All Chapters of Pleasure Contract: The Mother the CEO Swore to Dominate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Juliet PierceI was parked on the shoulder of I-95, rain hammering the roof of the car. The sound of rain had always calmed me. My dad used to say, “A real downpour can wash your soul clean, Juliet.” I glanced at the back seat for a moment. My two little ones were sleeping peacefully, curled up under the blanket, as if the entire world hadn’t just collapsed around us only hours ago.Then I looked at myself in the rearview mirror. The deep purple bruises around my eyes were still there. So were the fingerprints on my wrists and the faint marks on my forearms.A brutal reminder that years of love, sacrifice, and devotion had always been repaid with screams, slaps, punches, kicks… I straightened my spine and gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white.From this day forward, I was no longer Juliet Monroe. I was Juliet Pierce again.The phone rang one more time. Him. There was nothing left to say. I had signed the divorce papers. And—even deceived—he had signed too. I drie

Juliet PierceI still hadn’t decided how this place made me feel… until my eyes landed on the locker-room bench. The second they did, every feeling vanished. I just froze.Samy and I stood there like statues for what felt like forever. Neither of us moved. Our eyes couldn’t decide where to look first.“Is this… actually the staff changing room?” I whispered.“No,” Samy said, throwing her arms wide. “This is a porn set from another planet. We are just here to waitress, right?”She didn’t even glance at me when she asked.I swallowed hard. “I really, really hope so.”We stayed rooted to the spot, taking it all in, cataloging every insane detail.The room was huge: dark wooden lockers lining the walls, perfectly labeled storage boxes, everything immaculate. But hanging from a rack in the corner were outfits that wouldn’t look out of place at a very expensive, very adult Halloween party: leather corsets, sheer lace dresses that hid absolutely nothing, Venetian masks with feathers and chai

Chapter 4 – I’m CertainNoah BlakeAnother night I didn’t want to be here. But my partner and best friend, Declan Reed, insisted. Said I’d been hiding long enough.Ever since I ended my last contract, I hadn’t touched anyone. The available subs who drifted through the club weren’t my type. Too eager. Too practiced. Too… easy.The second we walked in, Atlas came straight over with that damn smirk.“Two new waitresses tonight,” he said. “Complete vanilla. First time in a place like this.”Reed raised an eyebrow. “You hired vanilla?”“They’re competent. Glowing references. And after the mess with the last girls… a little innocence might actually be good for business.”From my seat I had a perfect view of them. The brunette was pretty. The blonde? She demanded attention without trying.“I’m telling you,” Atlas went on, “they’re magnets. Especially the blonde. Juliet.”“Which one’s Juliet?” Reed asked.“The blonde.” Atlas’s grin widened. “Polite. Obedient. ‘Sir’ rolls off her tongue like s

Chapter 6 – Now I AmJuliet PierceI slept like the dead. So did Samy. I guess adrenaline crash plus a whole bottle of “Frenchman” will do that.I woke up first, slipped out of bed, brushed my teeth, threw on jeans and a tank top. Celeste had taken the kids to the park, which meant I actually had a couple of quiet hours before the chaos returned.Coffee. That was step one.“Morning, sunshine!” I chirped when Samy finally zombie-shuffled into the kitchen.“Morning? For who? I feel like I got hit by a truck.” I slid a steaming mug into her hands.“That’s the magic of a good Frenchman.” She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d get stuck.“How do you wake up happy every single day?”“When you spend seven years in the dark,” I said softly, “you learn to be grateful every morning the sun comes up.”Samy’s face fell. “Ju, I didn’t mean—”“It’s okay.” I smiled to let her know I meant it.I grabbed my purse. “I’m hitting the market before the kids get back. Want to come?”“Can’t. Meeting J

Chapter 8 – I Tasted HerNoah BlakeI don’t do relationships. I don’t even believe in love.Women are for pleasure. For satisfying my needs. Submissive. Obedient. Temporary. Contracts with clear start and end dates, so when it’s over no one gets hurt.But I’m not an asshole. None of the real Dguns are. We’re often more attentive, more protective than most vanilla men who swear they’re “in love” while cheating behind their wives’ backs. We demand exclusivity—both ways. That’s non-negotiable.Tonight I was early. Too early. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this eager to walk into Paradise.Reed and I stepped inside, and I spotted her immediately. She didn’t see me.I sat in my usual spot and watched. Her friend bounced around the room like a kid in a candy store. Juliet—still wearing that damn mask, hiding the face I was dying to see—stayed glued to the bar. Only left when a tray needed delivering, then hurried right back to Caio’s side.“You’re starting to look like a creep,”