“I’m a gambling man and you’re a gambling woman. I propose that we make a wager to replace my original terms of my debt collection. One that doesn’t include my turning you over to the authorities.”
I’m suddenly keener to hear what he is offering. “I’m listening.”
“I still want you to be my submissive. I want that more now than I did yesterday. And I’m willing to negotiate our terms to make that happen. Even if it shifts the odds in your favor.”
I’m intrigued. “Tell me more.”
15
Tristan Broussard
The tensingof her facial muscles gives her away. Those wheels in her head are turning. She’s already thinking about how she can best me at my own game. But what she doesn’t yet understand is that I can’t be bested. I’m Tristan Broussard. I invented this game.
And I have Emma Lia Grant exactly where I want her.
I bent. Gave her the ideal vanilla sex that she wants—or rather the ideal vanilla sex that shethinksshe wants. I made it incredible for her. Rocked her fucking world. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. I guarantee that her pussy has never quivered so hard.
But my girl is mistaken about what will satisfy her sexually. She is a natural submissive. I saw all of the signs in her last night. She enjoyed handing over the control and had zero qualms about letting me take the reins in bed. Those legs were eager to spread wide for me. Her eyes didn’t hesitate to close so her mind could shut down and her body could simply feel the pleasure I was giving her.
With my guidance, she will become my ultimate submissive. I’m certain about it. I just need her to give in and let me show her the way.
“The chip system no longer exists. It’s being replaced by this—the random-draw method.”
I take the heart-shaped padlock out of the box and hold out my hand for her to give me the key that she’s holding. “This is the only key that unlocks this padlock.”
I push the key’s shaft into the padlock, turn, and the lock immediately pops open. Over a hundred years old and still works like a charm.
“I propose that we drop this one working key into the box with the other ninety-nine nonworking keys. Each time that you please me, you take one key from the box. When you pull the working key, your debt with me is cleared whether it’s your first or your last.”
She studies the box of keys. “You’ll really clear a hundred-thousand-dollar debt when I pull the key that fits the padlock?”
“I will… if you agree to be my submissive until the time that you pull the right key.”
She looks up, and her eyes lock with mine. “You get exactly what you want. Maybe not for as long as you like or as many times, but you still get what you want.”
“I always do, baby.” One way or another, I always make it happen.
I will be getting what I want if she agrees, but not without bending for her. Again. It’s a necessity to convince her to stay, but my ability to compromise will come to an end once she’s my submissive.
We will fuck the way I want to fuck.
She will suck my cock the way I tell her to.
She will take every drop of cum that I give her in the place of my choosing.
And she will give me her virgin asshole.
“What do you say, Emma Lia? Are you going to take my deal?”
I’m wearing a stoic mask, pretending that I’m not a desperate man. Pretending that I won’t lose my fucking mind if she says no.
“Conditions.”
That’s not a no. “Name them.”
“I want you to destroy all evidence that incriminates Adam and me.”
That’s an easy one. Once I’m done with Emma Lia, I’ll have no use for the surveillance videos. “I will destroy all evidenceafterour relationship ends. But not before.”
