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?
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.
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