The Contract – Erotica NSFW – 18+ Part One

I met him online, he advertised himself as a Dom looking for someone to date. I had been single for two years and had tried every dating app out there.

At 27, I was ready to date and settle down and on a wet and windy Thursday night in Autumn, I found myself staring at the clock and considering if 9.00pm was too early for bed. I had lived alone since I split with my boyfriend of 4 years. I wasn’t that upset about it. I had found myself upset solely about being alone.

The fire crackled as I lay on the sofa watching mind numbing television. I decided to kill an hour online whilst waiting for a more fashionable time to retire to bed.

I had given up on dating after many failed attempts at finding someone who actually wanted to date and fuck but my friend had recommended to me that I should look online for a ‘professional’ boyfriend to get my mojo back.

I scaled her for suggesting I should rent a boyfriend but she went on to explain that there are decent guys out there who enjoy being in a loving Dom/Sub relationship. At the time, she gave me a post-it note with a website on.

I decided that tonight was the night I check it out and I retrieved the post-it from my bag. I felt nervous in my stomach just looking at the website as I flicked through profiles. The more I read the more I began to like the idea. I found one guy called Nick, he was 6ft 1 inch to my 5ft 8ft with muscular frame.

His profile read, 32/m/single – Dom looking for sub girlfriend to adore. Experienced and discreet. Will provide allowance.

I loaded his photo and was surprised to see that he was good looking. He wore a sharp suit in the picture which fitted him perfectly and had beautiful deep eyes. His face appeared dark around his stubble and his hair was cut short and was dark. Everything about his appearance suggested that he was fairly wealthy. I couldn’t help but wonder why someone like him would be single. There had to be a catch.

I clicked the message button on his profile. A box popped up on my phone screen and click the cursor ready to type. I realised I had no idea what I was going to say. I thought it was best to be honest as I began typing…

‘Good evening, I saw your profile and I have been single for 2 years. I’m 27, I will attach a photo. Wondered if you fancied getting a drink sometime? Email me back x’.

Just enough information without making me sound totally desperate I thought to myself. It had to be worth a shot, and the red wine running through my system certainly agreed.

The photo I sent him showed off my petite waist and my round hips and ass. I made sure that it also showed off my 36dd’s very nicely. Exhausted, I put my phone on charge and headed off to bed.
I woke to the sun peeking through the curtains in shards of bright light that stung my eyes and made my head pound. I turned off my alarm clock and realised today is Friday. The one day of the week where with a hangover like this I can still push through to the thought of the weekend.

I arrived at work looking pale, in my white silk blouse and skirt. I worked as a PA for an banker. I placed his morning takeaway coffee on the edge of his desk. He looked up at me over his glasses with a concerned look on his face. “You look pale” he said, “Hangover again?”. I did not answer his sarcasm as I saw him smirk, his face down pretending to read the morning paper.

I took my own coffee to my desk which was in the next room. I sat and rubbed my temples at my desk m, hoping the coffee would bring a welcome relief to how I was feeling.

I made it until 10.00am when I needed to find food. I went to the coffee bar on the corner and stood in line. I decided to check my emails whilst waiting.

The fourth email down was from a Nick Richardson. The title just said ‘Hello’ giving no indication of the contents, good or bad. I look over my shoulder to ensure that nobody can see what is on my phone screen and I see that everyone is preoccupied with the an argument which has broken out between the cashier and an old lady at the front of the queue.

I clicked the message open. Waiting for it to load took forever as the message appeared on my screen. ‘Would Love to take you out sometime, call me. Nick x’.

His number was on the bottom of the message. I smiled to myself as the line finally started to move. I got back to the office with coffee and muffin and to find a large stack of letters for typing on my desk. My head began to throb again. By 2pm that day I was just about recovering but I was stuck with a dragging Friday afternoon and my mind started to wander. I wondered what Nick’s voice would sound like.

I had decided to call him that night and the thought of hearing his voice made me excited. I thought back to his photo on his profile and imagined what it would be like to stand in front of him, me on my tiptoes with my hands on his strong broad shoulders and looking up into those dark eyes.

As 5.00pm rolled around, I already had my coat on, my bag ready and my desk cleared for the week. The office had been empty since the boss left to play golf around 3.00pm. I said goodbye to the security guard as I left the building and walked out into a cold autumn evening. I took the short walk to my bus and waited at the stop. I was so nervous to call him. What would I say. I bet he had had lots of girlfriends in his time. Oh, I was going to make a fool of myself I thought as I sat thinking at the stop.

