You Are Mine

The Contract

Nicole,

After the wedding of the century, Adrian forced me to take pictures with him flaunting the ring in the camera. 

"You can't force me to smile, let go of me," I said, trying to break free from his hold as he held me to the camera, pulling my hand up to show the ring. 

"I don't care if you are happy," he said, still holding me. "I need your father to see the rings, so he knows I'm not joking around with him."

Anderson, stood there holding the camera, with an amused grin. Finally, he got the shot he wanted and let go of me. He gave Anderson instructions to mail the pictures to my family home in Toronto and dismissed everyone in the room, as he went around to his seat behind his desk.

I turned to leave too, but he stopped me. "Not you Nicole. Come back and sit." 

What now? I thought. He could not be thinking of more ways to ruin my life, could he? I turned around and walked back to his desk, standing with my arms crossed on my chest. 

"What?" 

"Sit down," he ordered as he rummaged through the drawer under his desk.

"I'm good standing thanks." I shot back. 

"You clearly have not learned to obey yet, but we'll fix that soon," he said as he stood up and turned to where I was standing. "For the last time, sit your ass down Nicole," he said through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching hard. 

I could sense that he was pissed, and he was standing so close to me all it would take to send me flying across the room was one hit. I would not put it past him to do that, so I took the other seat far from him. He followed me and leaned on the desk next to me, he was twice my height with him standing and me sitting. My face was at his crotch level, and I pushed the chair back slightly to put some space between us. 

He just chuckled and reached for the document behind him. "Read it," he said, throwing it in my lap. 

'What is this? We already signed all the marriage documents so..." 

"Just read it. Why are you so f*****g stubborn?" he groaned. 

I sighed and opened the document. My eyes widened in horror, as I read the first page. 

Dominant and submissive contract between Adrian Davonte and Nicole Peters Davonte. 

"What is this Adrian?" I yelled as I got to my feet angrily. My face red with anger and hot tears, and my chest pumping more than usual. 

"I would have expected you to know how to read, but since you can't let me explain it to you," he said casually. "That document is to state that you accept to be my submissive and slave for the next six months. You give consent to everything that would happen between us for the next six months, and you do not have a problem with it, in fact, you want it. I can have you when I want, how I want, where I want, without question." he said sternly. 

"You must be a sick bastard to think that I would sign these," I said, more tears running down my face uncontrollably. 

"You will," he said confidently, with a smug grin. Nothin I would not give to wipe that arrogance off his face.  

"Just because you forced me into this relationship does not mean that you can pull such a disgusting stunt," I said, waving the paper in his face. "If you need a slave so bad, go buy yourself one Adrian. But let me make one thing clear, I will never sign this." I threw the paper on the desk and made my way to the door. 

I was close to the door when I heard a low chuckle, followed by the soft voice of my mother sobbing. I stopped dead in my tracks and pivoted, making my way back to his desk. He held his Ipad in his hand revealing the hidden camera he had placed in our home back in Canada, and here in New York. 

"I miss her so much Clark." My mom was still sobbing, sitting on the living room couch with a large shawl wrapped around her and Dad sitting next to her. 

"I know..." he paused it abruptly, seizing the phone from my sight. 

More tears rolled down my eyes as I stood there, mute, unable to move. 

Adrian had an arrogant smirk on his face as he knew he had me just where he wanted. "Now, sit," he ordered.  

Without so much as a whimper, I sat back on the chair, wiping my eyes softly. He took the contract again and stretched it out to me. I took it from him, without looking at him. 

"I am not forcing you to do anything Nicole," 

"You would have had me fooled," I muttered.  

Ignoring me, he continued speaking. "I'll give you a few hours to go through it, and since I'm a very loving husband," he said sarcastically, earning a scoff from me. "I'll let you cross out five clauses you do not wish to accept just yet, but that does not mean I'll be removing them completely."

I simply nodded, eyes still looking down, filled with tears. 

"You can walk out of this whenever you want, But I would have you know that if you leave before the six months is over, or cut the contract short for any reason, there will be fatal consequences." 

"Like what?" I shot back, giving him a sharp look. A reaction I very quickly regretted. 

He just chuckled and took out his phone. After a few minutes of silence, an almost familiar voice filtered through the phone.

"Good day, Boss. Still in position. Should I take the order?" the man asked. 

Without saying a word, he ended the call and put the phone back down, seeing I had gotten the message. 

"That would happen." 

I understood what that meant, and as much as it pained me, I had no other choice. I loved my parents too much, and everything I would do from here on would be solely for them, they would always come first. 

"What will you do to me when I sign this?" I choked out. 

He took a long sigh, studying me as he stroked his chin carefully with a smirk. Finally, he leaned into me, nose almost brushing mine, and spoke in a voice that sent shivers down my spine. "We'll just have to wait and see." 

*** *** *** 

"This is your room ma'am," the maid Adrian had sent to escort me said as she led me into a large room, with rich grey, white and black fabrics defining the bed and windows. The bed could well have been three times bigger than my princess bed back at home, and at the far end of the room, there was a large flat screen tv, that I could swear was a few inches taller than me. A black sofa, on the left side of the bed, a kingsized chair on the right, a glass flower pot taller than the tv, filled with large white lilies. 

Inside the room, there were two other doors. The maid followed me from a small distance as I pushed the door open to reveal a large walk-in closet, leading to a bathroom. The closet also had a black theme, the only colors that caught my eye were from the different shoes laid out on one side of the closet and some cream colored wooden boxes placed all around the top of each closet. Most of the clothes were black, a few were white clothes but overall everything was black. 

It was then it dawned on me that I had been brought to Adrian's room. Now all the black made sense. I stormed out of the closet to the maid. 

