Her Savior_A Dark Romance

by Nicole Casey

  Natasha did so quickly, obediently, and looked back at me with a bright but nervous smile. It was addicting to witness and I had to look down when I noticed I had been staring perhaps a little too long at her.

  She then stood up and reached out with her hand. I promptly shook it and watched as she turned around and walked out of the office. I stood there still, mesmerized by her presence, and soaked in her fragrance left behind. She smelled like lilacs in the rain.

  I was freaking hard. If I could I would bang the living shit out of that girl. I’d tie her down, whip her until her ass got swelling red and then fuck her until she screamed for more. I wanted to take that cute little lady and fill her up with my cum and make her swallow like an obedient bitch.

  Oh well. I had other things to do right now. If I wanted the chance to talk to her again I’d have to help her out with her request.

  Quickly I sat back down and started dialing numbers to organize that meeting.

  5

  Natasha

  I couldn’t believe he agreed to help me. The whole time I was on the bus heading home I couldn’t help but think about the opportunities laid out in front of me. Should he prove successful then the rest would be smooth sailing for the rest of the year. I could setup the tattoo shop, introduce the new innovations I had in mind and then eventually hire one other tattoo artist to help me out.

  Even though I was alone I couldn’t help but hum a few tunes during the ride. It was hard to hold in the joy and excitement bursting from within. I was giddy and I just couldn’t wait for Marcus to call me back and give me the good news. I was sure he would be able to find a way to finance my proposal. He was a famous banker and financial advisor after all.

  Yet he didn’t look like one.

  Now that I really thought about it, he looked more like a super model. He had those really big muscles and deep eyes that melted me in a way no man had ever done before.

  He was really hot.

  I looked around the bus and saw some good-looking men in there, but none of them had the same commanding presence and masculinity that Marcus had. He was the epitome of manliness, all the way from the way he looked at me and the way he would flex before handing me papers to sign.

  I couldn’t help but giggle when I realized I was slightly turned on by him. He really was handsome after all and he had the body of a football quarterback. When I shut my eyes I could already imagine just how built his muscles would look underneath his business attire. If he were to hold me I’d look like a petite little toy compared to his monstrous body. I’d be a tiny girl to his barbarian.

  Around fifteen more minutes passed and I was finally back home in my snug little apartment. Not wanting to wait, I tossed my things to the side and picked up my phone. I dialed and in a few moments my mom picked up on the other end.

  “Hello?” she asked.

  “Hi mom,” I greeted her. I couldn’t hold in the excitement any longer and said, “Guess what?”

  “What?” even though I couldn’t see her I could picture her smiling and rolling her eyes.

  I kept the phone on and walked over to the couch. I snuggled up to a pillow and continued on, “I met this really handsome banker and he promised he’d help me get a business loan. I was like on the edge of giving up and everything but then I saw his office and decided to just go in. You know, like what the heck was I going to lose by trying?”

  My mom got ecstatic about the news, “Really? Oh my, that’s so good! So, tell me all about this banker guy. How hot is he, sweetcake?”

  I rolled my eyes and giggled, “Mom! I got a chance of opening my dream business and all you got out all of that was the bit about a hot guy?”

  “What can I say? I’m just so happy that my lovely daughter finally meets a steamy hot hunk.”

  I laughed. My mom was never one to shy away from a good-looking man. Maybe it kept her happy and that was why she still looked so young. She was gorgeous for a woman her age.

  “Well, he’s around forty or something, has blonde hair and blue eyes,” I described Marcus to her. “He’s also really big and muscular. I don’t know, he’s got this look like a football player or a lumberjack, you know? Not really that of a banker or pencil-pusher.”

  She shrieked at that, “Oh my, God! Honey, you shouldn’t just be settling a loan with him – you ought to be dropping your panties and dating him!”

  “Mom!” I felt a little embarrassed about my mom talking to me that way but deep inside I did feel like she was right. I did indeed find Marcus really attractive.

  “Okay, he is hot but I can’t just flirt with my banker like that.”

  Of course, my mom didn’t see things that way.

  She simply told me, “Why not? You’re young and beautiful. You can flirt with anyone you like, sweetie.”

  I hummed in amusement and just told her, “Well, I got to prepare some documents and stuff, mom. I’ll call you back when I get an update from the banker, okay? It won’t take long. I might get to go back to his office tomorrow afternoon or the day after.”

  “What else do you need to prepare?” she asked.

  “Well, if he gets some people I can borrow money from, I need to present my business proposal and show them how and when I can pay them back,” I explained. “I need to read up on how to do all that.”

  Fortunately my mom understood I was busy and how excited I was. She ended the call and agreed to wait for my update in the next few days.

  Beaming with excitement, I headed to the room where I turned on my laptop and got to work.

  6

  Marcus

  “Come on, when have I ever failed you?” I asked the person on the phone.

  “Mr. Phoenix, we at Valiant Marketing Incorporated appreciate all of the help you’ve done for us,” answered the lady on the other end. “I just can’t see this working for us. You’ve got a promising prospect here but the girl has no business experience or training.”

  I clenched my hand into a fist and tried to reason out, “Come on, Claire, you’re missing the point. She’s a talented tattoo artist and the market is prime for her to take.”

  She didn’t let go of her stand on the matter and said, “I’m sorry, but we can’t take that risk. Thank you, Mr. Phoenix. Good luck.”

  As soon as she ended the call I slammed the phone down and growled in disgust and disappointment. That was the eighth person I called today and it was the eighth person who declined from giving Natasha Benning the loan she needed for her business.

  The meeting I held was also a disaster. I was thinking about how poorly it went when Felicia buzzed me and notified me that Natasha was in the waiting area. I looked up at the wall clock and realized it was already a little past four o’clock in the afternoon.

  I hit the buzzer and told Felicia to let her in. As I waited, I opened my desk drawer and pulled out a contract I had made earlier. If all else failed, this would be my final trump card. To be completely honest, I was hoping I’d get to use this contract.

  When she walked in, I couldn’t help but feel my cock get hard. She was wearing a very light, cropped white tank top that fully revealed her navel and her cleavage. Not only that, but her shorts were so tight and cropped as well that they could have been denim panties. The best thing was how they showcased her beautiful legs. She was a petite little girl but her legs were so smooth and delicious to look at.

  It was such a struggle to not grab my junk and masturbate right then and there.

  I cleared my throat and gestured for her to sit on the other side of my desk. As she did I shook her hand and said, “Well, good afternoon, Ms. Benning.”

  “Good day, Mr. Phoenix,” she greeted and I shuddered to hear her ever-so-seductive voice. “How did the meeting go?”

  I felt a heavy metal ball sink in my chest as I was forced to explain, “It was a disaster. No one came. Not a single soul was interested and I was all alone in that conference room. When I called them back and asked why they didn’t come, they all said they lik
e your proposal but didn’t feel confident to lend money to you.”

  Natasha’s glowing smile and energetic mood instantly died. I saw her slump back on the chair and even in that quick moment I could see the welling of tears in her eyes. She then asked, “But why? I thought you were the best banker in the country?”

  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

  My 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.
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br />   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?

  Even then I could feel my pussy getting a little moist and warm. I was turned on just by looking at him and being within five feet of him. How much more would I be engrossed to actually lose my virginity to him? This indeed was be a win-win situation for me in the end.

  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.