The threat was undoubtedly a major turn on. This was the first man I had met in a long time who not only looked the part, but could talk the part too. But I had to make some checks before I could find out if he truly had the skills. It took nearly all my willpower to not throw all caution to the wind, stick my butt out for him then and there and scream, 'yes I have been such a bad girl, please spank me!'.
"Dean," I hoped if I used his name, maybe he would start behaving more like a normal, rational, not very sexy person and seem that way to me too, "that sounds great. You were clearly paying attention to what I said last night, and I like that. You're a good listener, that's the first thing I need to tick off my checklist when choosing a long term sexual partner."
I paused, wondering if he would freak out over the words 'long term'. It didn't appear he was going to. Was he just letting me air my thoughts or was he so tapped that he'd really decided that I was going to be a regular of his after just one chat with a drunk me?
"But being kidnapped and kept as a sex slave is just a fantasy and we have fantasies for a reason, because some things we want to try aren't safe and need to stay just that … fantasies."
I found myself actually feeling a little sorry for this man who had almost scared the wits out of me. He sighed out and rubbed the back of his scruffy head, as if he felt like I'd rebuked his advances. I wasn't exactly doing that.
"I'm just thinking out loud here," I continued, "if I were to hang out here a little longer, I'd need to know that you've got a nice pad, have enough money and that I'm free to come and go as I please. I can't afford to take an unpaid vacation away from my job and my apartment. I wish I could, but bills don't pay themselves."
"I'm so looking forward to getting my hands on that cute little tush," Dean shook his head at me. "Can you not have help me with my boner before running through the prerequisites?"
I laughed with relief. Finally, I was getting normal guy talk out of him.
"I want to play but because you got too freaky last night, you're having to earn my trust," I answered.
"Alright then, that's fair. You're a sensible girl. But we were having so much fun. You had to go and kill the moment, didn't you?" He frowned at me, but then gave a playful smile.
"I'm sorry," I said, pulling the awkward face I always made when giving false apologies, then held out my hand for him to haul me up. "Will you help me up?"
I was feeling incredibly stiff and my pussy felt so heavy with supressed want that it made it even harder to get up. Again, his warm, strong hand took a hold of mine. His grasp was very comforting, to be honest I would have been happy to hold hands longer, but he didn't seem like the sort of person who would be into that. I wasn't usually into that myself.
"Do you want a coffee before you go through your checklist?" he asked, walking away to lead me out of this room.
"I'd kill for one."
"I'd like to say you won't need so much caffeine to get you through your days whilst you're here, but I don't make promises I can't keep," he winked over his shoulder at me like he'd had too much practice at it.
"Because you're going to fuck the shit out of me 24/7? Stop being cheesy. It's god awful."
"Meow. Did you get out on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
"Seriously, stop. That's not an appropriate joke. What you did is still illegal, even for you," I rolled my eyes, yet laughed in my head, I had no idea why as he wasn't even a little bit funny.
"Wow," I hadn't really been paying attention to the surroundings of the room I had been in. I vaguely remembered feeling impressed by where he'd brought me to last night. I'd registered the fact that he'd taken me to a house that I'd walked past and admired many times, but hadn't fully appreciated it.
"This is a really nice place," I commented. I was standing at the top of a large staircase, the banister of which had been polished to a dark, rich brown sheen. Whilst the stairs and railings were painted a crisp, glossy white. The landing at the bottom of the stairs was made up of lighter wooden floorboards. Next to the high white walls and ceiling, the effect was a beautiful combination of old and new.
"It's a little OTT for my tastes. But a free apartment is a perk of the job," he said with a shrug as he made his way downstairs.
"Well, thanks for putting me up in the shitty room," I called to him as I followed.
"Bad girls don't get to have nice, shiny things, do they?" he replied, stopping at the bottom of the stairs to face me.
I felt colour rise in my cheeks and caught the mischievous gleam in his eyes. I tried to ignore how he was continuing to make me feel and squeezed past his bulk. Unfortunately, the hard buds of my nipples rubbed against his thick bicep as I passed him, which didn't help my arousal levels.
"Do you have good neighbours?" I asked, to keep my thoughts and the conversation clean.
"Yes, very good neighbours. Very discreet," he winked again.
And again, I rolled my eyes back at him and he snickered in response. We ambled to the kitchen and I almost jumped with joy to see a freshly brewed, steaming coffee press.
"How about you try the shower and we can go over figures after?" he asked after letting me nurse myself back to my less grumpy self with glorious coffee.
