My 3 Contract Lovers

[10]

[Lucien]

I glared at Tyson’s back as he finally left the office. Mr. Baker cleared his throat, and the air was thick with tension.

“Well then, shall we?” he suggested, and I nodded as my gaze locked onto my potential consort. She had clearly just finished signing her contract with Tyson, which bothered me. A lot. I hated sharing but I wasn’t in the mood to try and find another consort. Not only that, but my groin reacted to her quite strongly. I slowly walked over to her, where she still stood with her head bowed and her submissiveness excited me. “King Owen, this is Miss Bianca Fellam, Bianca, this is King Lucien Owen,”

“Or Master,” I remarked, and I enjoyed how her cheeks went pink as she lifted her head to look at me. Our eyes locked and after a moment, she looked down and that only excited me further.

“Hello,” she whispered.

“Hello, what?” I demanded.

“Um…hello Master?” she then said and I smiled. It was posed as a question, but she would soon learn.

“Hmm,” I simply hummed out before I sat down. Bianca carefully lowered herself back into her seat and I had a feeling she and I would get along famously.

“Right, well, Bianca, do you have any questions or anything for King Owen?” Mr. Baker questioned, and I bristled at the title. The man simply irritated me, and I wanted this meeting to get over with as quickly as possible.

“Ah…” she hesitated, and I could tell that she was nervous and unsure. “In the contract, um…you said that…you ah…” she was not in control of herself and I glanced over at her. Her cheeks were flushed and a delicious shade of pink. Her forehead was wrinkled slightly in a frown, and she was twisting her fingers nervously.

“I stipulated that my requirements are s****l,” I stated, and she nodded. I looked pointedly at Mr. Baker and I cringed at the eager look on his face. The man was downright disgusting. It made me sick. “Mr. Baker, would you mind giving me and my consort a moment alone?” there was never a reason for a consultant to be around when discussing the privacy issues of a contract. He didn’t look happy though, but he knew better than to argue with me, so he stood up and left the office. He was annoying but when I heard the door click behind him, I stood up. “Do you have a problem with that, Bianca?” I then asked. She looked as though she was about to pass out and I frowned.

“I don’t…know,” she finally answered.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” I asked as I stared at her.

“I’ve never…I mean, I am a…” she didn’t even need to finish that as I realized what she meant.

“Virgin,” I stated softly, and she nodded. “I see,” this was the first time I had been faced with such a situation and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I was aggravated since the ball hadn’t allowed us to mingle with the guests. This could have all been avoided.

“But I mean…it’s not like I was saving it or something,” she then muttered, and this pleased me, I wasn’t sure how I felt about taking her virginity. Even if she wasn’t saving it. It was still something that should be special, and I didn’t do special.

“Bianca, look at me,” I said softly, and she slowly brought her head up and gazed over at me. Her eyes were shining with emotions, and I sighed. “Since you are a virgin, what do you know about s*x?” her face got even pinker, and I smiled. “Nothing, I take it?”

“Sorry, is that…I mean, is it an issue that…I don’t know?”

“Not really, it’s more an issue that you are. Your first time should not be with me,” she looked utterly surprised by that before she dropped her gaze back to her hands. “It should be special, Bianca. You may not be saving yourself, but your first time should be memorable,”

“And…and you can’t…you don’t want…I mean, s**t,” she cursed softly, and I was surprised by the word. “Don’t you want me?” her words came out in a rush, and I was taken aback as my mouth fell open.

“Of course, I want you, I wouldn’t have chosen you otherwise,” I snapped. She looked up in surprise and I grimaced. “I do want you, Bianca, but your first time should be special,” I pointed out, and she looked back down.

“You can’t make it special…Master?” her question and usage of the word ‘Master’ had me considering it.

“I suppose I could,” I then said softly, and I saw her lips twitch up in a smile. “In the meantime, I want you to do some research. Although we will be signing this contract with the organization, you and I will have a contract of our own,”

“Huh?” she looked up once again but avoided eye contact. She was beautifully submissive and I was eager to have her. I had some planning to do, but she had some work to do as well.

“Do you have any plans for lunch?” I decided to change the topic somewhat. I hated discussing things here, and I wanted to sign the contract and leave.

“No…” she whispered, and I nodded thoughtfully.

“Would you consider signing the contract and then joining me for lunch?” Bianca nodded and I smiled. “Good girl,” I praised her. She seemed confused by that, but I ignored her as I headed for the door and pulled it open. “We are ready to sign,” I told Mr. Baker. He didn’t seem impressed, but he was relieved. We finished signing the contract rather quickly, and I was grateful for that. Bianca and I left Mr. Baker’s office together and although she was quiet and withdrawn, I didn’t mind the silence. Once we were outside, I led her to the car I had waiting, and even then, she was quiet. The drive home was tense, but at the same time, it was comfortable. I realized that she was thinking about everything, and I left her to it. She would have a lot more to think about after lunch.