"Why did you bring me here? He said to bring me to my room," I said as calmly as my anger could let me. 

"I'm sorry, ma'am," she said, eyes facing the ground, and she was almost fidgeting. "The boss asked me to bring you to this room, I'm really sorry." 

I took a deep breath, realizing I should not have been so rude to her, she was only following orders. "I'm so sorry," I said, taking a step toward her, "I should not have been so rude, also, please just call me Nicole," I said stretching my hand to her. 

She looked up, fear filling her eyes, and reluctantly took my hand. 

"Please don't be scared of me," I said in a soft voice. In the last few hours I had known what it felt like to be oppressed and truly be afraid of someone, and I could only imagine what she and the other maids have had to put up with every day, under that bastard. 

She nodded carefully, and after a few seconds, she warmed up to me and stopped looking down. She looked like she was around my age, in fact, if she was not, she would only be a year or two older. She uttered something about having some work to do before turning around for the door. 

"What's your name?" I asked as she opened the door to leave. 

"My name is Marie," she said shyly and left me alone to the comfort of my new bedroom. 

I thought of sitting down on the bed, but that seemed like a bad idea since Adrian had not said I would stay here. 

I sat down on the sofa instead and opened the contract, holding the pen Adrian had given me. I opened the first page and skimmed through the information. It was just an introduction of what our relationship was going to be like, my name, next to his, and a blank space for our signatures. 

Things were not so easy to understand from the second page. It went into more detail, using s****l terms I had never heard of before. A list of rules, like when to eat, what to eat, when I could or couldn't go out. It also said I was not allowed to have alcoholic beverages or recreational drugs, and so on, the list was long. But the one that catches my attention most was that part that said he was allowed to flog, whip or spank me whenever he deemed fit. All of my life, no one had ever raised a hand to me, not my parents, not my non-existent boyfriend, and obviously not my best friend. But here I was willing to sign a contract that would give this monster the permission to do all of those horrible things to my body. 

I felt like Ana, going through the strange contract, but the obvious difference between us would be that she was not being forced into something she did not want to do, she was not an eighteen year old with no other choice but to sign a contract that could either save or cost her parents their lives. She also had to take things at her pace, whereas I was given just a couple of hours to skim through and make a decision, and to top it off, I had never heard of these words before, and I did not have a f*****g phone to check the internet. 

I let out an exasperated breath and read through it for the fourth time. He had said I had the choice to cross out five limits—for now. An opportunity I intended to make full use of. If it were up to me I would cross out every last one of them, hell if it were up to me, I would not even be here right now, in this horrible room that only reminded me of sadness, with all the black thrown up and down in a depressing yet sophisticated and sexy way. If it were up to me, I would be in my room sharing prom gossips, with my best friend, eat some snacks, and planning how we would spend our lives being best friends forever. 

My blood boiled as I thought of how my entire life had been changed in just a day. How I changed from the little princes to the boss's wife and soon to be submissive. 

As if on cue, the knob twisted, and Adrian strolled in, hand in his pocket, looking so sexy yet so evil with that wicked smile on his face.

 I take back every sexy thought I ever had of you. I screamed—inwardly. 

"Is this what you want to do to me?" I asked, gesturing to the contact sitting on my lap.

"It's been two hours, why are you not done yet?" he asked, ignoring my question, as he towered over me. 

"Because I do not understand most of the words here, and a sick psychopath took my phone today, so I can't google them." I shot back, too angry to care about his stupid rule about not disrespecting him. 

I expected that he would have his hands wrapped around my neck by now, but this time he just chuckled and tilted his head. He stroked his chin carefully and looked at me as if he was trying to size me up. "Training you is going to be a challenge, but don't worry, by the time you leave here in six months, I will make sure you are my well-trained kitten, I promise." He said, his face dreadfully serious. 

A shiver of fear ran through my spine as I thought of what he meant by that and just how he intended to train me. 

"I'm going to take a shower, I want it signed when I come out," he said and headed for the closet door. 

"But that's too short, I haven't even chosen the five," I protested. 

"Even better," he said as he shut the closet door closed. 

With the little time I had left, I quickly skimmed through the contract. The first thing I crossed out was vaginal/anal fisting, at least I had an idea of what that meant. For most of the others, I tried to imagine using their names and contextual meaning. Even with that, it was difficult to understand some terms. Before he came out of the shower, I was able to cross out suspension, vaginal clamps—that one sounded really painful, and Anal s*x. 

Finally, after running through the pages a few times, Adrian came out of the closet, fully dressed again in all black. It took a good effort to stop myself from asking if he ever wore other colors. But seeing as it was none of that was my business, I clamped my mouth shut and focused on the contract I had just signed. 

"Done," I said, handing the papers to him. 

"Good girl," he said and took the papers from me, earning an eye roll from me. 

After a few silent minutes of him going through it, he finally spoke. "I'll have a new document drafted, making sure to remove these clauses—temporarily. But for now, this should make it official." He took the pen and signed in the places required. 

"Since that is done, can I have my phone back? I need to speak to my parents," I said, stretching my hand out. 

He chuckled darkly and shoved his hands in his pocket. For a second, I thought it was to bring out my phone, but then he leaned in and spoke in a deep husky voice, "Whether or not you will be speaking to your parents soon depends on how well you behave tonight." 

I swallowed against the lump in my throat and forced my eyes to meet his, "Why? What's happening tonight?" my voice was barely a whisper, mirroring all the fear I felt as I looked into his cold, emotionless hazel eyes. 

"Come on," he said, tugging on my wrists and pulling me up from the sofa effortlessly. "I'd much rather show you."