Page 34 of Unbreakable

“I’ve come to discover I can’t fight my attraction, or my desire to have you. Of course, if we were to pursue an arrangement between us then I would require you to sign a non disclosure agreement to ensure protection of both our interests.” I’m stunned, no shocked, hell, I don’t even know if that’s the right word.

“Arrangement, no thank you. I’ve already had one of those thrust upon me and it’s not ending well for me. I’ll pass.” Ain’t no way in hell I’m getting the shit end of the deal on one of them again.

“What arrangement are you in? When does it end? Who's the Dom?” he fires out the questions at me in quick succession. I feel like I have whiplash from the onslaught of them.

It takes me a moment but I catch the keyword in the string of questions. “Wait, Dom?” I ask, shaking my head slightly, before cocking it to the side. “That’s the arrangement you want? That’s not the one I was referring to being in, but what it is, isn't really important at the moment. To be honest, it’s none of your business.”

“Yes, you intrigue me, excite me. I want nothing more than to have you as my submissive, dominating and controlling you. Trust me Lil’ Witch, and trust the deal will most definitely end well for you. You will receive great pleasure from the arrangement, and when needed, you will also receive punishment. The question is, can you submit yourself to me?”

I sit there, chewing on my lip as I think about it. It’s what I’ve wanted, what I’ve craved and it’s sitting before me on a silver platter.

“You do realize I’m only here in Memphis for a limited time. I’m not looking for a relationship of any sort.”

“I don’t do relationships, Lil Witch. As I said, this is merely an arrangement, one that can end at any time. We can start short. How is three months? If you agree, I’ll hand the agreement to you in class on Monday. I want you to think it over for the rest of the weekend to make sure.”

My pussy is already soaking at the thought. Images of him dominating me playing like a movie in my head.

“Okay, I’ll think about it, but yeah three months is good. That way there’s no way to build an attachment. Like I said, I'm only here for a short while.”

“Good. There will also be a page dedicated to likes, dislikes, the safeword you want to use and what I expect of you. We will meet Monday night so you can give the agreement back to me then we can discuss any questions you may have. I’ll pick you up from your place around six. We also need to discuss that biker you were with and how you so coyly averted answering when I questioned you about it in the text I sent.” I immediately pick up on the utter disgust that seeped off his tongue at the word biker.

“That’s not going to work. I have a shift at the new club I work at that night.” I tell him matter of factly.

I see the way his eyes roll, and his jaw clenches, like he’s trying to bite his tongue from what he really wants to say. “Fine, it’s not optimal but I will pick you up after. Text me when you know you’ll be ready to go and I’ll be outside waiting.”

“What about my car? I’m not leaving it there overnight.” I ask him as he, and I swear legitimately, laughs at me. I mean it was a belly wrenching, straight from the core laugh.

“My, my, I see I’m going to have me a little brat on my hands. I will have your car taken care of. I’ll have my friend ride with me and bring it back to the house. Now, I took the liberty of ordering us some hors d'oeuvres and wine. There’ll also be a dietary form for you to fill out as I need any allergies, medical conditions, etcetera.” He looks up at the last part at something behind me, as I hear the doors to the room open. “Right on time, Cheyenne.”

“Yes Sir. I hope the hor d'oeuvres are to your liking. Would you like to place your order now or I can come back shortly?” she asks meekly, never meeting his eyes with hers.

“Yes, that will be fine.” he tells her dotingly. I wonder if she is one of his subs.

She turns and leaves the room quietly, shutting the door behind her. She would make a great dancer if she isn’t already, because that girl is light on her feet.

Once the door shuts I turn my gaze onto Draco. I pause for a minute, chewing lightly on the inside of my jaw while I debate asking him.

He must sense my quandary, “She is in the lifestyle, but she is not a submissive of mine. At the moment I don’t have an active contract. I’m hoping you’re the remedy to that. But lets enjoy the food and decide on the main course. Would you like some wine?”

“I’m not old enough to drink, I’m only twenty.”

“I know, however, no one is going to question you. So I ask you again. Would you like some wine?”

“No, I’m good.”

“If we move forward, I expect you to address me as Sir. Are you wearing panties?”

“Okay, an odd question to ask someone, but I’ll play along. Yes I am, a thong and it’s black.”

“Stand up and take them off and hand them to me.” he orders. I search his face but find no hint that he’s joking. He can’t be serious right now.

“You want me to take my thong off and sit here with a bare vagina?” I ask, my voice may have raised a slight octave level in surprise.

“Yes, was there something in what I said that you didn’t understand, or do you thrive on being a brat? If so, I see many punishments in your future. I expect that ass of yours to stay a pretty shade of red. Now, again I ask you, take off your thong and give it to me.”

I place both my hands on the table, pushing off, and stand from the chair I’m sitting in. Reaching under the edge of my dress, I grip my thong by the band and slowly pull them down, until I am able to let go and they fall to the ground. Gracefully I step out of them, bending over and picking them up from the floor, before extending my arm out and dropping them on the plate in front of him, then sit back down.

“Are they to your liking?” I ask, then decide to add on at the end curtly. “Sir?”

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