“You live here?” her question caught me off guard and I looked over to see her gazing out of the window. I turned and looked out my own window as I tried to see it through her eyes. The grounds were large and surrounded by a red brick wall that seemed to be endless as it stretched around the property. I never spent any time in the gardens but I wanted to see it as she did. The grass was green and kept short. The bushes or flowers were systematically placed and tended to and the colors made it seem cheerful and beautiful. The fountain that stood large and proud in the middle of it all, added to the mystical feeling the garden provided. It was rather nice but my eyes went to the mansion itself and I smirked. It was more than a mansion, I would probably list it as a castle even though it was somewhat smaller. The red brick made it stand out against the blue of the sky and the size of it was still impressive. A black tiled roof with black accents just added to the character of the place. I was proud of it, regardless, but as I glanced back at Bianca, she seemed to be intimidated by it.

“Don’t be afraid,” I said to her as the car came to a stop. Within minutes, I was leading her up the steps to the double doors that opened before we arrived. My trusted butler stood ever-ready and inclined his head in greeting. “Keith, let the kitchen staff know that I have a guest for lunch,” I said to him before I led Bianca through the foyer and into the nearest sitting room. She looked around but this time I wasn’t interested in taking in my surroundings. “I don’t use this floor all that much,” I said honestly.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “Master,” she quickly added, and although I found her adorable, I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Please, just call me Lucien…for now,” I said to her as I sat down on the grand armchair. She nodded as she carefully sat down on the couch. She faced me but her eyes were downcast. “This mansion has five floors, the first floor – this one – is used mostly by the staff that works here. Of course, I make use of the ballroom from time to time as well as this sitting room. Most of the time, you’ll find me on the top floor. That is where my private quarters are,”

“Ok,”

“That will also be where you will be,” I added. “But for now, let’s discuss our personal contract,”

“Ok,” this time she looked at me and I smiled.

“My s****l preferences aren’t considered…I want to say normal, but for me it is normal. Have you ever heard of b**m?” her facial expression didn’t change as she shook her head. “All right, b**m means bondage and discipline. Dominance and submission. Sadism and masochism,”

“I have no idea what any of that means,” she admitted with a soft blush. I nodded. I had been expecting that and I was prepared to explain. After all, as a dominant, it was my role to make sure that my submissive understood and gave full consent.

“Bondage is when you are consensually tied up, by bindings of some sort. Being restrained during s****l stimulation…to some degree,” she looked surprised, but I kept going. Discipline means that the submissive follows the rules and regulations. Although that isn’t just subjective to the submissive but to the dominant as well. Rules are put into place for both our protection and safety and is to be followed at all times,” she nodded slowly as she took in the information. “Dominance and submissive. I am dominant and you would be submissive, and may I say, you fit the role perfectly,”

“I do?”

“Indeed, you do. The relationship between a dom and a sub involves our own rules and that is something that we can discuss more at a later stage. Sadism and masochism are all about the enjoyment of pain. For masochists, it is about enjoying the pain inflicted upon you. For sadism, it is about being the one to inflict the pain,”

“P-pain?” she stuttered and I could smell the fear on her. I quickly leaned forward in hopes of giving her comfort.

“Pain can be at any level. Some prefer small bursts of pain rather than extreme pain,”

“I don’t want any pain,” she hurriedly argued and I smiled as I sat back. I didn’t want to scare her, but she had no idea what she liked. She was a virgin. Inexperienced and I would have fun teaching her.

“Of course, now, when you return home, I want you to do your research. Read as much as you can and when we meet again, we can further discuss our roles and the contract,”

“Um…ok,” she said, and I had a feeling she was more than simply scared. “And how often…I mean, how many times…shit,” she cursed yet again as she stared at the floor, and I leaned back in my seat and observed her. She needed to feel comfortable enough to talk freely with me, so I remained silent and gave her the opportunity to say whatever she needed to say or ask her questions. “I guess what I am trying to ask is…how often do you want to do this?”

“Do what? Have lunch?” I couldn’t help being sarcastic and she gave me a look before she looked away. That moment. That look made my heart soar. She was feisty even if she was submissive. This made me feel elated. “That is something we can discuss at our next meeting, for now, let’s have some lunch,” I spotted one of the servants standing by the door and I gave her a nod. Bianca was going to be my greatest lover yet; I could feel it.