HIS CURVY OBSESSION

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ELEANOR. The Contract.

I settle into The sofa

"You can go through the documents" Banks say and walk into a room. Possibly kitchen.

I pick up the document and count.

Fourteen pages.

SUBMISSIVE and DOMINANT. I inhale.

I'm sitting at his dining table with a glass of water I haven’t touched and an energy that makes me look like I read fourteen-page legal documents regularly.

I do not.

I read romance novels and Reddit threads and the back of skincare packaging to deal with my dark spot. Fourteen pages of legal language with sub-clauses is a different ecosystem entirely.

And I'm wondering if this is normal. I'm sure he's busy enough to not stress himself with a legal binding document just to f**k me... Or any girl.

""Ewww"I swallow the bile that strides in. I pick up the document and start from the beginning anyway.

THIS AGREEMENT is entered into between Banks O. Wellington

(hereinafter “the Dominant Party”) and Eleanor A. Ashworth

(hereinafter “the Submissive Party”)

The Dominant Party.

I look at the ceiling briefly to collect myself and continue.

The financial terms follows our names.

Two million dollars monthly, transferred on the first of each calendar month, with a signing bonus I was not told about that makes me put the document down and pick it up again to confirm the number is real.

Thirty thousand dollars to be paid within the hour I sign this.

"f**k!" I grunt. It's real.

It’s real.

I put it down again and pick it back up.

"Is my p***y made of gold? Why on earth is he paying this much just to f**k it?" I mutter within me. Looking at the door he left through.

"Okay and ass... But still. I'm sure with the right manipulation, another guy could've convinced me to do it for free."

My chest heat up and I feel myself sweat.

"Okay Eleanor. Focus."

Page three.

THE EXCLUSIVITY clause follows. Which is what I expected- HIS ALONE.

THE AVAILABILITY terms Follows on page four.

Reasonable notice will be given when the Dominant needs the Submissive body or attention.

THE SUBMISSIVE must always be responsive to her Dominant's call and request except in cases of:

1- Life threatening emergency

2- Urgent personal requirement.

From both parties.

THE HEALTH clauses are thorough through pages five to eight:

Gynecologist appointments, testing schedule, documentation requirements. All covered, all paid, all assigned to specific people I haven’t met yet. There’s a therapy provision on page seven that I read twice because I wasn’t expecting it.

Optional but available. Covered.

"Tryna put me through hell?" I think to myself. Because that's the only explanation why you think a sane person will need therapy after f*****g you.

"God help me" I muse with loud exhale. He's still not back.

I get to page nine.

THE SUBMISSIVE Must dress in a way fitting for the occasion stated by the Dominant.

Beauty, looks, outfits, hair, and every other accessories will be provided for as deemed by the Dominant and his available team.

The submissive is allowed to choose her preferred style but must look fitting for the event.

I look down at my body. My stomach folds.

I'm sure those events involve models, slim girls...

I close my eyes

"Rule number 9 Eleanor" He chose you because I belong.

"Damn it" I exhale and read on

Page 10

THE SUBMISSIVE PARTY retains the right to terminate this Agreement at any time, for any reason, with immediate effect and without financial penalty.

Upon termination, all properties provided under this Agreement remain the property of the Submissive Party under the clause of...

I stop reading.

REMAIN THE PROPERTY OF THE SUBMISSIVE?!

The apartment. The cars I can’t drive. The wardrobe

Mine? If I leave. If he ends it, under any circumstance.

I put the document on the table and stand up.

My chest racing like it ran a marathon. Considering I'm about to inherit a fortune, I'm sure it is.

I pick the water I've abandoned on the table, open it an I gulp the whole content. The bottle making a creaking sound that I ignore.

Banks walks back in at that moment and I become self aware. I turn to the side and drop the plastic. Just little water remaining in it.

He has two coffees and the unhurried energy of a man who has done this before, which he has.

I know, that's why I'm considering this.

There are track record of people who have been involved with him and still sane. Seen. Not dead or mad.

I exhale when his heat touch me.

I'll be fine.

He sits across from me, with a coffee within reach. Then looks at the document and then at my face, an eyebrow quirked up. Ignoring my not so lady like used plastic bottle.

I feel so hot and my heart won't stop racing.

"Sit Eleanor" As if on control, I oblige and take the coffee. The hot, fresh scent grounding me. I place it back down.

Banks is leaning against his sofa- Relaxed and expecting.