16
“You are still with him aren’t you?”
Mabel’s tone was neutral but Rachel could just detect the concern in her voice. She was curled up on a plush cloud sofa with her phone to her ear. When Nate had cleaned her up and given her another shirt of his to wear she decided to explore the place and discovered it wasn’t the other apartment. This was his home, a three-storied stucco with a Victorian look which he said he got off a realtor who owed him a great deal. So far he wasn't pawing her at since he had some work to do and he said she was free to do whatever he wanted. She was done reading the pile of Reader’s digest she had found in a cupboard in one of the rooms. It was when she was bored out of her mind that she decided to call Mabel and Mabel wanted to hear everything!
“Yeah, I would have to go back to the cottage eventually.”
“So…you guys are a thing then?”
Rachel chewed her bottom lip. “A thing? I won’t go that far.”
Mabel’s next response was heavy with sarcasm. “You had sex with him, I think that’s far enough. And boy did I get an eyeful when you got drunk last week. He too care of you, you know? I think he fancies you, coming all the way from Gem Hills and insisting that I rest while he watched over your drunken ass."
That’s because he’s a control freak, Rachel thought.
“And you were all over him. What happened to you, Rach? You used to be the good girl,” Mabel laughed.
She had been asking herself the same question since this morning. Since the first time on Wednesday night, it was like something new awoken in her, a new insatiable curiosity. And as much as she was ashamed to say this – actually she wasn’t ashamed – she wanted more.
“I guess I just want to live a little,” Rachel shrugged. “Being the good girl caught up with me eventually didn’t it? Where’s Jacob now?”
“Hey, Jacob is a loser, everyone knew that before you both got married. I didn’t want to say this when you came over but – I told you. Anyways, I just don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m a big girl, Mabs, I could never get hurt.”
“I know about Nate Madden’s history and that divorce with his ex. It was public news, you know?”
“Mabel I think I should be the one worrying about what other people will say. I know about the divorce, I made a big deal about it at the time didn’t I? Look Nate and I aren’t even a thing, we just have an agreement and we’ll be fine.”
Mabel was silent for a while then she replied resignedly, “Okay I’m not going to pry too much but I hope he gets your life on track for you regardless of this messy divorce Jacob is trying to stage.”
“I hope so too.”
Just then one of the doors on the second floor opened softly and Nate’s soft, muffled footsteps descended the steps. Rachel dropped the phone away from her ear to better hear him. When he appeared on the landing of the living room she couldn’t help the quickening of her heartbeat. God, he was so hot in those new white sweatpants. He had changed into them after the old ones got wet when he was washing her The outline of his huge cock drew her eyes to the front of his sweatpants. Pity, she still hadn’t gotten the chance to look at it again after the first night. When is he going to fuck me again, she couldn't help but wonder.
Nate made his way toward her on the sofa but instead of taking a seat beside her, he drew the plush coffee table closer so that he was sitting in front of her with his elbows propped on his knees. There was no hint of sexual teasing in his eyes as he regarded her. It was only then she noticed the papers in his hand.
"You don't have any sexually related diseases?"
She frowned. "None that I know of."
"Regardless we can get tests done for safety."
It seemed reasonable to her so she shrugged. "Fine."
“If you are sure you want this,” he started in a low firm voice. “There are rules. Let’s see how well you handle the preliminaries, if I’m pleased with your performance we will go to the harder stuff, and from then on to hardcore but -,” he waited until she looked at him again. “only if I’m pleased with you.”
“What do I need to do to please you?” she asked.
Nate smiled obviously pleased. A warmth started in her chest, spreading through her skin to her fingers. She felt like a good schoolgirl.
“This.” He thrust the papers at her. There were 3 sheets of paper stapled together. It was a contract requiring her signature. “Read through it for as long as you like and ask any questions you want.”
She collected the papers. It was still warm, fresh from the printing machine. That’s what he had been working on all day.
On this day -------,
I, Rachel Rivers, with a free mind and open heart accept Nathaniel Madden as my dominant and that he accepts the submission of my will unto him. I ask that as my Dominant, Nathaniel Madden takes me into his care and guidance and encourages growth together in lust and trust. It is my desire as a submissive to satisfy his needs and desires whenever possible, in hopes that I will be found pleasing to him. In order to do so, I offer him the use of my body, abilities, and purpose. I, therefore, agree to obey the following stipulated rules.
Furthermore, I ask that as my Dominant, Nate Madden will accept the responsibility of using my body for the fulfillment and enhancement of our sexual, emotional, and intellectual needs. In order to achieve this, he has unrestricted use of my body.
In submitting my freewill to Nathaniel Madden, I
• Will refer to Nathaniel Madden, licensor of this contract, as Master, Dominant, and Sir unless in directed otherwise by him.
• Will always be ready to satisfy my master’s sexual needs.
• Will never question my master’s orders. If I am unavailable I will dutifully submit a letter of permission to him via email or handwritten.
• Will not have any other sexual partners during the situation of this contract.
And,
• During the duration of this singular contract I will submit myself to be taken care of, fed, and pleased by my master.
Herein is my signature-----, consenting to this arrangement, and here is the signature of my master Nate Madden, licensor of this contract on this day -----.
Rachel looked up from the contract. Nate was watching her closely. She took in a heavy breath, her heart beating even faster. It was pretty intense for her but she couldn’t shake the feeling that for him this was pretty much soft-core. She didn’t know much about his world but she was willing to learn.
She was becoming something even she couldn't recognize.
“If this is too much for you I can let you go,” he said. “I can’t force you into anything unless you are bound by this contract.”
She wanted this not just because of her career but because she was genuinely curious. She wanted an insight into his world, she wanted to change her conception of him. And it seemed to her that in this she would finally understand him.
“I want to be bound by this contract and of my own free will I will sign this contract but unfortunately I don’t have a pen," she teased.
Nate stared at her a long time then a small smile lifted the corner of his lips and he shifted slightly to one side to retrieve a pen from his back pocket which he stretched towards her but when she reached out for it he flipped it to his other hand to put it out of her reach.
“Hey!” she laughed. When she reached for it again he put it further away.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked holding her off with just one hand.
“You want me, don’t you? You want to own me? I’m offering myself to be owned, sir.”
Nate handed her the pen, eyes glued to the page as she scrawled her signature and name over the designated spaces. Once she was done she handed it to him. He took it, fingers brushing hers as he did.
“Welcome to my world, Rachel, there’s no going back.”
