The boxes checked include the usual: anal, bondage light and bondage heavy, nipple play, deprivation, spreader bars, and other kinks and fetishes. Fisting is also included, which makes me look up at this petite little thing with mild surprise. She blushes violently as I take in her expression. We could work up to that. I imagine she checked it as a soft limit.
I sit back and nod my head, accepting the pen from Madam Lynn. “Everything looks perfect to me.” I sign on the line.
“Wonderful,” Madam Lynn says as she takes the sheet and pulls out another. I’m getting anxious, and I can’t stop staring at my treasure. She’s not looking at me, and I know she’s nervous; in fact, I enjoy that she’s nervous. But I’m going to need some privacy to take full advantage of that.
We sign a few more papers, including the NDA I require.
“Alright, and now to summarize the above terms and conditions. You, Mr. Lucian Stone, are agreeing to act as Dahlia Days' Dominant at the locations of your choice for the duration of the next thirty days which will end at precisely one minute past midnight on the fifteenth of the following month of December. As her Dominant, you agree to the terms and conditions in the above contract, including and accepting that at any point Miss Days can terminate the contract and end the relationship entirely.”
I nod my head as Madam Lynn pauses and glances at me. “And Dahlia Days acknowledges and accepts that by leaving this arrangement, all monetary gains in the sum of half of one point six million, which is the equivalent of eight hundred thousand dollars.” Dahlia looks as though she’s going to faint as Madam Lynn rattles off the figure, “will be forfeit.” She turns to Dahlia, who’s completely lost in thought; it’s obvious she’s still in slight shock. After a few seconds, my treasure sits upright and nods her head.
“Yes, I understand.”
“I’ll need you to sign here,” Madam Lynn says, and I wait for Dahlia to sign, my hands itching for the pen. “And Mr. Stone,” Madam Lynn hands me the pen and I’m quick to scribble my signature.
“Your thirty days starts tomorrow,” Madam Lynn says, finalizing the procedure. It’s about fucking time.
“I’d like you at my address at eight in the morning,” I say and scratch my address down on the pad of paper. I took tomorrow off just so I could enjoy her fully for the first day. I may be a workaholic, but my treasure is a real treat, and I’m going to need time to explore every inch of her body and test how every subtle touch affects her.
“But I-”
I stop and look up at her, not knowing why Dahlia would object. Maybe she doesn’t have transportation. “I can have a car pick you up, if you’d rather?” I offer her.
“I can drive. I just wasn’t expecting it to start so early. And I thought maybe we’d be at the club?”
“You’ll be in my playroom for training, and you’ll be available when I want you, which will be all times of the day and night, treasure.” She gasps slightly, and her eyes widen.
“I-” she starts to answer, and then looks at Madam Lynn as if she’s the one she should be speaking to. I’m her Dom, for fuck’s sake.
“You what? Tell me what’s bothering you.” I’m getting irritated by her hesitation, and my tone reflects that. She doesn’t seem too bothered by it though, which is good. She’s going to have to get used to it.
“I have an internship,” she answers hesitantly. The poor girl hardly looks like she’s breathing. She can’t even look me in the eyes. Her shyness, nerves and even the hint of fear are all endearing.
“Why was that not included in the contract?” I ask her.
Madam Lynn opens a folder and produces a sheet, sliding it across the table. I glance at it, and her schedule is listed as flexible.
“I didn't know my schedule ahead of time,” she explains meekly.
“Do you know it now?” I ask her.
“For this week,” she answers me quickly. I nod and let out a heavy sigh. That'll have to work.
“I’ll need your schedule,” I say and hold out my hand for her to pass it to me from the pile of papers in front of her. She should have brought it.
She looks at the stack on the table and then up to me. Her eyes are gorgeous, a beautiful mix of greens and blue with a touch of golden brown. They're the most stunning hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. Her chest rises with a sharp breath as she says, “I-” she stops, and swallows thickly. “I didn’t know to bring it.”
My expression hardens, and I move my hand back to my lap. My fingers grip my thigh to keep from grabbing her ass and pulling her across my lap. She’s unprepared. My dick is hard as a fucking rock knowing I should punish her. But I have to remember, she’s new and still needs to learn.
“I can get it to you tonight,” she says in a slightly more firm voice.
“Is that acceptable?” Madam Lynn asks me from Dahlia’s right. I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t take mine off my treasure. I can’t punish her just yet. But I’m going to give her a taste of it tomorrow. Whenever I’m able to get my hands on her.
“How many hours a week is your internship?” I’m already pissed that I can’t have her whenever I damn well feel like it.
“It’s forty hours,” she says softly. Her quick reply with an answer I was expecting makes me relax somewhat. I can handle forty hours of her away. It will be good for her to maintain a social life. I swallow down my selfish desire to have her on call at all times. For now, this will have to do.
“What time are you done?” I ask.
“Around six,” she says, then holds my gaze and nods.
Around six. I give myself a moment to calm down. She isn’t trained. She doesn’t know me. But she will, and she has so much to learn. “Precision and timeliness are important to me.”
She opens and closes her mouth, clearly at a loss for words and then nods her head. That’s a very good start. I’m enjoying this already.
“I’ll need to know when and where to pick you up.” I could have my driver wait there, or I could wait outside of wherever it is that she works as well, but I don’t have any desire to wait around. I have a list of shit that needs to get done, and I want to know a specific time. More importantly, I want to hold her to this time.
“No later than six fifteen,” she says confidently. Good girl. It’s irritating as fuck that I’ll have to wait, but I’ll have her to myself tomorrow night. I’ll bury myself in work until then.
“I’ll need the address and your schedule sent to this number.” I jot my number down and slide it across the glass-topped table to her. She reaches for it, but I keep my fingers on the paper and wait for her to look at me. “I expect that message tonight.”
“Yes…” I can practically hear the “s” on the tip of her tongue. She looks up at me and then back to Madam Lynn.
“Ask me, Dahlia,” I tell her. “If you have a question, I’m the one you need to ask. No one else.”
“Sir?” she asks with those sweet hazel eyes peering up at me, filled with vulnerability. “Do I call you sir?”
My dick is harder than it’s ever been in my entire fucking life. “Yes, treasure. You will call me sir.”