by Nicole Casey
I nodded and tried to reason out with her, “I am but even then it’s hard to get people who would give out a loan on a risky business.”
“Are there really no other options?” she asked.
I could see the desperation in her eyes and that’s what ignited the fire of lust in me. I knew I had her right in the palm of my hands now. She was so desperate to get this business thing to work that I knew I could push her to do anything I wanted if I presented them in the right light.
My fingers traced over the contract I had in hand.
Perhaps this was the right time to put it out. I was tempted to show it to her the first time we met but it would have been too soon. Maybe now, with her at this low point, I could persuade her to consider it.
“What if I tell you I can get you a loan and make this tattoo business and mobile app thing a reality?” I asked her.
“What if I tell you I can secure you the money and guarantee you’ll start seeing a profit in less than three months?”
Natasha then looked up and for the first time she dared to stare straight at me in the eye. Where once there was shyness wading in the shadows there was now determination burning. Her timid presentation shifted with her stare and for the first time I saw her as a roaring lion ready to pounce on her prey.
“I would do anything just to get the money and make this business work. Do you really think you can get me the money, sir?” she asked.
Goose bumps crawled up my skin when I heard her call me “sir.” It made me giddy inside knowing how it sounds now. If she agrees to sign this contract, the first thing I’ll train her to do is to call me “sir” every time she spoke to me.
I nodded at her and then said, “I most definitely can get it done. However, there is a price to pay and I don’t mean money.”
“What…what do you mean?” she asked me with a quivering tone.
I looked at her straight in the eye, “I want to own you.”
7
Natasha
M y body began to tremble although I wasn’t sure if it was due to fear or nervousness. I couldn’t handle his strong stare any longer and quickly looked down, keeping my gaze on my shoes. The fact that he was hot as fuck didn’t help one bit.
“What do you mean?” I asked Marcus.
“You heard me,” he then answered. His voice was sterner, more commanding than earlier. “I want to own you. Be my slave and do as I please and I will get you the money you need.”
I swallowed hard and tried to assess what he meant. I’ve never in my life been faced with this kind of sexual confrontation before.
“What? I… I don’t even know how to be a slave, sir,” I tried to reason out. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, let alone have sex and do anything as wild as he was proposing.
Marcus then waved a paper in front of me and explained, “How about this then: we’ll make an agreement. I’ll secure your business if you become my sex slave.”
Thoughts rapidly shot to and fro in my mind as I tried to understand what he was proposing. Was he seriously asking me for a sexual favor?
Uncertain, I looked up and saw him holding a pen and handing it out to me. Not wanting to infuriate him I took it and grabbed the paper he had as well.
“You’ll really help me out then?” I tried to get my mind back on track. That was when I realized I was walking myself into a trap. What the fuck did I just say? Did I really just hint I’d agree to this?
Marcus nodded and further explained, “I’m going to give you a questionnaire later and it will tackle all of the dos and don’ts of the agreement. Right now I’ll let you read this little contract I’ve prepared while you were mumbling to yourself.”
He then pointed to the sheet of paper I took from him. I quickly looked down and realized he had scribbled a ton of notes for me to go over.
First I had to sign the contract confirming I was giving him permission to treat me fully as his slave. That meant surrendering my body to him for his pleasure. That alone was hard for me to swallow and I grit my teeth just to move on and read the succeeding lines.
The next line then made things a little more clear: I’d only have to submit to him for thirty-nine days. After that I could always leave. However, he on the other hand was bound to help me secure my tattoo business until it was profitable. It’d be a win-win situation for me.
Well, a win-win situation considering I had to let him use my body.
“Sign the paper, serve me and I’ll make sure your dreams come true,” he insisted. His voice was deep and commanding. It was a little scary not to just write my name on the sheet and call it a day.
I took a moment to breathe. I shut my eyes and tried to calm myself so I could think about my two main options here. Either I took this opportunity right in front of me but it meant giving up a lot or I could leave and try to go back bugging the bank agents and end up retreating home as a loser. I tried to think about what my aunts and cousins would say. No, I couldn’t go back now. I needed to prove them that I was an independent woman who had the capability of starting her own business.
“There’s one thing I have to tell you before I sign this paper, sir,” I told him. I tried to muster as much confidence and strength as I could but even then my voice quivered. I could feel my legs begin to shake and I had to fight the urge to bite my fingernails.
Marcus lifted my face up with a finger and said, “Be a good little girl and tell me.”
“I’m a virgin, sir,” I admitted.
He immediately leaned back on his seat, looked at me with squinted eyes and then grinned at me. I would never forget the look on his face as he did – his grin was wicked to the core and even then I could feel the lust burning in his eyes. I felt naked and exposed under his stare.
“Very good,” he finally said. He never kept his gaze off me, even as he continued, “Sign the paper. I’ll secure you a business loan in seven days; that I can guarantee right off the bat.”
