“I don’t want your money.” She looked me right in the eye when she said it.

“That is a grotesque amount, and if I’m honest, I’ve never wanted money. I only took it because it was part of the deal here. The house takes a cut of it.”

“Then donate it to a charity.” Solved simply enough, I’d thought.

“I’m not sure I should donate money I’ve earned on my back to charity.” She looked ruffled about that, and I knew I could handle this one.

“Then I’ll do it for you. Just tell me which charity you want the money to go to.” I smiled blandly.

She looked up, her left brow crooked and her lips pursed. “No, you don’t get

it. I don’t want money to fuck you, sir. Any.”

“Oh?” Now I was confused.

“I don’t want to feel like your whore, sir. I want to feel like your sub. Money makes me feel like I have to perform, put on a show. And for that many zeroes, it would have to be some show. I don’t want that.” She scratched at the number again, over and over, until the red ink obscured the black numbers.

“Fine. No money, then.” I’d still donate something to the charity she’d started to write on the paper and crossed out.

“And, I’m not sure about this…” I saw what she’d pointed at and lifted an eyebrow.

“Are you serious?” Considering where we were, I was a bit surprised at her

objection.

“I don’t mind if you see my face, but I don’t want anyone else to. I won’t go out to a place like that without a mask.” She had set her jaw and looked me dead in the eye. I knew she wouldn’t budge on that.

This only made me suspicious that she came from a very wealthy family, one

that she wanted to protect. “Alright then. We’ll go in disguise. Make a game of it.”

“I can agree to that.” She smiled and relaxed.

It was a different club, one that was much wilder than this place, and I wanted to take her to show her the many levels of submission, to see if she found a new one she wanted to explore.

“And this?” she asked with a lifted eyebrow. It was easier to see without the mask, and they were a golden color, so not invisible as some natural blondes were.

“You don’t want group sex?” I wasn’t surprised about that, but a little disappointed.

“Not with other men. No penetration, at all, from other men.” She paused, as if to think about it. “Not right now, anyway.”

“Remember, Stephanie, if it goes in the contract, it stays,” I warned her with a firm voice. “We don’t change anything that we put in here.”

Her cheeks flamed red, and she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth.

“Hmm.”

“Leave it in then?”

“Let’s add the words ‘may or may not’. I’d like to keep that possibility open.”

“That’s fine then.” I wouldn’t push her into anything like that, but if the opportunity presented itself, well, I didn’t want her to miss anything. I’d planned to open a new world to her.

“And this?” I didn’t have to look.

“Birth control will be used. I was careless last night, but that won’t happen again. I don’t want you saddled with a child from an experiment you wanted to engage in. It’s not fair to you.”

“Thank you.” I could see she hadn’t really thought about the consequences of what we would soon do, if she agreed to sign the contract, but was now. “I think you’re right. This is only for two weeks. It’s not a marriage contract.”

“Not at all. You shouldn’t have to pay a price for it. That ensures I keep my promise to not burden you in such a way.”

“Thank you,” she said again, then she read through the rest of it. “I’m fine with this. I want to take it deeper, and like you, I don’t want to deal with blood. I would like to add one thing, though.” She smiled a secret smile then looked up at me. “I want you to be a little rougher, or little more commanding. Not always, but I want to go deeper. Last night was … brilliant, but I want it to last longer.

And I want you to use a crop on me.”

“As you wish. Just write it down.”

The words were put into the contract, and I picked it up from the table.

“We’ll have this printed up, and it should be ready before you’re dressed.”

“Alright. I have a meeting I have to attend this afternoon, but after that I’ll be yours for the next two weeks. If everything goes to plan.”

“I’ll have the papers for you to sign shortly. I want you to take it home, really think about it, and then sign it. Do your meeting, and spend the night relaxing.

Take time to think about it, and then get back to me, okay?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

I stood, kissed her before I left the room, and went to find someone to type

the papers up.

It took a little searching, and then I had to wait for the copies to print out, but in all, it only took about a half hour. When I got back to the room, Stephanie was dressed in a pair of tailored dark blue slacks, a white cashmere sweater, and black Prada boots that came up to her knees. The rings and earrings she wore were expensive, not costume jewelry, and there was an elegant way she spoke and carried herself, as if she’d been taught deportment.

“Here’s your copy. Let me know tonight what you want to do, okay?” I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply.

Our breath was fast and rough by the time I pulled away from her. She smiled, wiped at the corner of her mouth, and left me, papers in hand. I’d see her again tomorrow, if everything worked out, though, I didn’t see a reason it wouldn’t.

Not long after, I left the club and turned on my phone. I checked the messages as soon as I got to the black sports car I’d rented for my time here. I had a call from Liz.

“I’ve found it, the perfect place, and if you hurry, you can get it in your hands before the Thompsons find out it’s even up for sale. Call me.”

My heart raced as I got into the car and called Liz back. “Tell me about it.”

“It’s just what you’ve been looking for, and the kick in the teeth is it’s right beside the Thompsons’ hotel. The owner called me last night to find out if I had any connections who would be interested. You immediately crossed my mind.”

Her voice, always sultry, had an added note of conquest that made her sound even sexier.