Dom Contract Novels & Stories

Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

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He admitted. Jayden nodded in response, standing, and approaching his desk. He returned with a folder in hand, placing it on the table. "This should have been one of the first things he went over with you." He explained to Victor as he opened the folder and showed him the contract inside. "It is different for every dom, but it allows you to decide the things you are comfortable with. The things you cross off would be things that are not done."

The man’s smile slowly faded. “I can’t.” “That’s unfortunate.” “It isn’t my choice.” Ashley noticed the subtle shift in Dominic’s posture. His shoulders relaxed. His breathing slowed. It was almost as though he had entered another state of mind. Dangerous. Focused. Predatory. “You accepted the contract,” Dominic said quietly. “I did.” “And you know what that means.” The stranger nodded once. “I do.” Ashley couldn’t understand a single word they were saying. “What contract?” she demanded. This time, the stranger looked directly at her.

“It’s a Dom/sub contract. I guess actually a Dom/Dom/sub contract.” “Is that common?” “Very. It lays out everyone’s responsibilities and roles. I am responsible for keeping the house, making sure meals are ready and,” she smiled, “other things.” “I don’t need to know the other things.” He used air quotes to emphasize his words. “I hear enough of the other things. By the way, I think buying condoms is a moot point now.” “Anal.” She explained and he nearly spit his drink out. “God bless. A little warning next time.”

That was good enough. "Draft the contract between myself and Dominic," I told him. "Make it ironclad. Everything he owns, from his company to his shares, his properties and his liquidated money shall be transferred to me the moment he signs. And if perhaps he refuses, then his daughter pays the price with her blood." Brandon’s entire body went rigid. I could practically hear the war in his head. He grumbled something under his breath. "You have a problem with that?" I asked. His lips pressed together. "No."

"That wasn't in the contract." Dominic was already shedding his tuxedo jacket, tossing it onto a velvet chaise lounge with a careless grace. He loosened his silk tie, his gray eyes fixing on her with a blunt intensity. "The contract stipulates a 'convincing performance.' Celeste was looking for a crack in the foundation. I simply sealed it." He didn't look like a businessman anymore. With his collar open and his hair slightly disheveled from the night’s wind, he looked dangerous and unpredictable.