Seven days? How could he get it done so fast? The other banker I spoke to said that even if I got approved my application would still take at least two weeks to process. I looked at Marcus and tried to meet his gaze but he never turned away. Afraid he’d get offended I turned my gaze away.
“S-sir, what assurance do I get?” I asked him as I stared down at my shoes.
“Let me put it to you this way,” he then replied. “I’m the one who put Daxter and Noelle Horndale on the map. I’m the one who helped Trevor Wild build Mercury Wild into the establishment it is today.”
Those were two famous billionaires. My mind exploded when I heard they got their help from Marcus. If he really did help them then he must be rich himself too… so why was his office so tiny and old? It made me a little curious about him and at the same time a little more confident in his ability to stay true to his word.
“Does this mean you can essentially rape me?” I had to ask.
Marcus shook his head and elaborated further, “No. That’s not what this contract is for. It means you’re giving me the right to treat you as my sex slave and yes, that means being rough with you and punishing you. However, it also means I need to reward you when you’ve performed well and to ensure you are always safe. It isn’t just about me getting what I want. We both have to be sexually pleased and excited. It’s a two-way thing and if I’m the only one happy then it doesn’t work.”
I bit down on my lip, looked at the contract and asked him, “And if I don’t sign?”
“Then there’s nothing more I can do for you.”
Well, fuck. What was sex anyway? Everybody did it. I was bound to do it anyway, especially with the way my mom dressed me up. I might as well use it to get what I fucking want.
I looked at Marcus one more time. Would it hurt to be his sex slave, anyway? He was hot and I did feel attracted to him. When I talked to my mom she did say I had the freedom to flirt with whoever the fuck I wanted. If I was going to enjoy my first time having sex then I might as well do it with a guy I liked, right?
I took a deep breath, then gripped the pen and signed my name on the contract.
8
Marcus
I couldn't help but grin when I saw her signing her name on the paper. I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip by, but I didn’t expect things to be going so smoothly. Once again I looked at Natasha. She was the embodiment of lust and would make the perfect slut-slave. She had nice long hair, piercing blue eyes, long legs but a petite, little frame. Her tiny body made her round ass and big tits stand out even more. I could only imagine what her virgin pussy would taste like.
My eyes lingered and I noticed she was trembling. She always kept her head down too. This meant she was a shy little girl and that made it all more exciting.
“Good. Now, let us begin,” I told her as I grabbed the contract. I stood up from my desk, headed to the photocopy machine in the corner and made one copy. I slid the copy into my desk drawer and then handed the original contract to Natasha, “Keep a hold of this. Now, let’s go.”
She didn’t seem to understand the words as she simply stared at me. I waved the paper in front of her face and it took a moment for her to snap back to reality. Natasha looked up at me with a blank stare and it occurred to me she didn’t hear a damn thing I said.
“Take this, let’s go,” I repeated.
Natasha took her contract, folded it and slid it into the back pocket of her shorts. She got up and asked, “Wait… we’re starting this now?”
I put on my business coat and grabbed my wallet and keys, “Yes. Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you more in the car.”
She seemed a little timid and hesitant about leaving but when I pushed her forward she quickly complied. That further cemented a perception that began brewing in my head since she first walked in: she may be naturally submissive but just not aware of it yet. I’ll have to explore that trait of hers more.
Natasha kept her head down even as we reached the waiting area. She turned slightly to the side, probably hoping to avoid direct face-to-face contact with Felicia. I, on the other hand, waved off at my secretary.
“I’ll be discussing business with Ms. Benning outside,” I told Felicia as I led Natasha out the main door. “Go ahead and finish up and then close the office down. Don’t forget to lock the door.”
Felicia didn’t even look up from her monitor when she replied, “Sure thing, boss.”
I glimpsed at Felicia real quick and pondered if she wondered where I was taking Natasha. The uninterested look on her face, however, told me she didn’t give a damn. Felicia was hot but damn so cold-hearted too. The only instance I ever saw her smile and get excited was when she won a Bingo game on her phone… and yeah, that was it.
“Where’s your car?” I asked Natasha.
She shook her head, “Didn’t bring it.”
“Why not? How did you get here?” I asked her further.
Natasha just shrugged and replied, “It’s my only collateral. I didn’t want to risk it getting damaged or something. I took the bus.”
Well, at least she was being careful. I took her by the hand and pulled her across the parking lot and towards my car. When she finally caught sight of the red two-door sports vehicle Natasha squeezed my hand and squealed.
I turned around with a curiously raised eyebrow, “Never ridden a Ferrari before?”
Natasha bit down on her lip, containing her excitement. It was a little surprising to see, given how she was just a timid little pipsqueak moments ago in the office. Maybe she had forgotten all about surrendering her virginity to me the moment she saw the car.
