Hard

4. Jett-2

I was sketching out several designs, including the woman I had coming in late that afternoon, but my mind was only half into it. I was too giddy with the prospect of Allie, my little virgin. We were texting on and off today, catching messages when we had a free moment. We both worked, though I hadn’t asked her where. It wasn’t all that important. This was a business transaction and while I was excited just the same, it didn’t mean I needed the whole layout of her life. I just needed the important stuff.

Was she clean? If she was really a virgin, she was.

Was she unmarked by tattoos?

Was she unattached?

It didn’t really matter in the sense that it was her own body, but I wasn’t interested in having any part of another man’s woman. Cheating brought too much drama. Why bother with it when there were plenty of other women out there? Most of them more than happy to spread their legs for me.

Other than those stipulations, I wasn’t really concerned about the details. I would go over my terms with her, because it was important that she understood what was happening – and to make sure she couldn’t turn around and bring legal action against me. I wouldn’t be having any of that crap.

It was one thing for a woman to change her mind and walk. That was fine. But I wouldn’t have her turn around and then accuse me of being some sadistic barbarian. The legal stuff was important.

And of course, I had to make sure I got her the money.

A million and a half was a lot to move at once. Sure, she only needed half up front and half after the weekend, but that was still 1.5 million dollars moving from my account in only a few days. It was the main reason I had asked for the whole weekend instead of picking days during the week. I needed the time to get the funds in order.

“What’s got you all worked up?”

Leo’s voice pulled me from my thoughts of Allie. I glanced up from my sketch, looking over my shoulder at my friend. “What d’ya mean?”

He shrugged, then folded his arms across his chest. “Nothing. Just that you seem… excited or something.”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Seriously. You’re practically vibrating with it.”

“f**k off,” I told him, returning my attention to the design.

Leo just laughed at me. “Yeah, definitely not worked up about something.”

I made a noncommittal sound low in my throat. Leo didn’t say anything more, but he stood there leaning against the door jamb for a long while. I didn’t have to look over at him to know that he was grinning.

Asshole.

Throwing my pencil down, I gave up on the Inkes. I swiveled my chair around to face him. “You don’t really get the whole ‘f**k off’ thing, do you?”

He shrugged. “Not really.”

Sighing, I shook my head and muttered about stupid people. Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, I changed the subject to the weekend. “Listen, I’m going to be out of touch for a couple of days this weekend.”

Leo’s eyebrows rose high on his head in response to this. I didn’t take time off like this very often and never with so short of notice. “Jeez, someone die or something?” It was a joke, but he instantly looked panicked. He must have realized how likely that was. “s**t, sorry, bro. I was only kidding. Your mom’s okay, right?”

“Easy, buddy. My mom’s fine. Sends her best and all that crap.” My mother was inexplicably fond of Leo. “I just need a few days to clear up some business this weekend.”

Leo visibly relaxed. He liked my mom, too, and would’ve been devastated if something had actually happened to her. “Oh, good. Great. Jeez, you nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”

I rolled my eyes. “You nearly gave yourself one. I just asked for some time off.”

“Which is the same thing. Just saying.”

I shrugged. “Whatever.”

“So what’s going on then?”

I thought about just telling him. Leo already knew a lot about my s*x life, though he couldn’t understand the extent of it. We’d known each other a long time and that meant we shared a lot with each other. He would probably think this was all a little crazy, especially if I told him the dollar amount, but he wouldn’t have any moral objections. But I ultimately decided I didn’t want to share this.

“Just some personal stuff I need to take care of. Don’t worry about it; I’ll be back by Monday.”

Leo eyed me, still skeptical. Eventually, he just shrugged though. “Alright. Whatever you say.”

Whatever I say. That’s always been the point, hasn’t it?

There was a lot of misinformation out there these days about what being a Dominant with a capital D meant. Terms like controlling and abusive got thrown around a lot, usually interchangeably. But it wasn’t so simple. I didn’t abuse my subs. At least… I didn’t, intentionally.

My mind flashed to Sandra, the woman I’d wanted so desperately to spend the rest of my life with.

She’s out of the picture now, I scolded myself. It’s time to move on. It’s time to try again.

I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it and maybe it was unfair of me to think that starting off with someone new, someone who didn’t know anything about the lifestyle – or s*x at all – was the way to do it. But I had to try something. I was desperate for release and relief. Things I just wasn’t getting from the vanilla s*x most women wanted. I was tired of it.

With this girl… Maybe I could mold her through her first experience. I could show her the delights of being a submissive with a Dom that honestly just wanted to take care of her. There was a good chance she wouldn’t bite, or that this was a sham altogether. But in a unique situation like this, at least I could try.

She could be my stepping stone back into the D/s world.

When I had a minute, I sent Allie a quick text. You understand you’ll have to sign a contract.

There was a long pause and I figured she was still at work, so I likely wouldn’t get one for a while. But then my phone buzzed as she got back to me. Yes. For services rendered?

Something along those lines. It’s just to ensure you can’t extort me for more money – and I’m required to pay you at the end of our weekend.

Win-win, she sent back.

I smiled a little. I like to think so. But there are some other details to go over, too. I’d like to meet in person this Friday.

There was silence for a while and this time I was pretty sure it was because she’d hit one of those nervous points of hers. She had them whenever we were talking about details: Do you have a preference of hotel? Room? Floor? Are you comfortable with toys or s*x games this weekend?

Some of them were just awkward for her, which made me think she was being honest about her virginity. But some of them were clearly something else. They suggested hesitance at this whole endeavor, and I was beginning to wonder if she would show at all. It was obvious she needed the money, but people chickened out of stuff all the time, even when they needed it.

Okay.

I considered a few options about the meeting now that she’d agreed to it. Of course, I wanted a neutral location where we could meet without strings attached. I wanted her to feel like she could walk away if she needed to, though she wouldn’t get her money. A deal was a deal. But I also wanted at least a little privacy to discuss any further details and sign the contracts.

The tattoo shop was too close to home. People would ask questions, especially Leo. A library was too quiet, a home too personal. Finally, I decided that a coffee shop or small diner would be best. We could talk in the presence of others without being watched too closely. And she could leave whenever she needed to.

I texted her the address and told her to bring her own car and an overnight bag. After the paperwork was signed, we’d dive straight into the weekend. I was going to soak up as much time with her as I could.

She agreed quickly this time. We had a date.