CHAPTER 2

CONTRACT AGREEMENT.

My eyes scanned  the words and my throat tightened.

One year.

Exclusive companionship.

All debts and living expenses paid for.

And in return:

Obedience and discretion.

Pleasure

No outside relationships.

The more I read, the hotter my skin grew. I saw suggestions that made my pulse jackhammer- submission, discipline, ownership.

My hands trembled as I pushed the folder aside. "I…I don't think this type of job is for me."

Dominic leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn't blink or move.

"You're drowning in debt," he said at last. "You can't breathe under it. You need this." His voice was flat and unemotional, but it weighed on me like a knife pressed to my throat.

"This contract's not just about money, Mr. Hale. It's control. You need to submit to it."

The words bruised some part of me deep down. 

“I’m not gay,” I blurted out. Too fast and defensive.

His smile this time was slow and dangerous. It slid across his face like oil. “Never say never. Think of it as an education. You’ll learn more about yourself in a year with me than you’ve managed in your entire life.”

I shook my head, panic and desire fighting inside me. “I can’t…”

He moved with smooth precision. The scrape of his chair against the floor echoed, making my breath hitch as he rounded the desk. He stopped in front of me, so close I could smell the faint, expensive cologne on his skin. His presence filled the room, filled me, until there was nowhere to look but up at him.

"It is either you sign tonight," he said to me, voice low, deep and full of command. "Or you walk away and disappear. But you will never again have this chance again."

My heart was pounding. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. Then, suddenly, his hand closed around my chin. Unyielding and firm. He tilted back my head, forcing me to stare into his eyes.

And then, suddenly, his mouth came crashing down on mine.

It was not just a kiss, it was a claim. It was fierce and hungry, stealing my breath. His tongue pushed past my lips before I could even think about resisting and my body had the decency to betray me. Heat exploded within me, pooling low and hard between my thighs.

It was a trap and I've fallen for it. I moaned in his mouth, helpless, soft and… shameful. When he finally released me, my lips were raw and tingling and my chest was heaving. My cock was throbbing agonizingly against my jeans.

"Now," he said, eyes burning into mine, "sign."

I trembled as I signed my name on the contract as if selling my soul. Dominic took the documents from me, looked down, and then filled a glass of wine. He offered me that with a smirk that made my belly twist with fear and desire.

"Congratulations," he said in a hoarse tone. "Now you're mine, Mr. Hale."

………….

"Come along."

Dominic's voice was as smooth as the smoothest cream, but it carried a sort of authority that you simply could not refuse. I had been soaking up the ambiance when he appeared behind me, and now my legs moved before my head even registered it. He led me down a wide corridor, city lights spilling through glass walls, until we came to a door at the end of it.

The guest room was dim, shadows curling around expensive furniture, the scent of leather and cedar clinging to the air.

“Clothes off,” he said without any hesitation or explanation.

I gasped. "What?"

He didn’t answer with words. He simply loosened his tie, pulled it from his collar and let it fall into a chair near by. Upnext, he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly and deliberately, every click of the buttons echoing in my ears.

The darkness engulfed his form, hiding more than it was revealing, and in some way, that was worse. My mind filled in the gaps my eyes could not see.

I fought with my shirt, my heart pounding in my throat. All movement was awkward under his unblinking gaze. By the time I was naked, my skin was already burning from fear, from shame and from something else. Something I did not dare name. 

“Good," Dominic spoke softly, though the word struck like a command. He moved across the room with deliberate sureness, the shadows enveloping his face but never his shape.

When his fingertips touched me, I jerked. They were firm, anchoring and impossible to ignore.

"You're cold," he informed me not with sympathy, but with repressed amusement.

"I… This is..." My voice cracked.

"New," he said on my behalf. His fingers grazed my jaw, forcing me to look into his eyes. "And yet… not unwanted. You're reacting to my touch, you have potential."

He was right. God have mercy on me, he was right!

What happened next blurred the line between fear and orgasm. His lips seized mine again, tougher this time, claiming all the remaining defenses I hadI was lost in the taste of him, the sheer control in his grip, the way my body betrayed me, responding with a hunger I didn’t know I had. The shadows concealed our movements but the sensations remained palpable. The way his hands found their way downwards and landed on my dick, the sharp nip of teeth at my throat, the overwhelming press of his body pinning me to the mattress. It was all surreal.

With every second, my resistance melted down bit by bit until all that was left was sheer need. 

When he finally pushed his dick into my hole. I felt a mix of emotions. It hurt but… it was hot. She thrust in slowly at first and in no time, he was pounding me with reckless abandon. He had pushed me past my limit to the land of no return. I wasn’t thinking about debt, or shame, or even who I was anymore. I was only aware of him, of Dominic tearing me apart and putting me back together with ruthless precision.

It was overwhelming. It was too much. And yet, it was everything! And when release finally tore through me, it wasn’t just physical shudder. It was surrender.

This was the strangest, most terrifying, most exhilarating sex of my life.

I laid there trembling, my chest heaving and my body humming with aftershocks. Dominic leaned over, his breath hot against my ear.

“Remember this…” he whispered. “It’s only the beginning.”