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When she thought about it that way and she looked back, she still couldn’t believe it had really been Lawrence who had raped her. Meg had certainly had trouble believing it, because she’d been there watching Lawrence slowly coaxing Ellie into a relationship; she’d supported it. But when Ellie thought about the year before and how Lawrence had helped Ryan harass her… well, her mother’s words would run through her head again and she’d wonder how she could have been so stupid.
She’d had no idea what to say to Lawrence, so she’d stayed home “sick” from school for several days. That’s when Meg had come over, realizing something was wrong, and Ellie had told her everything. Meg’s doubts had only made her want to hide even more.
Then Lawrence was in an accident.
Drunk driving.
Wrapped his car around a pole.
Paralyzed from the neck down.
High school football player’s life turned tragic.
Fortunately for Ellie, he’d been in the car with a senior named Christy. Christy had walked away with only minor injuries comparatively - even drunk, she’d put on her seat belt. On the cheerleading squad, Christy had been thrilled with the media attention. She’d told reporters she was Lawrence’s girlfriend - and she did a good job of being his girlfriend until she left for college, doing her best to take care of him. Rumors went around the school, students whispering about Lawrence cheating on Ellie, or claiming Ellie had broken up with him at the party and Christy had been there to comfort him…
Ellie hadn’t cared what lies people were spreading, she’d been terrified someone might find outthe truth, and she just wanted them all to leave her alone.She’d retreated back into her shell, pulling away from everyone but Meg, and during college she and Meg had drifted apart too. She’d focused on school and her art and that was it.
So karma had taken care of him. At first she’d been relieved. There wasn’t any possibility of him every hurting anyone else. She didn’t have to speak up. Face more doubts, nastiness from people, and possibly no consequences for him, especially in the wake of his accident? No thanks.
And yet, sometimes she wished she had… just for herself. Other times she was glad she hadn’t. It just kind of depended on the day.
“Ellie, you know you don’t have to share every detail with him,” Dr. Amy said gently. Yeah, she did know that. She hadn’t really shared any details last night. After getting a good cry and lots of hugs, the other women had all let the conversation move on to Angel’s self-defense class and the good it was doing. Something Ellie could attest to. She’d been relieved they’d realized she didn’t want to talk any more about it after her initial admission.
“Right…”
But could she really tell him the truth without telling him the whole truth? Even if it wasn’t information necessary for him to have, it felt like she was being dishonest. It felt like hiding.
Chapter 9
Club contract signings were always done in Patrick’s office, since it was his club and he was kind of a control freak. That way he knew the boundaries of the various contracts and always had a copy on hand at the club, as well, even though any participants had their own copies. Personal relationship contracts weren’t handled through him obviously, but Michael thought he was making the right choice by agreeing to a club contract with Ellie rather than trying to push for a personal one.
She was obviously already nervous just doing this.
Although she looked beautiful. The black PVC dress she was wearing clung to her curves, dipping low in the front to show off a generous amount of cleavage, while its short skirt barely covered her ass. Especially once she sat down. Nearly every inch of her legs was uncovered, and if they hadn’t been pressed together he probably could have seen whether or not she was wearing any panties.
Going by how tightly the dress clung to her body, he was guessingnot.
Her dark hair was pulled into a low side ponytail, the tendrils curling their way down her front and almost into her cleavage, and she’d used a heavy hand with her make-up, making her look goth. Michael was looking forward to making it run with her tears. He’d start with peeling off her dress and leaving marks all over her body, some of which would be covered when she put the dress back on and some which wouldn’t, and work his way around to fucking her into screaming orgasm. Preferably with some tears there too.
“Standard contract, without a time limit, to be ended when either party decides to,” Patrick stated, his voice even as he handed the papers over. Michael didn’t even need to glance at it, he practically knew the whole thing by heart.
Two blue eyes peeked at him over the top of Patrick’s desk as he leaned forward to sign, and he gave Lexie a smile. She spent a good amount of time kneeling beside Patrick while he was working, doing what she could to help him around the office. Lexie winked back at him and then rested her head against Patrick’s leg. Almost absentmindedly, he reached down to run his fingers through her short, black hair.
“You’ll have to inform me if either of you would like to end the contract,” Patrick said, pushing the papers over to Ellie. “So I can update the records.”
Michael appreciated Patrick said ‘if’ and not ‘when.’ A small difference in words, but great in meaning. Nice to know he had the big man’s support. After all, Patrick had known Ellie for a long time and seen her interacting with the other Doms around Stronghold; an ‘if’ from him was a big deal.
Triumph filled him as he watched Ellie sign her name, along with a wave of possessive glee. She was his now.
His to torment, his to pleasure… all his and no one else at the club could touch her unless she decided she wanted to end the contract. And he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she didn’t feel the need to.
When she set down the pen on the contract and looked up at him, her smile was tremulous, anxious. Michael reached out and took her hand, sliding his fingers through hers and giving her a reassuring smile. She relaxed, just a touch.
“Good girl,” he said softly, as Patrick ignored them and handed the contract over to Lexie. More of the tension slid out of Ellie at the praise.
“Make two copies, Pixie,” Patrick said, as Lexie smoothly rose from her kneeling position. She’d obviously had a lot of practice at that particular move.
Completely naked and comfortable in her own skin, Lexie beamed at both him and Ellie as she moved around the desk towards the back of the office where the copy machine was. The little silver hoops hanging from her nipples had tiny blue gems on them, which matched the blue base of the plug. The jewel winked atthem from between her bottom cheeks as she moved. Patrick always kept Lexie plugged, a practice which Michael wanted to try with Ellie.It was a way of ensuring she’d constantly have her mind on exactly who was in control of her body when she was in the club. Besides, like most sadists, he enjoyed anal sex and he wanted to ensure she was ready for it.
