The Billionaire's Contract

Chapter 3: The Contract

The steam from the shower still clung to Elena’s skin as she stepped into the open-plan living area of Lex Voss’s penthouse. She wore nothing but one of his black silk shirts, the hem barely reaching mid-thigh.

The fabric smelled like sandalwood, leather, and that unmistakable raw male scent that made her thighs clench involuntarily. Her long dark wavy hair hung damp down her back, and every step reminded her of the delicious ache between her legs.

Lex stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, silhouetted against the glittering city skyline. He had changed into a fresh black suit that hugged his powerful frame like it was tailored by the devil himself. The jacket was open, revealing a crisp white shirt stretched across his broad chest. Raven-black hair still slightly tousled, ice-blue eyes sharp and assessing as they raked over her body. At 6’4” and built like a god carved from marble and sin, he looked every bit the untouchable billionaire predator.

On the massive glass dining table lay a single black folder and a sleek Montblanc pen.

“Sit,” he commanded, voice low and velvet-rough.

Elena lifted her chin, trying to summon the fiery independence that had always defined her. “I’m not a dog, Lex.”

His lips curved into that dangerous half-smirk. In two strides he closed the distance, towering over her. One large hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body while the other cupped her jaw. “No. You’re something far more tempting. But when I give an order in this penthouse, you obey. Or you’ll learn exactly how creative I can be with punishments.”

His thumb brushed her lower lip, pressing just enough to part it. Heat flared low in her belly. She hated how quickly her body responded to him how her n*****s tightened against the silk and fresh slickness gathered between her thighs.

She sat.

Lex took the chair opposite her, legs spread wide in that effortless display of dominance. He opened the folder and slid the document toward her. Two copies. Crisp, professional, and terrifyingly detailed.

“Read it.”

Elena scanned the pages. It was more than a simple arrangement. “Personal Muse and Companion Agreement.” She would live in the penthouse. He would provide a fully equipped private art studio on the floor below, unlimited supplies, and introductions to the city’s most exclusive galleries.

In exchange, she would be available to him sexually and socially whenever he demanded. No other lovers. Discretion clause. A generous monthly allowance that made her eyes widen. And a termination clause after thirty days unless both parties agreed to extend.

Her fingers trembled slightly on the paper. “This is insane. You’re basically buying me.”

Lex leaned forward, elbows on the table, his ice-blue eyes locking onto hers with unnerving intensity. “I’m investing in what I want. And I want you, Elena. All of you. Your fire. Your body. Your surrender.” His voice dropped. “Last night and this morning proved you want it too. Stop pretending otherwise.”

She bit her lip, reading further.

There was even a section on “physical expectations” that made her cheeks burn consent parameters, safe words, preferences for restraint, impact play, and “intimate availability.”

“You really put choking and spanking in a legal document?” she asked, half-shocked, half-aroused.

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I prefer clarity. Especially when I plan to have you bent over this table, screaming my name, while my handprints decorate that perfect ass.”

Elena’s breath hitched. She shifted in the chair, pressing her thighs together. The silk shirt rode higher, exposing more of her smooth skin.

Lex noticed. Of course he did.

He stood slowly, circling the table like a shark. When he reached her side, he gripped the back of her chair and spun it so she faced him. Then he leaned down, caging her in with his powerful arms on either side of her.

“Sign it, little flame. Or walk away right now. My driver is waiting downstairs.”

Elena stared up at him. God, he was beautiful. The sharp jawline with its faint stubble, the way his broad shoulders blocked out the light, the visible edge of black ink tattoos peeking from his open collar. His scent wrapped around her, intoxicating.

Her hand moved almost on its own. She picked up the pen.

But before she could sign, Lex’s hand covered hers, stopping her. “Not yet.”

In one smooth motion he lifted her onto the table, sweeping the second copy of the contract aside. The cool glass met her bare thighs as he pushed the silk shirt up to her waist, exposing her completely. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Already dripping for me again. Such a greedy little cunt.”

Elena gasped as he dropped to one knee, spreading her legs wide with those strong, veined hands. His raven hair brushed her inner thighs as he leaned in. The first slow lick of his tongue along her folds made her jolt.

“Oh god”

He devoured her with ruthless skill. No teasing. His tongue flicked her swollen c**t with perfect pressure while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her, curling instantly to stroke that sensitive spot. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on her filled the sunlit room.

Elena’s head fell back, hands fisting in his hair. “Lex… f**k”

He sucked her c**t hard, then soothed it with broad strokes, fingers pumping faster.

Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in her core. She was close already, embarrassingly so.

He pulled back just enough to look up at her, lips glistening with her arousal. “You don’t come until you sign. Understand?”

“You bastard,” she whimpered, hips rocking desperately against his face.

Lex smirked and dove back in, harsher this time. He added a third finger, stretching her deliciously while his tongue worked her c**t in relentless circles. The edge was right thereburning, aching.

“Sign,” he growled against her p***y, the vibration shooting sparks through her.

With a shaking hand, Elena grabbed the pen and scrawled her name on the line, barely legible. The moment the pen left the paper, Lex sucked her c**t hard and curled his fingers perfectly.

The orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. She cried out, thighs clamping around his head as she came violently on his tongue, flooding his mouth with her release. Her whole body shook, vision whiting out.

Lex didn’t stop until he’d wrung every last tremor from her. Only then did he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like a satisfied predator. His c**k strained visibly against his suit pants, a thick, intimidating bulge.

He pulled her upright, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue. Then he guided her hand to the second copy.

“Your turn to watch me sign.”

Elena’s fingers trembled as she held the document steady. Lex signed with bold, decisive strokes, then set the pen down.

The moment both copies were sealed, the air between them shifted darker, heavier, more final.

Lex yanked her off the table and spun her around, bending her over the cool glass. He kicked her legs apart. The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet penthouse.

“No more games,” he rasped, fisting her damp hair and pulling her head back gently but firmly. “You signed. You’re mine.”

He thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying his thick c**k to the hilt.

Elena moaned loudly, the stretch still bordering on too much even after coming so hard. He felt even bigger from this angle, hitting deeper.

Lex set a punishing rhythm immediately deep, brutal strokes that slapped skin against skin.

One hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise while the other kept her hair fisted, arching her back.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take every f*****g inch. Feel who owns this tight p***y now.”

Elena’s moans turned into broken cries with each thrust. The table creaked under the force. Pleasure built again, fast and overwhelming. His balls slapped against her c**t with every drive, pushing her toward another shattering peak.

“Come,” he ordered, voice rough. “Come on my c**k like the good little muse you are.”

She shattered again, walls clenching and fluttering around him as a second, even stronger orgasm ripped through her. Lex followed seconds later with a guttural roar, slamming deep and flooding her with hot, thick pulses of c*m.

They stayed locked together, panting. Lex’s forehead rested against the back of her neck for a moment almost tender before he pulled out slowly, watching his release trickle down her thighs with dark satisfaction.

He turned her gently, pulling the silk shirt back down to cover her. Then he cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheek.

“Welcome to your new life, Elena Reyes.” His ice-blue eyes held a dangerous promise. “Try to fight me. I’ll enjoy breaking you in the most pleasurable ways.”

Elena’s legs were still shaking as she looked up at the gorgeous, ruthless man who had just claimed her on paper and with his body.

She should have felt trapped.

Instead, a treacherous spark of excitement ignited deep inside her.

This was only day one.