Page 8 of Filthy Commitments
I typed back that I’d love to talk and I’d also love to see his profile since he’d seen mine. The reply was instantaneous. And I was looking at his handsome face as my jaw hung open. There may have been a tad bit of spittle hanging from my lower lip as I was salivating like a Saint Bernard over the man.
His hair was shoulder length, chocolate brown with golden tones and highlights that hung in luscious waves. His skin was tanned, and his features were chiseled. His description said he was 6’3” and he was built like a beast. The black suit he wore hugged his biceps, making them stand out. Sea green eyes surrounded by dark lashes looked daunting, commanding. He looked like a Dom. His kinks were bondage, minor impact play such as spanking and paddling, sensory deprivations such as blindfolds, complete darkness, music so loud you can’t hear yourself think, and fantasy play.
He didn’t sound bad at all. And I had to admit that I found him extremely attractive. I could be his sub. But for how long would he want me? And more importantly, what would he pay? Another message popped up. It was his phone number. I thought my heart pounded with just his message, but now it was almost exploding out of my chest. He wanted me to call him! My fingers were shaking as I called the number. “Asia” He stated, didn’t ask. “Jett?” Sounding a bit nervous.
“Hi. I’m glad you called. I’m not a message back and forth type of man,” his voice was deep, smooth, and it relaxed me right away.
“Me neither. I prefer to talk with someone, rather than write them.” I took a deep breath to further calm my nerves.
“Do you mind telling me what you need the money for, Asia?”
“College. I’ve never had trouble with any of my classes before. I was given a full scholarship to Rutgers. Unfortunately, a couple of classes have kicked my ass this year. I failed them, and it ended the free ride I was given. With one more year to go, I need money and fast or I’ll be forced to quit school.”
“That’s a reasonable reason to need money. Will you be available for the months of June, July, and August?”
“Yes, sir.” My stomach was churning as I thought we were getting close to making a commitment to one another.
“That’s excellent. Would you like to hear my offer, Asia?”
“Yes, sir.”
He cleared his throat. “My offer is 300,000 dollars, plus a brand-new Mercedes, the color of your choice. There will be some jewelry, which I’ll expect you to wear at all times. You’ll get to keep all of it at the end of the contract. You can sell or keep everything, whichever you prefer. If you’re very good, there will be a bonus; a house I’ve purchased in the Sterling Ridge area of Harrison, New York.”
I was on the edge of my seat with all that he offered. Who could offer me anymore than all of that? And he was handsome. Yes, he looked a bit demanding, but what should one expect out of a Dom? All of this really sounded too good to be true, I had to ask, “Is that a normal amount a man pays for a temporary sub?”
“It’s a bit on the high side. It’s the highest I’ve ever paid for a sub, but I think your special, mainly because of the virginity part. I need a nice young woman and your innocence pleases me immensely. You’re gorgeous in an earthy way and will do for what I need. As long as you realize I’m a strict Dom, then things should be fine between us. But I need an answer soon.”
I had to ask just one more thing, “Will you be gentle when you take my virginity?”
His reply was quick, “Of course.” It settled my nerves even more.
My profile had barely been published, and I’d already gotten an offer that was above and beyond anything I could’ve dreamt of. And the man was devastatingly handsome to boot!
“It seems you and I are both in a hurry. And I am impressed with your offer. I do believe I can be what you need, sir.”
The way his breath filled my ear through the phone, sent a shiver down my spine and heat through the rest of me. “My God, your voice does something to me, Asia. And your manners please me already.”
“I must admit the sound of your voice comforts me, as well. I was worried about doing this, but I feel you’ll do right by me.” Getting out of the chair at my small desk, I spun around as glee filled me.
“You can trust me, Asia. The main thing I want is your respect and your obedience. It’s not that hard to please me. Do as I say at all times, be at my beck and call, and above all, be who I want you to be.”
I could be the sugar plum fairy for this man for all he was going to give me. Mom and Dad would have nothing to worry about, I could take care of them and me too! Then it hit me. How would I explain my sudden wealth to them? The house and car would be hard to explain. The money could be hidden in my bank account. I shrugged it off. I’d deal with that when it came time to. They didn’t have to know the deal I was making to get us all out of our financial woes.
“May I ask you where we’ll be all summer, sir?”
“In the New York area at the home, I told you about. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. It’s fantastic, actually. My parents will want to know where I am. Not that I’m a child and have to answer to them. But it’s a common courtesy to let them know where I am. You do understand, don’t you, sir?”
“I do. As long as you understand, you are mine for the duration of the contract. You can only go see them if I allow it.”
The thought was daunting. I put it off for the moment. I couldn’t go see my own parents if I wanted to. And for three whole months? “Would that be a thing you’d allow, sir?”
“Most likely.”
His answer was short and to the point. He was a man of few words, so it seemed. Not much on explaining himself about anything. But that wasn’t what Joy told me about her Dom. He hadn’t entirely let her in. Maybe that was one of the main traits of these men. Whatever it was, I didn’t love that aspect of him and I wouldn’t love it in anyone else either. But not everything he did would please me, I had to put up and shut it, it appeared. And not all I did would please him or would it? I would have to make sure I was perfect or I might not get the whole amount. And my lack of sexual knowledge might bore him.
“Mr. Simmons, are you sure my virginity isn’t a problem?”
