Just as I was about to give up hope, I saw her. Asia Jones was her name, and she looked like an angel. And she had to be smart too. She was in college at Rutgers, majoring in statistics. A little boring but she had to be damn smart to want to do that.
I ran my fingertips over her pink cheek on the computer screen. Her hair hung in a silky sheet of black hair that looked as it if went to her waist it was so long. Her bangs were long, framing her beautiful face. Almond shaped eyes with doe-like brown irises looked peaceful as thick dark lashes surrounded them. Her skin was the color of coffee with a lot of cream in it. Her lips were pink and just the right amount of plump. High cheekbones made her look just a touch on the exotic side. She was a real beauty.
She was the one!
But there was her list to get through. She allowed spanking, different types of sensory deprivation was a thing she would do. Bondage would be okay with her. Those were all I really cared about.
My cell rang, and I saw my mother was calling. “Hi, Mom.”
“Jett, I can’t wait to meet her. You two are still together, right?”
“We sure are. And boy are you going to be surprised.” I smiled at Asia’s picture. Mom would adore her.
“I want to know her name. I need to make place settings.” Her way of getting it out of me, but it wasn’t going to work.
“You can put Mrs. Jett Simmons on her name card. She’ll get a kick out of that, I bet.” Would Asia get a kick out of being called Mrs. Simmons? Would she like being called my wife?
“Oh, my! Are you really going to marry her before you get here, Jett?” Mom was on a level I’d never heard before. Excitement, mixed with high octane adrenaline filled her voice.
“I am, Mom. I’m going to do it.” If Asia would agree to be mine.
I would have to make sure the pot was sweet enough to get her to jump right in with both feet. I’d bought a house in a ritzy suburb outside of New York. I’d let her have it if she played nicely with me.
“I wish you’d get married here, son. Your father and I’d love to be with you on your special day. Please tell me you’ll think about it.” Her whimpering was tearing at my heartstrings.
But there would be no real wedding for her to attend. “Sorry, Mom. Asia wants it to be just the two of us. She’s shy. You understand, don’t you?”
“Shy?” She seemed confuses. “Who’s so shy they don’t want a proper wedding?”
“Already finding fault with my beloved, Mother?” I used my stern tone with her. I didn’t want her to bother Asia with her silly notions of what was proper and what wasn’t.
I chuckled at how I was already thinking in terms that the woman on the computer screen would soon be with me, playing the part of my wife. While really she’d be my sub.
I’d never made a woman be something she wasn’t before. It was new to me, and I was pretty sure it’d be new to Asia too. Would she mind it? Should I tell her about the fake marriage up front?
I thought that might be better left until after the contract was signed. I could word it in such a way she’d have no choice. That’s what I’d do!
“Goodness, no. If she’s shy, that’s fine. I’ll give her time to get to know me. She and I will be best friends!”
My mother and sub, best friends!
I had to chuckle again. “I’m sure you will.”
“You sound so happy, Jett. She makes you happy, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, she does.” I ran my fingers over the screen and wished it was her I was touching. “She’s lovely, Mother. The kind of girl you’ve always wanted for me. Smart, beautiful, and down to Earth. I can’t wait for you guys to meet her.”
I knew I was asking for a miracle that Asia could be all those things. But I wanted it all to be true. I wanted her to be the woman I thought would be perfect for me.
It was the oddest thing when I looked at that picture. I could see her in a way I’d never seen anyone. It was if I had seen her before. Like maybe in my dreams. She seemed so familiar, so right.
“I’m so happy. I’ll let you go. I’ve got place cards to order with my daughter-in-law’s name on them. Love you.”
“Love you, Mom.”
I put the cell down and scrolled down to read more about the woman who was intriguing me so. She was a little thing at 5 feet 3 inches. Her hometown was Queens. Her hobbies were hiking, which I liked too and row boating, which I hadn’t done, but thought it sounded cool.
Looking at what she was wearing, I liked her style. A crisp white shirt with a lace collar looked cute on her. She was demure, yet captivating. She’d make a great mom. I could see her putting kids on a bus or driving them to school, shouting I love you as they walked away from her. She’d smile and get back into the car, looking like a little doll who was all mine.
Then it hit me that I was thinking like a fool. I was pretending she could be what I really wanted. She’d be my sub. She’d do as I told her to, pretend to be my wife and anything else I said.
I didn’t know why I was being so ridiculous. It was as if her picture alone stirred something inside me. But I knew she’d be like all the other subs I’d had. She was there to make money, I was sure. She wasn’t they type to be there because she actually wanted to be there.
I’d had two subs who needed money, and that’s why the came to the Dungeon. Women who did it because they wanted to were much better to work with. They enjoyed it when I spoke sternly to them. Ruled them with an iron fist. Asia needed money, I was certain of that.
But she’d look the part, and if she wanted my money, she’d act it too!
I scrolled down some more, and the words that popped up made my cock thump.
My little Asia was a virgin!
