Pearl
Ididn’t need to think it over.
I knew I was going to say yes regardless of what was written in that contract.
The contract she’d already drawn up and had on hand because she knew I would call.
But, lo and behold, I didn’t call.
I looked her up, found her company, and snuck into her lobby to wait for her. I would have gone up to her office on the twentieth floor if I thought I’d get past security.
I caught her off guard. I wanted to use the minuscule bit of control I had to make her work for it. Even though I knew where this was going.
I would be hers. Her sex toy. Her slut. Even if there was no contract, I'd still let her do whatever she wanted to me.
I was desperate for her in a way that was downright obsessive. Every free moment I had I fantasized about what it would be like to be hers. To be ravaged on every flat surface available.
Bent over that table in her office. Pushed against the wall of that elevator. Riding her fingers in her car.
I need to get a grip on those fantasies if I want to make her wait.
Back in high school, Emerson seemed to have the entire school on a leash. Whether students or teachers, everyone acted as if she was in charge. It didn't matter that she was a student or a minor. Whatever she said, people listened.
She was used to having everything go her way, and there was no doubt in my mind that’s how her company had grown so fast. She would never take no for an answer, and when she set her mind on something, she would get it. Even if she had to force others’ hands in the process.
But I was older now, and I saw the contract for what it was.
She wanted me, and she was willing to pay for it, but I didn’t need the money. Not anymore.
But I wantedher. As fucked-up as it might be, I wanted Emerson.
And now that I could finally see her, I knew the contract meant she wanted me to.
That gave me power, and maybe I was enjoying myself a little bit too.
I floated through my shift, not caring about the looks my coworkers were giving me or the rude customers. All I could think was Emerson wanting me. She was waiting for me.
I was so ecstatic I couldn't stop myself from giggling multiple times during my shift just at the thought. It was the happiest I'd been in years. And, after everything, I felt like I deserved it.
Once I was done with work, I got my stuff and headed out the front door only to pause when I saw Emerson waiting for me outside.
She was leaning against her car, her tie had been loosened, the suit jacket opened, and the first few buttons of her shirt had been undone. Her reddish-brown hair was pushed back like she had run her fingers through it one too many times.
She looks… wild.
My heart stopped in my chest as heat rose up my entire body and excitement ran through me.
I walked to her, and just as I expected her to say something, she simply opened the passenger door and motioned for me to go in. Like she knew I wouldn’t say no.
Emerson had always been that way. An unshakeable confidence. It had always caused my insides to melt, but in this situation, and after she’d thoroughly destroyed me, it was that much hotter.
It brought out something new in me.A playfulness.
“Well, good evening to you too,” I said as my hand tightened on my bag. Her hand came up to touch the small of my back, and I stepped into her car.
I might have bent over a bit too much, unnecessarily, while doing it, which lifted the skirt of my dress. I wanted her to see. Wanted to test just how far I could push her before her hands were on me.
I loved the involuntary groan from Emerson before she walked around to the driver side. It let me know that I had her right where I wanted her.