I took out my car keys, hit the remote button and unlocked the doors. I stepped into the driver’s seat and put on my seatbelt as I waited for Natasha to get in the passenger seat.
Natasha was nibbling on her nails. She kept her gaze down, never looking up at me even when she was excited to be in my car, and remained silent. I could tell she was still processing everything going on.
“Let me tell you two important things,” I explained. “From now on, you call me ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’ and I better hear those words every time you’ve got something to say. Secondly, you are my slut. Whatever name you have or whatever your mom called you it’s time to throw it out of the window. You are a slut and you will refer to yourself as that. So tell me – what are you?”
“I-I’m your slut, daddy,” Natasha weakly answered.
Hearing her say those words sent a chill up my spine. It was like a dream come true. Now it was time for her to prove that she was my little toy.
9
Natasha
B efore long we reached the opposite end of town. When I looked out the window I quickly noticed how extravagant the houses were in this side of the city. Almost every single one of them that we passed by looked like it belonged to a millionaire. They were all elaborately big and beautiful with their own lavish luxuries like swimming pools, mini-golf courses and more.
I really shouldn’t expect anything less from Marcus Phoenix. If he was who he said he was then he must have been a billionaire himself, working behind the scenes as a financer for multiple companies and rich individuals. It was remarkable that he still took on small-time clients such as myself.
That made me wonder – were there others before me and what became of them?
Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to think about those questions. As I stared out the window Marcus drove us through a large pair of black metal gates. Two guards opened them and welcomed us in. The car continued on through a long driveway until we came up to a giant bungalow sitting by a lake. Most of the house was made of dark glass walls, making it look sleek and modern… and cold.
Marcus parked the car in a separate garage, where I saw he owned six other vehicles, and then looked over at me.
“Welcome to your new home, slut,” was all he said before he led me into his home.
10
Marcus
T he house was dark with only some dimmed lights in the hallways. I did have a butler to clean up the place but he resided in the rest house near the garage. This place – my center of relaxation and the one corner where I can be myself – was mine.
I led Natasha down the living room and the main hallway. At the very end we came to a small door. I had Natasha open it and urged her to go in first. She entered in and descended down a set of stairs that led to the basement. I flicked on the switch by the side of the stairs to turn on the basement lights.
With observant eyes I watched Natasha’s eyes grow wide with surprise. She looked at the basement for a quick moment and turned around to look back at me. I simply gestured for her to continue on down.
My basement was no cold and empty storage room. No, it was the epitome of my raving lust. Natasha passed by the first of my toys – a stockade where I could lock her neck and arms in – and she then came to bear witness to my desk of vibrators and dildos. Now this was the true gem of my not-so-humble abode.
Natasha said nothing but even then I could hear her breathing, as it got faster and weaker. She must have felt scared and nervous – the very emotions I wanted to instill in her very being.
I then reached out and took her hand. The girl looked at me with fear in her blue eyes but I did not falter in leading her to her fate. Soon we were at the farthest corner of the basement, in a section I had designed solely for training new slaves such as her.
This corner had a single low table, almost like a coffee table except that the surface was slightly cushioned. The two walls that met at this corner were covered from ceiling to floor with mirrors. The ceiling – or at least twenty square feet of the ceiling – was also layered with mirrors.
Without a word, I pushed her to the table and made her lay down on her bac
k. It wasn’t big enough for her to lie down comfortably but that was exactly the point of this contraption. I made her raise her legs and spread them wide, making her realize she was in the perfect missionary position on this table.
“W-what are we going to do?” Natasha asked with a wavering, weak voice.
I hushed at her, pressing my finger to my lips to keep her silent. “Stay right there,” I then told her as I walked over to one of the nearby drawers. Opening the upper-most drawer I scoured through the numerous sex toys and gadgets available. I only needed one and eventually I found it buried underneath a pile of unused egg vibrators.
My cock was getting excited. It throbbed in my pants and in mere moments I felt it grow hard and ready to strike. I felt the anxiety to plow right into her right then and there but I had to take it nice and slow. Otherwise I would end up with another broken doll.
In my hands were a black blindfold and two pairs of pink, furry handcuffs. I headed back to Natasha and used the cuffs to bound her wrists to the legs of the table. Now only her legs were free but even she knew she couldn’t escape now.
I then took the blindfold and prepared to wrap it around her eyes. She suddenly flinched for a second, purely out of instinct. For that quick moment she tried to pull her face back and away from the blindfold. I slapped her across the face.
Slap!
The music of the hit was gorgeous to behold and I couldn’t help but grin when I saw the shock on her face. The moment of defiance, even if it was just for a fraction of a second, had quickly evaporated and I could see the fear in her had grown.
When I tried to apply the blindfold again, she no longer resisted. It was pleasing to see how quickly she learned how this worked. All of the fury in her gaze had dissipated into fear and willingness to obey.