Page 12 of Valentine's Slave

“I don’t consent to photos or videos,” I say, “but how can I be sure you won’t be filming me anyway?”

“You can’t. This is my house, and it would be easy to hide a nearly invisible camera somewhere you would never find it. But I’m a man of my word, and if you don’t trust that, you shouldn’t be signing anything.”

His mix of honesty and reality catches me off guard, and he watches me think for a few seconds. “You have something else on your mind,” he notes.

He’s right. If I accept the deal, I have to accept the risks, that he could be a lying douchebag. I sure hope he’s not, though.

“Well . . . you didn’t talk about blow jobs,” I add. “And I have to be honest, they’re not my favourite thing.”

Shawn loved to choke me with his dick, though he never called it that. And since Valentino seems to be a high-and-mighty dom, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was into the same thing just for the power trip.

“Are you open to sharing your concerns?” he asks in a tone that seems to want to understand, not ridicule.

“How would you feel with a cock jammed down your throat?” I ask.

“It doesn’t have to go down your throat, though you may like it if you learned how,” Valentino explains. “The point is pleasure and power, from both sides. Perhaps your prior experiences have been with selfish men.”

I assumed that all men were like that, expecting it, sometimes even pushing your head into them or grabbing your hair. Gross.

“You’re trying to tell me that you’re not a selfish man?” I ask. “You’re spending fifty grand to buy another human being for a week. How are younotselfish?”

The corners of his mouth go up in something of a smile. I think he enjoys this back and forth. It's a fight, a domination trial.

“I’m also giving said human being fifty grand to receive the most pleasure in her entire life,” he explains. “That sounds pretty generous to me.”

“All depends on how you spin it,” I remark. “And do you give head?”

“Always.”

It sounds like he likes it, or he’s lying to make me think he does. Then again, he could be lying about anything and everything. I literally have no way of knowing.

“Anything else on the agenda?” I ask.

“How old are you?” Valentino asks. “I’ll need a copy of your ID as well before we sign, but I wanted to ask beforehand.”

“Thirty.”

“Perfect. Are you on birth control?”

Hailey has been hounding me to get my IUD removed since forever. She keeps saying how it messes up your hormones and can really fuck you up if you decide that at one point, you want to have kids. I finally gave in and agreed to try her natural take-your-temperature method, but I still have two months left before my IUD comes out.

“I have an IUD,” I say.

“Would you consent to sex without condoms?”

“I need to see your papers first,” I say. “When was the last time you got tested?”

“A week ago,” Valentino says. “The paperwork is right here.” He slides it over to me. “As I mentioned before, there is no ‘exit clause’, so make sure you’re one hundred percent certain that you’re interested before signing.”

This guy is crazy. And yet, I must be, too.

“Right.”

Valentino lays down his pen, and his eyes fall over me again. “Now,” he says, “would you like to meetThe Master?”

A shiver goes down my spine. “Um, I feel like we need another contract just for that.”

“There is no obligation or expectations,” he goes on. “This is simply us getting to know each other to see if we’re sexually compatible. I want to see how you respond to my lead.”

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