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With Inessa’shand in mine, I led her through the main room into a private conference-like room in the back. It didn’t have a huge table though. It only contained a small one that was big enough to sit four people. This was where James and Emmaline normally sat to interview the new subs and doms and dish out their contracts.
And now, this would be where I created my contract with Inessa.
The attorney specifically for this club, Mr. Keller, was already sitting at the table waiting on us. I’d had a feeling that Inessa would be interested in this with the way she’d responded to me ordering her during sex and how wet she’d been when I’d cuffed her to our bed.
And I had been right. Her eyes had glazed over, her pupils taking over her irises as she had stared at everything happening around her.
I pulled her chair out for her at the table and waited for her to take a seat before I took one next to her. The attorney cleared his throat, smiling at both of us. “May I?” he asked me. He’d learned his lesson with both James and Darren. You didn’t touch a man’s woman without his permission first.
I nodded once. He held his hand out to Inessa who reached forward to shake his hand in turn. “My name is Keller Jameson. I’m one of Mr. Jackson’s attorneys, but I specifically do contracts for the dominants and submissives of this club.”
Inessa looked at me, her lips parting softly in surprise. Lust swirled in her dark gaze, making my cock harden in my jeans.
She was excited—extremely excited.
And she still had no idea the kind of ecstasy I could bring her when she fully gave herself over to me in a session.
I slid my hand over her thigh before turning my attention to Mr. Keller. “I’ve already read over my contract. Do you mind letting her read her portion so we may move on with our night?”
He nodded and pulled out a packet of papers from his briefcase before handing it to Inessa. We chatted quietly amongst ourselves about the club and how well it had been doing as Inessa read through her contract to become my submissive.
I was more than ready to put her mask on her and put a collar around her neck. It was a statement to any man in this kind of life that she was taken—untouchable. And the mask was to keep her identity hidden. I didn’t want everyone staring at her and knowing who she was. I didn’t want any of these fuckers going home and jacking their dicks to the image of her face.
After about thirty minutes, Inessa asked for a pen. I arched an eyebrow at her, covering her hand with mine. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I asked her. To be honest, despite her excitement, I’d expected her to have some reservations about this.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing a pretty red. I nodded once at Keller, and he handed her a pen. She signed her name to the contract, and then I signed mine, officially making Inessa my submissive . . .
And me, her dom.
* * *
I pushed open the door to the room I’d already reserved. It was in the back of the building, away from where everyone else might hear her. The walls were supposed to be soundproof, but I knew that if someone screamed loud enough, their voice could be heard.
I wanted Inessa to have all the privacy she could get during our first session together. I would work her up to the scene she’d walked into. First, I needed her to know the basics of our sessions and what to expect.
She stepped into the room, her eyes filled with wonder as she looked around the space. It had a deep red couch, a bed, and a swing. It was one of the nicest rooms in the club, and definitely one of the most expensive.
“You remember the rules from the contract?” I asked her.
She turned to face me. She linked her fingers in front of her, a rosy glow to her cheeks. “Yes, sir.”
Ah, fuck.
My cock was going to burst through the zipper on my jeans at this fucking rate.
I flipped the lock on the door. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Strip,” I softly ordered. “Fold your clothes and put them in the chair there,” I said, pointing to a chair in the corner of the room.
I watched as she pulled her clothes off, neatly folding them before shyly walking across the room, her naked ass jiggling with every step she took towards the chair.
I couldn’t wait to claim that tiny, virgin asshole as my own.
She came to stand back in front of me, her perfect tits swaying with each step she made, her nipples hardened into tight, pebbled points. It took every ounce of my restraint not to reach forward and touch her.
“First things first,” I said, grabbing the box off the table. I opened it and grabbed out a rectangular, velvet box. I moved to stand back in front of her and flipped it open. Her eyes widened in astonishment, a gasp breaking the air. “Your collar, my little wife,” I told her.
It was a diamond-studded collar with a loop in the front.
Her lips trembled, and she looked up at me. “It’s so expensive,” she whispered.
I circled my hand around her throat. A moan slipped from her soft lips at my possessive, dominating touch. My lips brushed hers as I spoke. “My wife only gets the best around her neck.”
I kissed her then, letting my tongue touch hers for a beat before I released her and grabbed the collar. I fastened it around her neck, loving the way the diamonds glinted in the dim, red lighting of the room.
There was something about her flushed cheeks, her tousled hair, and that collar around her neck that made me want to put her in a padded box and protect her for the rest of her fucking life.
Mentally shaking that thought from my head, I grabbed the mask out next. Her eyes flickered to it. She would still be able to see me since there were eye holes, but the moment I saw this mask, I knew she needed to wear it.
I slid it on her face, grinning at the bunny ears. I was right. It was fucking perfect.