HIS CURVY OBSESSION Chapter 1
ELEANOR POV
RULES FOR SUB
-๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ด๐บ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ (๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐จ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ).
What...! I close the folder and flip it over, look around me.. I'm in the car with Banks. I look at him. He's still driving.
I'm really doing this? Me?
I thought subs are slim? Maybe a tiny bit thick.
Not someone that just reduced to ninety four from one hundred and one kg!
Pressure builds from center of my chest, to lower abdomen to the hole between my legs, back up to my nipples... I'm in heat!
With deep intake of breath, I open it back to read.
RULES FOR SUB
1- ๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ด๐บ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ (๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ, ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐จ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ)
2 - ๐๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ
3 - ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ. (๐๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ) ๐๐น๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ
4 - ๐๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ, ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฑ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต (๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ).
๐๐ถ๐ต๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ.
4- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ง๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฅ.
5- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ฐ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ญ, ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต, ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต, ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ถ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ.
5- Tears are permitted. Begging is heard. Silence, however, will be punished.
6- ๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
7- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐ง๐ฆ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ข๐ค๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต.
8- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด ๐๐ช๐ณ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ด๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ.
9- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ด๐ฉ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ
10- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด
11- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐น๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฆ๐น, ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด, ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ง๐ข๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐บ. ๐๐ฆ.
12- ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
13- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ญ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต
14- ๐๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐บ, ๐ค๐ถ๐ด๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ข๐ด๐ด๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ณ. ๐๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ, ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฏ-๐ด๐ฆ๐น๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต
15- ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ
16- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ถ๐ต๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ฆ.
16๐ฃ- ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด- ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ๐ช๐ด๐ต /๐๐ด๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ง๐ข๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ฑ๐ช๐ด๐ต.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐บ๐ฎ, ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ, ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ.
ย 17- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต.
18- ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ท๐ข๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ
19- ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ
20- ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต.. ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฐ ๐ท๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ.ย
Few minutes later, I'm done, hot, scared and intrigued. My pussy clenches around nothing.
I close the folder, flip it over like it burned me... Considering how hot my throat feels, it did.
I stare out the window at the passing street lights, then look at Banks, he's parked in front of his building, staring at me.
"Come in"
With cold and heavy feet, I follow him into his home
"You can go through the full documents" Banks say and walk into a room. Possibly kitchen.
I settle into the sofa and pick up the document to count.
Fourteen pages.
SUBMISSIVE and DOMINANT. I inhale.
This is me. Eleanor Ashworth. A twenty-nine years old perfume fat girl who is now caught in the attention of a well- known billionaire mogul.
I'm sitting at his dining table with a glass of water I haven't touched and an energy that makes me look like I read fourteen-page legal documents regularly.
I do not.
Especially not one that says I'm selling out my body and time for two million dollars monthly.
But I'm here anyways.
Reading a BDSM CONTRACT because he considers me his next meal.
SUBMISSIVE and DOMINANT. The words settle into my brain. I read romance novels, Reddit threads, perfume constituents and the back of skincare packaging to deal with my dark spot.
Fourteen pages of legal language with sub-clauses is a different ecosystem entirely.
And I'm wondering if this is normal. I'm sure he's busy enough to not stress himself with a legal binding document just to fuck me... Or any girl.
"Ewww" I swallow the bile that strides in.
Without further delay, I pick up the document and start from the beginning anyway.
THIS AGREEMENT is entered into between
Banks O. Wellington
(hereinafter "the Dominant Party") and
Eleanor A. Ashworth
(hereinafter "the Submissive Party")
The Dominant Party.
I look at the ceiling briefly to collect myself and continue.
The financial terms follows our names.
Two million dollars monthly, transferred on the first of each calendar month, with a signing bonus I was not told about that makes me put the document down and pick it up again to confirm the number is real.
Thirty thousand dollars to be paid within the hour I sign this.
"Fuck!" I grunt. It's real
I put it down again and pick it back up.
"Is my pussy made of gold? Why on earth is he paying this much just to fuck it?" I mutter within me. Looking at the door he left through.
Okay and ass... But still. I'm sure with the right manipulation, another guy could've convinced me to do it for free.
My chest heat up and I feel myself sweat.
"Okay Eleanor. Focus."
Page three.
THE EXCLUSIVITY clause follows. Which is what I expected- HIS ALONE.
THE AVAILABILITY terms Follows on page four
Reasonable notice will be given when the Dominant needs the Submissive body or attention.
THE SUBMISSIVE must always be responsive to her Dominant's call and request except in cases of:
1- Life threatening emergency
2- Urgent personal requirement.
From both parties.
THE HEALTH clauses are thorough through pages five to eight: Gynecologist appointments, testing schedule, documentation requirements. All covered, all paid, all assigned to specific people I haven't met yet.
There's a therapy provision on page seven that I read twice because I wasn't expecting it.
Optional but available. Covered.
"Tryna put me through hell?" I think to myself. Because that's the only explanation why you think a sane person will need therapy after fucking you.
"God help me" I muse with loud exhale. He's still not back.
I get to page nine
THE SUBMISSIVE Must dress in a way fitting for the occasion stated by the Dominant.
Beauty, looks, outfits, hair, and every other accessories will be provided for, as deemed by the Dominant and his available team.
The submissive is allowed to choose her preferred style but must look fitting for the event.
I look down at my body. My stomach folds. I'm sure those events involve models, slim girls...
I close my eyes
"Rule number 9 Eleanor" He chose you because I belong.
"Damn it" I exhale and read on
Page 10
THE SUBMISSIVE PARTY retains the right to terminate this Agreement at any time, for any reason, with immediate effect and without financial penalty.
Upon termination, all properties provided under this Agreement remain the property of the Submissive Party under the clause of...
I stop reading
REMAIN THE PROPERTY OF THE SUBMISSIVE?!
The apartment. The cars I can't drive. The wardrobe
Mine? If I leave. If he ends it, under any circumstance.
I put the document on the table and stand up.
My chest racing like it ran a marathon.
Considering I'm about to inherit a fortune, I'm sure it feels the same.
I pick the water I've abandoned on the table, open it and I gulp the whole content. The bottle making a creaking sound that I ignore.
Banks walks back in at that moment and I become self aware. I turn to the side and drop the plastic. Just little water remaining in it.
He holds two coffees and the unhurried energy of a man who has done this before, which he has.
I know, that's why I'm considering this.
There are track record of people who have been involved with him and still sane. Seen. Not dead or mad.
I exhale when his heat touch me.
I'll be fine.
He sits across from me, with a coffee within reach. Then looks at the document and then at my face, an eyebrow quirked up. Ignoring my not so lady like used plastic bottle.
I feel so hot and my heart won't stop racing.
"Sit Eleanor" As if on control, I oblige and take the coffee. The hot, fresh scent grounding me. I place it back down.
Banks is leaning against his sofa- Relaxed and expecting.
I should sign but all I can think of is WHAT LED US HERE? WHY ME? WHAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER?
WHAT WENT WRONG... Or is it what went right?
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