I know there is a contract, nonetheless it feels weird to read this.
I sighed and read the rest. Somehow the idea of doing this wasn’t scaring me. It was actually too tempting to say no to. Suddenly it sank in what I was about to do. I picked up a pen and went over it one last time, before signing the deal.
My breathing was ragged as I picked up my bag and walked to the door, ready to become his.
Chapter 4
A taxi brought me to a luxurious apartment building on the address that was on a piece of paper included in the envelope. I gave the driver some cash and got out. On the wall was a telecom and I pressed the button next to Dominic’s name.
“Hello?” a voice said.
“Dominic? It’s me, Julie.”
“Ah. Please, come up.”
Something buzzed. I went inside and was greeted by a doorman. The hall was squeaky clean, bright and looked expensive. I walked up to one of the two elevators present and pressed the button, waiting for it to come down. My heart was racing when the doors opened and I stepped inside.
I pressed the button, number twenty nine, the highest level. The wait was long and tedious and I was almost skipping about on my wobbly legs. When the doors opened I faced only one door, once again, just like at the casino.
Walking up to it, I couldn’t help notice my hands shaking as I reached for the door. It opened when I was about to knock. Dominic looked at me with a confident smile. He was wearing a tight, black suit, accompanied by a red tie. When I looked at him all I saw was what I wanted.
“Welcome. Come on in,” he said and he made some room for me and pointed at his loft. I stepped inside and looked around. It was a beautiful loft with on one side a natural stone wall and staircase and on the other side a gigantic bookcase going from the floor all the way to the ceiling, with a balcony somewhere midway and a few steps leading up to it. I marveled at expensive looking white couches and seats, the magnificent view from the window, the golden chandeliers hanging above me.
Dominic closed the door behind me and the thump shook me out of my daydreams about this loft. I turned around and gasped. He was right in front of me, only a few inches away. His lips were so close to mine I could almost taste them.
“Since you’re here, I assume you’ve completed the test?” he asked.
Holy shit, that’s straightforward. I flushed and nodded.
He smiled. “Good. I hope you enjoyed yourself. Have you brought the agreement?”
I took the envelope from my bag and gave it to him.
“Great,” he said and he held out his hand. “Let’s sit down for a few minutes.”
He walked me to his seating area and I sat down on the comfy couch while he poured in some water for me. “Thanks,” I said when he handed it to me. He sat down across from me and opened the envelope to take out the papers.
“I see you’ve signed it. Good. Now, before we start anything, I do want to go over it with you again, just to make sure we both know what we’re getting into.”
“Okay,” I muttered, taking a sip from my water.
He listed all the things that were on the paper, everything I needed to agree to, and everything he would do in return. He said that this night would be a test and that we’d see how it goes from there.
“Do you have any questions, Julie?”
“Ah … yes,” I said, still unsure if I would ask it or not. “Why did you try to find someone through a newspaper ad? I mean, there must’ve been an easier way.”
He chuckled. “Well, if I’d known how these things work, then yes, I might’ve searched for someone through a different channel.”
I almost choked on my drink. “What do you mean ‘if you’d known how these things work’? I thought this was normal to you?”
“The lifestyle is. Searching for a new partner isn’t.” He looked down at the carpet and avoided my eyes.
“Oh … I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” I said, noticing the uncomfortable silence.
“It’s okay. I shouldn’t linger on the past. I’ve found you now and I can’t wait to get started.”
He stood up and suddenly his demeanor had changed. His face had gone rigid and his posture was more imposing. He walked over to me and held out his hand. “Come.”
I was mesmerized by his bright, blue eyes that were coaxing me to come with him. I took his warm, strong hand and he guided me up the stairs. We passed his bedroom, which was quite different, because the bed was suspended in the air, floating above the floor. He opened a door to the left. I was shocked by what I saw.
There were benches with straps and something that looked like a guillotine without the blade. There was a table with metal cuffs and a hammock with holes in it, suspended in the air. There was a chair with clasps on it, a large, red sheeted bed with the same straps and cuffs on each end and a table with all sorts of equipment. Wooden and leather paddles, some with spikes, some without. Whips, chains, slappers, canes, riding crops, more cuffs, scarves, tape and other binding materials, nipple clamps in all sorts with chains attached to them and mini vibrators. On another table there were some candles, a bucket of ice and an assortment of vibrators and dildo’s. On the walls hung a lot of ropes, some masks and outfits in all different kinds, but especially leather and latex.