I got home, microwave meal for one and a large glass of wine in front of the fire. I re-read Nick’s email again, it really didn’t give anything away.

I picked up my phone and dialled the number. The line ringing for what felt like minutes before a deep voice answered “Hello?”.

“Hi, your email said to call you” I blurted out in a nervous rush. He asked me if I was free tomorrow afternoon and we arranged to meet in the park for a picnic. He told me to watch out for an email he was going to send me and he would print a copy off for us. I was confused what he meant by that until my email box pinged later that evening with a copy of a contract. This wasn’t what I was expecting but he was too good looking to not let it play out.

I went to sleep with my heart pounding with exhilaration, I smiled to myself and started thinking about my outfit for tomorrow. I woke up mid Saturday morning, I could feel the sun shining through the window, it was going to be a warm day. I jumped in the shower, letting the water run down my body.

I had completely overslept and I hoped I would have been up and almost ready by now and now I had to rush. I quickly dried my hair and slipped on a white floaty dress which my friends often admired me in. Over the top I wore my leather jacket. No need for tights today I thought today as I slipped on my white Stiletto’s.

Arriving at the park gates, I see that he is already waiting for me. He smiles when he sees me. He was wearing dark indigo jeans and a check navy blue and white shirt. He looked just like his picture but his outfit gave him more of a country style today. I saw in one hand he held a picnic basket and over his other arm a red tarten blanket.

As I approached him, I was so nervous as he leant down and kissed my cheek. He smelt so damn good as he closed in on me and I became intimidated by how good looking he was. He was big on eye contact and the depth of his stare left me aroused and blushing. He placed my arm on his next to the blanket and he walked me into the park.

We stopped by a shady spot under a tree. The leaves of the trees where a rich colour. The day was humid and you could be forgiven for thinking it was late summer. He spread the blanket down on the grass and placed the basket down. He kneeled down on one leg on the blanket and began lay out a picnic. He set out two crystal glasses, plates, fruit, cheeses and a bottle of champagne.

He motioned for me to take a seat on the blanket next to him with the tenderist of pats onto the red tartan. As I walked around him, I noticed how tight his jeans were over his gorgeous ass and I wondered to myself what it would be like to grab that ass with both hands and squeeze.

I took a seat on the blanket and he passed me a glass and poured. He asked me to tell him more about myself. I told him how I had been single and that I worked as a PA. His eyes lit up when he heard what I had to wear for work, explaining that I had to wear a suit skirt, blouse and stockings with heels everyday.

As the afternoon turned cooler we packed up and he took me to a local bar and he ordered me a drink. I excused myself to use the toilet and he passed me a black box out of the picnic basket. I had not noticed it in there before. I told him he didn’t need to buy me gifts and he just smiled.

As he put the box in my hands he whispered in my ear, “put them on”. I flushed in the face and I was surprised as I made my way into a toilet cubicle clutching the black glossy box. I sat down on top of the seat and unfastened the black satin ribbon which tied the box together. Upon removing the lid, I saw black pants. They weren’t provocative but as I slipped them on I noticed that there was something hard in the crotch of them. Knowing full well what was about to happen to me, I made myself presentable again and joined Nick back at the table. Conscious that the pants must show threw my dress and my thong now in my handbag.

He stood as I approached him at the table and he pulled my seat out for me. I sat down and he asked me if I was wearing the pants he gave me and I said that I was. The look in his eyes at that moment, was of pure lust. I saw one of his hands move from the table and into his jeans pocket.

As I sipped my drink making small talk, I felt a buzz in my pants, my face flushing with excitement and it caught my breath. I tried to speak but every time I did, he pushed the button again. He smirked as he saw me squirm in my chair and he whispered across the table “don’t moan”. I placed my hand over my mouth as he kept talking to me as if everything was normal. I had never had a first date like this before.

I was convinced everybody knew what was happening to me as short bolts of pleasure ran through my groin and ached down my thighs. I hadn’t been fucked in so long.

He waited to press the button again until I took a sip of my wine and he nearly choked me, a playful smile spread across his face and I noticed what warm eyes he had when he smiled. He reached for my hand across the table, and held ny fingers under his.