Asia
The message light was blinking on my laptop as I opened it. The Dungeon of Decorum had an app I’d downloaded onto the desktop. I was sure it was a message from the woman named Isabel who I spoke with. She made the arrangements for my physical examination and sent me a message when the results were sent to her. I was sexually healthy, physically healthy, and the doc confirmed my birth control method of the pill and had given me six more months of them.
She told me, she’d send me a message as soon as my profile went up on the website. That’s what I thought I’d find when I opened the app. And there was one message from her and one from a man named Jett Simmons.
Did I have my first nibble?
I opened hers, and it was just as I expected, a welcome letter. Then I opened the one from the Dom who was interested in me. My heart was pounding just as hard as if I was about to meet him in person.
The message was short and to the point. I like the looks of your profile. Let’s talk.
I typed back that I’d love to talk to him and I’d also love to have his profile since he’d seen mine. The reply was instantaneous. And I was looking at his handsome face as my jaw hung open. There may have been a tad bit of spittle hanging from my lower lip as I was salivating like a Saint Bernard over the man.
His hair was shoulder length, chocolate brown with golden tones and highlights that hung in luscious waves. His skin was tanned, and his features were chiseled. His description said he was 6’3” and he was built like a beast. The black suit he wore hugged his biceps, making them stand out. Sea green eyes surrounded by dark lashes looked daunting, commanding. He looked like a Dom. His kinks were bondage, minor impact play such as spanking and paddling, sensory deprivations such as blindfolds, complete darkness, music so loud you can’t hear yourself think, and fantasy play.
He didn’t sound bad at all. And I had to admit that I found him extremely attractive. I could be his sub. But for how long would he want me? And more importantly, what would he pay?
Another message popped up. It was his phone number. I just thought my heart was pounding when I looked at his message, now it was almost exploding out of my chest. He wanted me to call him!
My fingers were shaking as I called the number. “Asia?”
“Jett?”
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“Hi. I’m glad you called. I’m not a message back and forth type of man,” his voice was deep, smooth, and it relaxed me right away.
“Me neither. I prefer to speak my words, rather than write them.” I took a deep breath to further calm my nerves.
“Do you mind telling me what you need the money for, Asia?”
“College. I’ve never had trouble with any of my classes before. I was given a full scholarship to Rutgers. But a couple of classes have kicked my tail-end this year. I failed them, and it ended the free ride I was given. With one more year to go, I need money, or I’ll be forced to quit school.”
“That’s a reasonable reason to need money. Will you be available for the months of June, July, and August?”
“Yes, sir.” My stomach was gurgling as I thought we were getting close to making a commitment to one another.
“That’s excellent. Would you like to hear my offer, Asia?”
“Yes, sir.”
He cleared his throat. “My offer is 300,000 dollars, plus a brand new Mercedes, the color will be your choice. There will be some jewelry I’ll expect you to wear at all times. You’ll get to keep it at the end of the contract. You can sell it or keep it, whichever you prefer. If you’re very good, there will be the bonus of the house I’ve purchased in the Sterling Ridge area of Harrison, New York.”
I was on the edge of my seat with all he had offered. Who could offer me any more than all of that?
And he was handsome. Yes, he looked a bit demanding, but what should one expect out of a Dom?
In the vein of it all sounding too good to be true, I had to ask, “Is that a normal amount a man pays for a temporary sub?”
“It’s a bit on the high side. It’s the highest I’ve ever paid for a sub, but I think your special, mainly for the virginity part. I need a nice young woman, and your innocence pleases me immensely. You’re gorgeous in an Earthy way and will do for what I need. As long as you realize I’m a strict Dom, then things should be fine between us. But I need an answer soon.”
I had to ask just one more thing, “Will you be gentle when you take my virginity?”
His reply was quick, “Of course.” It settled my nerves even more.
My profile had barely been published, and I’d already gotten an offer that was above and beyond any I could’ve dreamt of. And the man was devastatingly handsome to boot!
“It seems you and I are both in a hurry. And I am impressed with your offer. I do believe I can be what you need, sir.”
The way his breath filled my ear through the phone, sent a shiver down my spine and heat through the rest of me. “My God, your voice does something to me, Asia. And your manner pleases me already.”
“I must admit the sound of your voice comforts me. I was worried about doing this, but I feel you’ll do right by me.” Getting out of the chair at my small desk, I spun around as glee filled me.
“You can trust me, Asia. The main thing I want is your respect and your obedience. It’s not that hard to please me. Do as I say at all times, be at my beck and call, and above all, be who I want you to be.”
I could be the sugar plum fairy for the man for all he was going to give me. Mom and Dad would have nothing to worry about, I could take care of them and me too!
Then it hit me. How would I explain my sudden wealth to them? The house and car would be hard to explain. The money could be hidden in my bank account.
I shrugged it off. I’d deal with that when it came time to. They didn’t have to know the deal I was making to get us all out of our financial woes.
“May I ask you where we’ll be all summer, sir?”
“In the New York area at the home, I told you about. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. It’s fantastic, actually. My parents will want to know where I am. Not that I’m a child and have to answer to them. But it’s a common courtesy to let them know where I am. You do understand, don’t you, sir?”
“I do. As long as you understand, you are mine for the duration of the contract. You can only go see them if I allow it.”
