Page 25 of House Rules
And I hated that I liked it. Hated that my body betrayed me, heat curling low and wrong in my gut.
What was Con going to do with that information? I didn’t know, but I was fairly certain that he wouldn’t stop, not when he had me at his beck and call.
Then there were the other Titans. What would they do?
I arrive at Masterson’s office on autopilot, surprised to find that only minutes had passed between my phone call and my arrival. The walk here felt hours long. In my fear, I guess I had actually walked faster than my normal pace.
“Miss Jones.” The secretary looks me up and down, her lip curling just a little as she takes in my dirty clothes, my worn duffle, and my overall disheveled appearance. “Mr. Masterson will see you now. You can go right in.”
“Thank you,” I say as I ducked my head and walked past her, into the lion’s den.
“Miss Jones,” Mr. Masterson says, standing and plucking a file folder from his desktop. He lifts his arm to guide me to a table positioned on the other side of his massive office.
I sit in a chair at one side of the table, and he sits opposite me, facing me.
“ I understand you decided to take the job.”
“Yes, sir,” I answer, my voice low and my headdown. I don’t want him to see how desperate I am for this, or how equally afraid of it I am.
“Well, the Titans have added a few stipulations.” He takes a few of the papers from the file folder and slides them across the table so I can look at them.
“First, they want complete access to you.” He pauses for a moment, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, and then pushes his large shoulders back and looks at me again. For a second, I think I see concern flash through his blue eyes, so much like his son’s, but just as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. Replaced with cold indifference.
“Complete access.”
He clears his throat. “That is correct.”
I release a shallow breath through my nose and nod once. The gesture satisfies him, and he relaxes a fraction in his seat.
“First, I want to reiterate that you are not to stop the Titans from doing anything. No one is expecting you to intercede in their activities, only to report upon them.”
“Yes, sir, I understand.” I place my hands in my lap,twisting and pulling at my fingers under the table where he can’t see them.
He nods and looks back at his copy of the contract, shaking his head slightly.
“The Titans require that you adhere to the lifestyle in which they live. That means that you will be required to do whatever they ask of you. This includes, but is not limited to, wardrobe, sleep schedule, drinking, games of all varieties, sexual acts to be determined at their discretion, as well as drugs.”
He ticks each item off the list like he is reading a grocery list. I wonder for a moment if he doesn’t actually agree with what his son and his friends want. Maybe he doesn’t approve but has decided it is the path of least resistance.
“I don’t do drugs,” I reply. My hands shake under the table until I tighten them into fists. “But it doesn’t bother me if that’s their thing.”
“Good. The term of the contract is for one year; however, there is the option to renew if required. I hope it is not required.”
“I understand,” I say again.
He nods and hands me a pen that probably costs more than the trailer that I just left.
“I assure you, the contract is legitimate and legally binding. The casino’s lawyers have already looked over it, but please read it, take it all in, and know what is expected of you. Specifically, the itemized list.”
I look down at the paper, skimming through the legalese until I get to the job expectations. The list of sexual acts is extensive, including things like double penetration, anal sex, BDSM with pre-approved safe words, filming of pornography that shall not be shared outside of the Titans, deep throat training should it be required, and the eager participation in any orgies and gang bangs that included the Titans and other women.
There was also a paragraph that explained that my body was to be limited to use by the Titans and for their pleasure only. I could not date and would not be allowed with any other men or women without their express approval or demand. Then there was a line that had my eyebrows shooting up.
The signee may not pleasure herself without the permission and supervision of a Titan.
I blink. Read it again. They can’t be serious.
“Did you read this?” I ask, raising my gaze to Mr. Masterson’s.