"Sure, is everything I need in your bathroom?"
"Everything you need is in there. It's the door at the top of the stairs."
"My bag is in there too?"
"Yup."
"You're sure this was spontaneous? Looks like you planned this to a T to me."
"Looks like you plan to a T, too. That bag of yours is huge. I was just putting your bag somewhere safe. Relax. I don't want to be involved in a real felony anymore than you do."
I did plan certain things, yes. But this certainly wasn't something I had planned. There definitely wasn't enough clothes in my bag for any more than a one night stay. Occasionally I got lucky and a guy wanted to go somewhere a bit swankier than my one bed apartment. I eyed him up and down, carefully. Perhaps he was relatively harmless, but he looked far from innocent.
"I don't know you, but you sure look like someone who might have committed some felonies in their time anyway," I made sure to give him my dirtiest look before I went.
The bathroom looked like it had been recently refurbished. Like the rest of this place, it was far better than anything in my own tired apartment. He had the ordinary toiletries, nothing fancy, I guessed I'd be free to stock up myself, if we came to an arrangement. I got changed into the fresh clothes I had with me then went back to the kitchen. Dean was sitting at the breakfast bar with some crumpled papers.
"Is this your finances?" I asked.
"Uh huh, last couple of months payslips and er a proposed contract I've wrote up."
I sat down beside him and took one of the payslips to look at. His eyes were downcast and he was twiddling his thumbs.
"You're actually nervous, aren't you?" I couldn't help sniggering a little.
"Like I said, I've never done this before. I'm trying to do it properly, but I promise you, this is the last time you'll see me nervous. Don't enjoy it for long," he looked absolutely serious and pushed over his hand written proposal to me.
"Well, you earn decent money," I remarked first before looking at the proposal. He wasn't doing bad financially, but he wasn't earning as much as I imagined The Authority's muscle would. I couldn't complain though, he could make me more comfortable than I was currently.
I started to read the important parts of his proposal aloud:
"You will be the submissive and I will be the dominant … You are to quit your job, with immediate effect ... I will pay you an allowance of $400 a week which you are free to spend as you wish ... I will pay all of your outgoings and take care of cleaning, maintenance etc. of this property, unless I direct you to clean as part of play … "
I had found it hard to keep a straight face whilst reading this. I thought he was nuts to be offering to pay me that much and to cover all my current outgoings. But I wasn't going to show my surprise in case he backtracked. I skim read the rest just to make sure I wouldn't be agreeing to anything I wasn't comfortable doing.
"What are your limits?" I asked when I didn't see any mention of them.
"Yours are more important," He responded.
"You'll be glad to hear, I have hardly any. But I won't do anything extreme. Don't make me bleed on purpose, and I don't like pee, poop, blood, vomit, no nasty bodily fluids like that. Otherwise, it's all good so long as you listen when I use the safeword."
"They're all reasonable limits and I take safewords very seriously. So, we're on? We have an agreement?"
"$400 up front for one week, beginning now. No obligation to stay if I hate it or to pay you back if I leave. Then we have a deal."
How bad could it be? Surely this guy had more to lose than me if he took things too far and I ratted on him. At worst this would end up being a funny story to tell on a night out about how I made the easiest money in my life.
He nodded his head in agreement, then suddenly rose from his stool to leave, coming back shortly afterwards with the money. He held it out to me and I reached out to take it, but he pulled the money back out of my reach.
"What are you doing?" I asked, irritably. "I'm not gonna play fetch with this."
"That is a fantastic idea, I will make you play fetch for next weeks instalment. But for this week, I think I deserve to try before I buy."
He then tucked $200 beneath one of the straps of my bra. Just the light touch of his fingers on my collarbone made me need to repress a happy shudder.
"We made a deal," I said, trying to be firm, calm and collected.
"We did, but don't think you don't have to start earning this already."
He then loosened the knot on his dressing gown and revealed his naked cock, standing proud from his tight stomach. His skin looked silky smooth to touch and glowed a gentle sun kissed colour. It was pleasing to see that he was clean shaven around his cock and even though he was being a complete tool to me right now, I was game.
"I have been waiting a long time to touch you and you still have your punishment to come. Don't make it worse for yourself by pretending to be shy. Suck my dick right now and if you do a good job, I'll give you the rest. If you don't then, well … we'll just keep going until you get it right."
Mwahahaha! I'm such a tease, sorry to leave you all hanging ... ;)
