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drawn-out contract. I took it from his outstretched fingers and began to read.
    “We’ll cover basic training, your submission and the time it will take for you to complete everything. I imagine you’ve already found a Master?”
    I panicked because I hadn’t thought this far ahead. In fact, I hadn’t even imagined any of this would be happening as it was.
    “Um, y-yes, Sir,” I stumbled. Instantly I regretted my words. I screamed at myself internally. I should have just stopped things and admitted to my deceit. I just wanted to make sure that Whitney was okay. I didn’t imagine it would lead me to signing myself to such a permanent lie.
    Eric produced a pen from his shirt and took my contract to sign it. He returned it back to me, his illegible signature on the line above where I would sign my name. He turned the pen toward me and waited for me to take it from him. My fingers shook as I removed it from his grasp. I crawled to the table and studied a few of the bullet points as best as I could, but the words were fading into one long sentence. I scribbled my signature and sealed my fate.
    I straightened myself back into my position and waited. Eric seemed to take no notice of my panic, nor did he acknowledge the contract anymore. It was a done deal, and I was his.
    “You’ll take a copy with you when you leave tomorrow,” he explained.
    “Tomorrow?” I squeaked. Eric’s eyes narrowed, and I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Tomorrow, Sir?”
    “Yes, tomorrow, Alexandra. Did you have somewhere else to be tonight?”
    I shook my head.
    Eric smiled, folding his hands into his lap, “Good, because I plan on breaking you in.”
    The lump was back in my throat.
    “I’m curious to think of what Whitney would think if she saw you like this?” He leaned over to rest his head on his knuckles while his other fingers played with the fabric of his pants. “Obviously, she’ll find out about what you’re doing. I’m still deciding how she’ll learn. Perhaps I’ll have her walk in on me fucking you? Or even better, I’ll ask her over, and she’ll find you in her favorite swing.”
    “May I tell her?” I offered.
    Eric laughed at my suggestion. “And have you spoil all the fun? I don’t think so.”
    I pursed my lips together and looked down at my hands.
    “Well then, would you like to get over your fear of being tied up?”
    Though his question made me nervous, there was a chance it would lead to me being allowed an orgasm.
    “Yes, Sir, I would,” I said, my voice shaking on each word.
    Eric patted his lap. “Climb up.”
    I stood and straddled his waist, feeling every inch of him underneath me. He slid his hands up my sides and brought them to cup my breasts. Kneading my skin, he flicked his thumbs against my nipples. The feeling of him was wonderful, but I bit my lower lip and tried holding back my reaction.
    “You may relax, Alexandra. This isn’t a test,” he assured me. “I don’t want to feel like I am trying to seduce a corpse here.”
    I gave a light laugh and tilted my head to watch his sensual massage. His hands fully engulfed my petite breasts, rolling them up and down and plumping the mounds between his fingers.
    “I love the sounds you make,” he whispered. “Just a simple touch and it causes a reaction.”
    He replaced his hands with his mouth and captured one of my aching buds between his teeth. I cried out and grasped his head, lacing my fingers through his dusky blond hair. When his tongue dragged across, I felt it down in the pit of my stomach. Eric used his other hand to snake down my backside. He dipped one finger into my wet center. I pushed against him when it pumped in and out, and then moaned louder when he added a second digit.
    There was no other way to describe the sensation of his hands working my body except that they felt like true heaven. He was molding me to his form, creating something new from what I was. I was so wrapped up in the moment that it barely registered