“Yet. Thank you, I guess. But no thank you.” I started toward the door when he gently pulled my elbow.
“I don’t mean to be offensive. But I hope you can see the value in my honesty. I don’t often see women who pique my interest; I don’t see things I just have to have. But I feel like you are one of them. You’re beautiful. From the warm hue of your skin, expressive eyes, button nose, full lips, down to the spread of your hips. I want you. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since we crossed paths all day. But I am an honest man. Honest with myself before I can be honest with anyone else. A man like me has no time for a partner. I don’t have a woman now, nor do I see anyone. I don’t have time for long-term situations because I could be here today, in New Mexico tomorrow, in Canada the next, and in Brazil soon after. I don’t have time to be a family man. The most that I can offer a woman is a night that she’ll never forget. If you’ll allow me to, Madame, I want to give you that night. A night that will have your pulse spiking and cheeks flushing every time you think about it. A night that will allow you to surrender to someone other than your work schedule. I want to be that person. I won’t insult you by saying, "Name yourprice." But if there is anything that your heart desires, please let me know, and it’s done.”
He had closed the space between us completely as he used his fingers to trace my jawline while he talked. Admittedly, my pulse spiked just as he claimed it would.
I took a step back and headed toward the door.
“Have a great day, Dinero,” I said, pulling open the door and immediately scanning the hallway for Big A. He was standing near the other guards, waiting with his hand resting securely on his Glock.
“You okay?” He questioned me as soon as I neared him.
“Perfect,” I said.
We got to the truck, and he opened the back door for me. I slid against the leather seats, letting out a grunt as I struggled to take off the boots that were not made for walking, and then rubbed the ball of my feet.
I laid my head against the headrest and closed my eyes to try to relax. The strange “collaboration opportunity” came to my mind and made me chuckle. I wasn’t offended in the least by what he asked. What he described is exactly who I am at my core. A person who didn’t care to settle down and preferred sexual experiences over long-term relationships.
My phone vibrated multiple times in my purse. Now that I was finally away from the event, I decided to check my messages.
The one that had just come in caught my eye first.
Unknown: Madame, I would love it if you took a couple of days to think about what I asked you. I won’t make this weird and contact you again should you say no. But please take some time to look over my contract. You don’t have to make a decision today, and if I don’t hear back from you in the next week, I’ll take your silence as an answer. I look forward to hearing from you soon.
My hands were shaky as I viewed his contract. At first, I was just being nosy. I thought it was going to be a non-disclosure. But this was a dominant-submissive contract. Now my nosiness had turned into full-blown intrigue. I had never been dominated, and the more of the clauses that I read, the more I felt the need to see what it was about.
This is some billionaire shit.I said in my head but laughed aloud at the thought, making Big A glance in the mirror at me. It was true, though; it seems like the more money a man had, the kinkier the shit he was into.
As I got to the bottom of the contract, the last one was a pleasure guarantee. My eyes bucked as I read the clause. It was a very bold statement; the way it read made me wet. I crossed my legs one over the other until I finished reading.
Section 9.4 – Pleasure Standard.The Dominant acknowledges that the Submissive's pleasure constitutes a material term of this Agreement. Accordingly, during each designated pleasure session, the Dominant shall ensure that the Submissive experiences no fewer than five (5) orgasms within the first ninety (90) minutes of the session. In the event this standard is not met, and the session was not interrupted due to the Submissive's withdrawal of consent, invocation of a safe word, illness, injury, or other circumstance beyond the Dominant's reasonable control, the Submissive shall be entitled to compensation of one hundred thousand dollars.
“This nigga said he’ll put his money where his mouth is,” I mumbled as I scrolled past that last clause and only found the signature lines. Then I exited the message thread.
There was a lot going on. This was a very detailed contract that required a lot. He had outlined everything he wanted for that one night. He also said that upon signing, he’d provide everything he required, which was a laundry list. He wanted me to wear white and have jet-black hair, thirty-four inchesor longer. He also wanted my nails and toes to be French manicured.
But he didn’t stop there.
He had very specific hygiene requests. He said for seven days prior to the desired date, I should only drink alkaline water and consume fruit at least once a day. The day before and the day of, I should bathe in antibacterial soap. And when I arrive, I should arrive fragrance-free and freshly waxed.
This was a lot to take into consideration. But still, I was interested.
I put the thoughts of Dinero behind me as I pulled through the gate of my community. I didn’t want anything more than to shower and lie down. The sun beat us all day, and my shower was screaming my name.
“Thank you, goodnight,” I said as A opened the door for me.
“Goodnight, Boss Lady.” He said with a chuckle, standing behind me as I tucked the boots under my arm and walked up to my door.
My night was over, but somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking about the man who had approached me with such a brazen request.
Then the week went by. I contemplated for an entire seven days.
By the seventh day, I went back to our messages. And completed the DocuSign for the contract. As promised, he left everything completely up to me. He hadn’t reached out since he sent over the contract. When I finished, I didn’t let him know it was completed; I just left everything hanging in the air.
The rest of the day, I was anxious. More so because I had just signed up for the unknown.
I had spent the week doing a ton of research on the man who had invited me into his space. It was something that I often did, but not to this extent. I’ve seen everything there is to knowabout him. No criminal record- not even expunged or sealed. No known scandals. No silent settlements paid. I called my contact at the pharmacy, and he hadn’t been prescribed any psych meds- or medication at all except for a sinus infection. I was even able to obtain the properties that he owned, his financial history, and even his credit score.
He was as clean as a whistle.
