Page 11 of Filthy Commitments
“Jett, yes sir, I’ll call you whatever you want.” He kissed the top of my hand, which made my knees weak.
“Good girl. I have to say your natural demeanor impresses me, greatly. Are you ready to go inside and sign the contract?” He nodded toward the red door. “It’s just in there downstairs. I’d rather not take you all the way into the club. What happens inside that red door is not for innocent eyes, I’m afraid.”
“I believe you. I was about to chicken out when you came up to me.”
“Then it’s a good thing I arrived when I did, isn’t it? Are you okay with it now? You don’t want to back out, do you?” He ran the tips of his fingers up my arm, over my shoulder, then up to my chin where he held it, gently. His eyes darted back and forth, searching mine. “Because now that I’ve seen you and touched you, Asia, the hunger I’ve had has turned ravenous. I’d mourn the loss of what could’ve been for the rest of my life if you changed your mind about me.”
“I want to be yours, Jett,” the words slipped off my tongue without any will of my own. I did want to be his. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything.
In a split second, everything had changed, and the smile he gave me made my heart sing. Taking my hand, he led me to the red door. When he took me inside, and I knew everything in my life would change.
Jett
When my eyes landed on Asia, the world and all its noise stopped. She was standing there as if she’d been waiting for me to arrive for awhile. She wore a cream-colored, sleeveless dress with two-inch black heels. Her hair moved like ribbons in the gentle breeze. Her natural beauty was enhanced with just enough makeup.
I had to pull my sunglasses away so I could take her in completely. Her lips were stained ruby red, her cheeks a pale pink. Her doe-like eyes took me in from head to toe, she looked immensely impressed by me, which brought about a slight grin. She was quiet as she waited, not shouting or throwing her hands up the way a lot of females did. Elegance and demure beauty, along with fantastic posture, gave her an air of aristocracy. Like a princess, she waited for her prince to join her. I was far from a prince, a thing she looked like she deserved.Would she like me?And why was I caring so damn much about that?
The moment my hand touched her, it felt as if thousands of needles were pricking my skin. I hoped I was playing it cool, not letting her know how much she was affecting me. Staying in control with her was hard. I wanted to pick her up, toss her over my shoulder and take her right back to the car and devour her. Her rosebud lips were quivering a bit, and I yearned to kiss her nerves away.
I wondered how long I could wait before I kissed her. How long would I wait before I took her body to heights she couldn’t possibly comprehend? A foot shorter than me, she fit neatly against my side when I hugged her. She admitted to me she’d had second thoughts. I was more than overjoyed that all that doubt seemed to vanish with my presence. She could be what I wanted. I could tell that already.
We made our way into the club where I took her right to Isabel’s office to get the contract signed. I couldn’t make her mine fast enough! As we walked down the dark stairwell and into the lite hallway, I saw one of the club’s founders coming out of Isabel’s office. “Is that you, Mr. S.?”
“It is.” I let go of Asia to shake Grant Jamison’s hand. “Asia, this is one of the founders of this prestigious club. You may call him, Mr. J.”
Grant took Asia’s hand and kissed the top of it. “Asia, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I heard you’ll be entering into a contract with this man.”
“Yes, sir.” Asia’s eyes darted to mine then back to his. “You’re a founder of The Dungeon of Decorum?”
“I am the primary founding father.” Grant glowed with pride as he pushed his hand through his salt and pepper hair.
Asia wore a curious expression. “What made you want to create a business like this?”
Grant and I looked at her with surprise. I didn’t expect that out of her and apparently neither did he. But he answered her anyway, “I had a need that wasn’t being fulfilled. It’s not easy to find partners to do the things we do. One can’t simply head out to one of the local taverns and pick up a girl, take her home, and string her up then flog her until she’s going into another state of mind.”
“No, I suppose one can’t do that.” Asia nodded then looked at me. “You won’t string me up, will you?”
I grinned and moved my hand down to her round ass, leaving it there. “I’m not into that kind of play, it’s too time-consuming for my tastes. You’ll find out what I like, and I’ve read your list of acceptable kinks, you’ll be fine, I promise you that.” Her ass fit perfectly in my hand, just like everything else about her was working for me. I was growing impatient and wanted the paperwork out of the way. I wanted Asia alone with me to explore each other more deeply.
Hesitation filled her face, and Grant noticed it. “Miss Jones, this is a thing you want to do, isn’t it? I mean, the reason we have this club is to make sure all the members, male and female, are doing things they want to. Have you read up on BDSM at all?”
She shook her head. “No, sir. I thought it best to let my Dom teach me what he wanted me to know.”
Moving my hand off her ass to rest it on the small of her back, I whispered, “Great answer. And I’m glad you thought that way.”
Grant seemed a bit worried about her as he placed his hand on her shoulder. “We don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. If you feel like you’ve jumped into something that you feel is over your head, please let your Dom know that. He’s not out to hurt you in any way.” He moved his eyes to mine. “She’s not a typical sub. You go easy on her.” Then he looked back at Asia. “If you’re absolutely positive this is what you want, Miss Jones.”
She looked at me then smiled. “It is. I feel safe with him, Mr. J. and Isabel told me I can make one phone call if I ever want out of the contract. I’m not worried at all. I ready to do this with him. Thank you for your concern, sir.”
Nothing she said could’ve pleased me more. “There you have it, Mr. J. she’s ready and willing. And I’ll treat her very well, you can rest assured of that.”
He clapped me on the back, sending us in to see Isabel to finally make things secure between us. Isabel stood up to greet us, shaking our hands and gesturing for us to take a seat in the two leather chairs that were in front of her Cherrywood desk. “You two look like you’re already getting along well.”
“I think we are.” I nudged Asia with my shoulder. “How about you?”
Her eyes were soft as she looked at me with only a hint of a smile. “I think we are too.”
“That’s very good to hear.” Isabel pushed the contract toward me first. “Please read this over, Mr. Simmons. I want to be sure I’ve put everything you wanted into it.”