The thought was daunting. I was put off for a moment. I couldn’t go see my own parents if I wanted to. And for three whole months?
“Would that be a thing you’d allow, sir?”
“Most likely.”
His answer was short and to the point. He was a man of few words, it seemed. Not much on explaining himself about anything. But wasn’t that what Joy told me about her Dom?
He hadn’t let her in entirely. Maybe that was one of the main traits of men who wanted what they did. Whatever it was, I didn’t love that aspect of him.
But not everything he did would please me, just like anyone else. And not all I did would please him. Or would it?
I would have to make sure it would, or I might not get the entire amount. And my lack of sexual knowledge might bore him.
“Mr. Simmons, are you sure my virginity isn’t a problem?”
“It’s a blessing, Asia. Now, come on. Do you accept my offer or don’t you? I’m not a man who waits around.”
“I’ll do my best to please you, sir. I will accept your offer. Now, what happens?” I was on pins and needles. I was about to be bound to a stranger for the matter of three months. And even stranger than that, I was about to have more than I’d ever had or thought possible!
“We’ll meet in Portland, Oregon at The Dungeon of Decorum to sign the contract. I’ll be in touch as soon as I can make the arrangements. We’ll be seeing each other very, very soon. Have a good evening, my little Asia.”
“You too, sir.”
I put the phone down and fell on my bed. I was a sub! I had a Dom!
What the fuck had I done?
Jett
For the first time in a very long time, I felt on the edge of giddy. I had her, the one I wanted. Asia Jones would be my sub and fake wife for the next three months!
I pulled the black boxes out of the drawer of my nightstand and looked the wedding set over. The engagement ring was three karats, the wedding bands were platinum, and I was going to give Asia all of the rings that cost thousands of dollars.
Just like any divorced woman, Asia would leave our contract with a huge home, a new car, jewelry that was worth a lot of money, plus a large chunk of cash to call her own. I really was changing the girl’s life for the better.
And I’d teach her along the way about the finer things in life. Along with that, she’d get the knowledge of how to be a good sub. If she ever did find herself in need of money, she’d have something to fall back on.
My heart felt as if someone had pinched it. It was an odd feeling, and it came about when I thought about Asia being some other man’s sub. And there it was once more.
Was that jealousy?
I’d never experienced it before. It was hard to tell. And it was unnerving. Asia and I were complete strangers. I shouldn’t have any feelings for her at all. Except maybe gratitude. But even that wasn’t a thing I should feel toward her. I was paying her for her trouble. As if being with me would be any trouble at all.
I wasn’t a monster. As a Dom, I was quite reasonable. And I wasn’t hard on the eyes. I knew my way around a woman’s body. I could bring pleasure to the little virgin that she’d never dreamt of. Asia would be lucky to have me.
I hoped she’d think so too.
Not wasting a moment, I called Isabel to get her going on the contract. “Isabel, here. How may I help you this evening?”
“This is Jett Simmons, Isabel. I hope you’re doing well.”
“I am, Mr. Simmons. How nice to hear from you. How can I help you?”
“Asia Jones and I have made an agreement, and I need you to draw up a contract for us. It will be for the months of June, July, and August.” I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it back and looking out my bedroom window. The waves were small that evening, lapping at the sandy beach. I wondered if I’d bring Asia to my home in Malibu. Perhaps if she was along the lines of what I expected her to be,
I would.
“Asia Jones? My, my. She got scooped up quickly. I just set her up in the system this afternoon.”
“You sound surprised by that. I felt I had to hurry to give her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I was certain men would be throwing themselves at her.” I chuckled as I thought about all the men who’d look at her profile and attempt to contact her. But I’d taken her already. Well, as soon as the contract was signed, she’d be mine.
“I know I shouldn’t be surprised at all. Virgins never last long once we get them.” Her laughter was shrill as it pierced the air. It was a bit on the witchy side and made a chill run through me.
It made me wonder how Asia really felt about giving her virginity to a man she didn’t love or even know for that matter. My heart felt heavy for her. She’d hung onto that longer than most, yet she was ready to sell it, so to speak, to a stranger.
I’d do right by the girl. I promised myself I would. I’d try not to be as closed off as I usually was. I’d try to form at least a bit of a bond. Then her memory of her first time would still be special. I hoped so anyway.
“How soon can you have a contract ready, Isabel?”
“Two days. I have to write it up and get one of the founders to approve it. So what are your rules, Mr. Simmons?”
“I want her to do as I say at all times and be who I want her to be.” I thought about how to word the rule so she’d have no choice but to play the part of my wife.
“Well, let’s get the general rules out of the way first. Is she to kneel when you enter a room?”
“I don’t want that. I want to treat her differently than I treated the others. Not entirely like my sub. I want to give her more respect than that. Do you know what I mean?” I was having a hard time figuring out what I wanted to do with Asia, exactly. “Can we have a broad set of general rules. She can’t go anywhere unless I approve. She can’t wear anything I haven’t given her.”
“Will there be any special diet rules or drinking rules?”
“No. I see no reason for that. I’ll be in control of that anyway. She’ll be with me all the time.”
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