Intense

The Client agrees to provide all basic needs the The Seller for the duration of the contract, here listed as One Month. The Client agrees not to harm The Seller without her consent. The Client agrees to allow The Seller to contact The Syndicate at least once a day, and The Client will submit to all inspections by The Syndicate.

The Seller agrees to obey The Client unless it risks her safety. The Seller agrees to do everything in her power to satisfy The Client. This includes but it not limited to sexual favors, housework, emotional comforts, public displays, gifts, and so on. The Seller is owned by The Client and is bound to do her duty.

The contract goes on from there, dropping into ever more legalistic jargon, but that opening is fascinating. It’s unlike any contract I’ve ever seen, and the bit about thieves and retribution is fascinating. The Syndicate is obviously a serious and professional group just based on their facilities, but this contract hints at something much more.

I skim the rest of it. Everything seems standard, laying out NDA clauses, liability clauses, and finally payment. The amount I bid on her is listed there at the bottom. I smile and turn the page toward her.

“Did you see this?” I ask.

Aria glances down and looks back up at me. “I did,” she admits.

“How does that make you feel?”

She pauses for a second, clearly searching for words. Finally, she says, “I’m not worth that much money.”

I stare, surprised. I didn’t expect that response, but it hints at something much deeper to her.

“You’re worth more than two million,” I say.

“Maybe,” she says, looking away.

I watch her for a moment then turn the contract back to me. I flip to the last page and sign it, not needing to read the rest of it.

That moment sealed it for me. I have to have this girl. I need her. I want her more than I could ever have imagined. Not just because I’m paying two million dollars for her, but because she fascinates me. The money is nothing. But her submission, her obedience, her genuine seduction... that’s worth it all.

Once the pages are signed, the door suddenly opens and the young woman steps inside. “Are you all ready, Mr. Locks?” she asks.

“I am,” I say, standing.

“Good. Please, bring that contract and follow me.”

I look at Aria and she smiles at me. “See you later,” I say.

“Yeah. See you.”

I smirk at her for a second longer then turn and follow the woman out of the room.

My heart is hammering and I don’t know what’s going to happen from here. I just signed that insane contract and now it’s official. I’m going to pay these people then take Aria home with me.

I own her. She’s mine. I bought her for an absurd sum of money and I get to do whatever I wish with her for one month.

And I wish to seduce her until she’s begging for me, genuinely begging for me, out of her mind with desire.

4

Aria

I feel better as soon as I get a chance to change into normal clothes.

Meeting Ethan for the first time made me feel things I never expected. He wasn’t at all what I assumed he’d be. He’s interesting, attractive, smart, and funny. He made me feel comfortable, despite that one tiny blip in the conversation. I actually found myself wanting to be around him, and not just because I’m getting paid.

I still can’t believe how much he spent. If I make it through this and everything goes as it should, I’ll walk away with over one million dollars. I won’t ever have to do anything like this again. I’ll pay off my debts, find a new apartment, find a new job, or maybe even go back to school. I’ll have options again. I’ll be free.

But only if I get through this.

As soon as Ethan leaves, ponytail comes back and takes me into the back rooms again. He instructs me to get changed, which I do, and he brings my bags. Once I’m in street clothes, and feeling much more comfortable, I carry my two bags full of all my earthly possessions out through a back door and into a big black sedan.

Ethan is sitting in the other seat, waiting for me. Once ponytail closes the door, I realize that I’m really doing this. I’m really going home with this man.

“Welcome,” he says. “Ready?”

I nod. “I’m ready.”

“It’s not a far drive. I live downtown.”

“Really?”

He nods as the driver pulls out. We head down Broad toward the center of the city. “It’s an old house. Well, six old houses. I bought them up and renovated them a few years ago.”

“You live in... six houses?” I can’t help but laugh.

“I know, it’s absurd. Too much space for just me. Truth is, I spend a lot of time in the office.”