s blonde head and she’s visibly shaking as I tighten it, making it impossible for her to see anything other than an endless ocean of black.
Then, I pull out the black leather collar and leash. I fasten the collar around Alyssa’s neck – snugly, but not too tight – and gently tug on the lease. She stumbles, one foot tripping over the other, but doesn’t fall. I lead her over to the bed and tug on the leash.
“Get on the bed. On all fours,” I order her.
Alyssa complies, reaching out cautiously with one arm to make sure she doesn’t fall off. She’s covered in goosebumps and I grin at the sight of her nipples growing harder than ever before. She spreads her legs slightly, balancing on her hands and knees, and I swallow hard, panting as I admire the sight of this woman, ready to let me do anything to her.
“I’m tempted to keep you like this,” I murmur silkily before running a hand down her bare back and cupping one cheek of her ass. Alyssa moans softly, low in her throat, as I run my hand down her bare thigh before smacking her hard. The stinging spank makes a delicious sound in the air and my cock throbs with want as I caress her softly.
Now that I have Alyssa to myself, in my suite, I can do anything I want. I leave her for a moment as I rummage through the bag and pull out one of my favorite toys – a cold steel butt plug, and a bottle of lube. I squeeze a few drops of lube on my fingers and run my hand between her legs, massaging the lips of her pussy until Alyssa moans and shakes her ass. I should be disciplining her, telling her not to make a sound, but she’s clearly so filled with lust that the sight is something I can’t resist. I slide a finger inside her pussy and wriggle it around, then withdraw and move my hand close to the puckered little bud of her pretty asshole. Alyssa gasps as my thumb gently massages the tight skin.
When I take my hand away, Alyssa lets out a delicious little gasp from the back of her throat. Grinning, I put the cold, wet metal head of the plug against the inside of her thigh and tease her by drawing it in a slow circle. Alyssa cries out as the cold plug inches closer to her ass. When I reach her clenched little bud, I pause. Alyssa tenses and stiffens as I began to press the cold metal tip of the plug against her asshole. With my other hand, I move to her clit and flick it, rubbing my thumb in circles around her hard little nub before sliding the metal plug into her ass.
Alyssa strains and gasps, moving her body towards my hand rubbing her clit. She doesn’t fight the plug and a powerful wave of lust washes over my body as I watch the shiny metal disappear into her most secret hole. When it’s in, Alyssa moans and squirms.
I lean close and brush her hair away from her ear, licking her neck.
“How does that feel, little girl?” I growl into her ear.
Alyssa’s response is another strangled moan.
“So full,” she breathes, panting hard and arching her back. I move away from her and reach into my bag, bringing out the black leather riding crop that has served me so well over the years. With a hard flick, I spank her ass with it and Alyssa cries out. I continue cropping her, giving her hard little bites all over her ass. She’s writhing and twisting and clearly loving it, shoving her ass in the direction of the crop like a perfect little slut, so ready to please me.
“You’re doing very well,” I murmur, withdrawing the crop and tossing it to the floor. Her ass is bright red and warm to the touch after being cropped, and I run my hand over her tender flesh before squeezing and spanking her once again. As much as I want to wait, to keep teasing her, I can’t. My cock and balls are aching with lust and with trembling hands, I strip off my pants and shirt and get behind her on the bed, staring down at the metal plug sticking out of her ass.
I grab Alyssa’s hips and pull her towards me. Instinctively, she arches her back, exposing her pussy lips. She’s wet and dripping and swollen for me and knowing that she’s getting off on everything I’ve done to her only makes it more satisfying. My cock is throbbing and pulsing, so hard that I feel like I’m about to come, and when I plunge inside of her pussy, Alyssa cries out with a piercing shriek. As always, her pussy fits my dick like a tight, perfect glove and I gasp as I clench handfuls of her ass and drive in as hard as I can. I can feel the plug in her ass through the thin membrane of her pussy walls and it drives me crazy as I begin thrusting in and out of her tight little cunt.
“You feel so fucking good, you perfect little girl,” I growl as I fuck her harder. “You took that plug in your ass like a champ, I’m so proud of you.”
Alyssa moans and whimpers, getting down on her elbows and thrusting her ass higher into the air. I drive into her pussy faster, fucking her hard with long strokes that make her cry out every time my balls slap against her soft nether lips. Reaching forward, I grab the leash dangling down between her breasts and pull hard, pulling her head back and arching her back to an
impossible angle. Alyssa lets out a strangled cry of pleasure, moaning my name and rubbing her ass against me.
In a matter of seconds, I can feel myself about to explode. With my free hand, I reach around Alyssa’s body and find her clit, rubbing it furiously with my thumb as my cock fucks her faster and faster. She lets out a scream of pleasure, then her whole body shudders and I feel her pussy clenching my cock in fast, hard pulses. The motion sets me off and I grunt and groan, burying my hard dick inside of her as I begin to gush and explode.
It’s easily the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had, and when it’s over, Alyssa collapses on the bed, still panting. She doesn’t move to push aside the blindfold or take off the collar, but merely lies there, gasping for breath. She’s red and sweaty in the face and I’ve never seen her more beautiful than right now, with her legs splayed, just a hint of the metal plug twinkling between the round cheeks of her ass.
I catch my breath and leave her there while I go into the bathroom and splash my face with cold water. My heart is still thumping hard in my chest but my breathing is slowly returning to normal, and when I go back into the bedroom I see Alyssa splayed out on the bed in the same position in which I left her. She looks so vulnerable, so soft, with her ass still red from my crop and her body still trembling from the powerful orgasm that ripped through her.
I sit down on the bed and pull her into my arms, releasing her from the collar around her neck and the blindfold around her eyes. When Alyssa’s blue eyes meet mine, I have to stifle the powerful, protective urge that comes over me.
Leaning down, I kiss her lips then pull away.
“Go into the bathroom and clean up,” I tell her as I run my finger down her face.
Alyssa gets up, whimpering slightly, and goes into the bathroom. She shuts the door behind her and I hear the sound of the shower come on. When she emerges, her blonde hair is damp and she’s smiling shyly. She looks so beautiful, so innocent, that I have to stop myself from pulling her into my arms and holding her tight.
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