He reached into the picnic basket with his other hand and pulled out copies of the contract and a pen. He asked if I had read it and would O be happy to the terms. I sat there shocked and didn’t speak as a small moan escaped my lips as he pressed the button again. I knew about the contract since last night and I had read it but I didn’t expect him to bring it up on our first date and not whilst he was making me orgasm in a restaurant full of people. I asked for a break from the buzzing if he wanted to discuss something serious and he looked like a spoilt boy who had had his toy taken away from him

The contract stated the things I would be willing to and not willing to do whilst in a relationship with him. As this was a new experience for me, I had decided that I would try anything once and twice if I liked it. I signed the contract with his fountain pen. He looked shocked as I looked up. “What? No, negoiation?” he asked. I explained that I wanted to try different things and that I would learn to trust his guidance.

He smiled and stood up swiftly, grabbing his things and holding my hand as he dragged me through to the outside of the bar. It was early evening and it was too cool of a night for a dress like I was wearing, I became aware as my nipples began to poke through the fabric.

He hailed a taxi and we climbed into the back. His hand was on my leg the whole time, running delicately up my thigh and stroking the soft fabric of my dress. I sat nervously in the back of the taxi, I had no idea where he was taking me.

After a couple of minutes of silence and listening to the engine noise and the sound of my own heart trying to beat through my ribs, he placed his finger under my chin and gently turned my face to look at his. He moved closer on the back seat until our legs were touching. I could feel how warm his thigh felt against my bare leg. I looked down away from his glare and he lifted my chin up with his finger until my eyes were level with his.

He moved his lips in closer and his strong hands to my jaw. As his lips touched mine, a bolt of excitement ran through me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and caressed my tongue with his. I didn’t notice what he was doing with his other hand when my panties began to vibrate again.

I moaned into his mouth whilst he kissed me, me clenching my thighs together on the seat as I started to cum. He placed his hand over my mouth and whispered in my ear “Don’t cum” and he turned the buzzing off as we arrived at his place.

His flat was in an apartment block and it looked somewhere that executives would live. The walls of the flat were glass and the place was open plan with expensive furniture, the heels of my stilettos clicking against his wooden floor. There was no sign of a woman in his life but his profile did say he was single, as hard as that was to believe looking at him.

I took a seat on his sofa and watched as he disappeared into another room. Whilst waited for him I noticed a stripper pole in the corner of the room and I blushed at the thought of performing for him.

Moments later he returned and took my hand and walked me over to the pole. He lifted my dress over my head to reveal my white lace bra and his special vibrating panties. He unclipped my bra as I stood their dripping for him.

He pushed my back against the cold metal pole. His flat was on the top floor and it afforded a beautiful view of the city lights and traffic running through the streets. He lifted my hands above my head and instructed me to hold my hands together behind the pole.

He whispered in my ear “I won’t tie you up this time”. His voice had an element of a sinister tone which turned me on even more as he placed an eye mask on my face.

I stood at the pole, naked all but for the vibrating panties. I heard his footsteps as he walked away and the flat filled with music. He walked back over to me, taking his him and I could feel him breathing against my skin.

His face was so close to my flesh that I could feel his stubble brush against me. He begin to kiss my neck. His gentle lips moving along my shoulder blades. Each kiss sent shivers down my spine and I wished I could touch him.

I felt his mouth move down to my chest as he took one of my swollen nipples in his mouth. I heard him sigh as he started to suck at it gently. Waves of pleasure went through my body as I felt his lips ease off my nipple and my pants began to buzz between my legs.

He pressed the button repeatedly making them vibrate in a pattern against my clit. It made my legs weak as I held onto the pole, the wet patch between mg legs growing bigger every second.

He moved his mouth down further, now kneeling with his breath sending shivers through me as I felt him against my wet pussy lips. He parted my legs slowly, getting me to stand with my legs slightly open. I felt his warm wet tongue parting my pussy lips as he push the panties to the side. He probed my clit, sucking at it with his soft lips and his tongue rubbing against me. His stubble grazing my tender skin.

With my legs shaking, I felt his index finger slip into my pussy and I could hear and feel how wet I was against his finger. He stood and removed my mask. His eyes burned into mine as he pushed his finger into my mouth and let me suck the taste of myself off him.

I don’t think I will ever be lonely again I thought to myself.

To be continued…… E xx

 

 

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