Page 9 of Filthy Commitments
“It’s a blessing, Asia. Now, come on. Do you accept my offer or not? I’m not a man who waits around.”
“I’ll do my best to please you, sir. I will accept your offer. Now, what happens?” I was on pins and needles. I was about to be bound to a stranger for the matter of three months. And even weirder than that, I was about to have more money than I’d ever had or thought possible!
“We’ll meet in Portland, Oregon at The Dungeon of Decorum to sign the contract. I’ll be in touch as soon as I can make the arrangements. We’ll be seeing each other very, very soon. Have a good evening, my little Asia.”
“You too, sir.” I put the phone down and fell on my bed. I was a sub! I had a Dom!
What the fuck had I done?
Jett
For the first time in a very long time, I felt on the edge of giddy. I had her, the one I wanted. Asia Jones would be my sub and fake wife for the next three months! I pulled the black boxes out of the drawer of my nightstand and looked over the wedding bands with a critical eye. The engagement ring was three karats and the wedding bands were platinum. I’m planning on giving Asia these rings that cost thousands of dollars to her very soon.
Just like any divorced woman, Asia would leave our contract with a huge home, a new car, jewelry that was worth tons of money, and a large chunk of cash to call her own. I really was changing the girl’s life for the better. And I’d teach her along the way about the finer things in life too. Along with that, she’d get the knowledge of how to be a good sub. If she ever did find herself in need of money, she’d have something to fall back on. Anytime I thought about Asia being some other man’s sub; I felt an intense pressure like someone squeezing my heart. It was an odd feeling and there it was again.
Was that jealousy?
I’d never experienced that before. It was hard to tell. And it was unnerving. Asia and I were complete strangers. I shouldn’t have any feelings for her at all. Except maybe gratitude. But even that wasn’t a thing I should feel toward her. I was paying her for her trouble. As if being with me would be any trouble at all. I wasn’t a monster. As a Dom, I was quite reasonable. And I wasn’t hard on the eyes. I knew my way around a woman’s body. I could bring pleasure to the little virgin that she’d never dreamt of. Asia would be lucky to have me. I hoped she’d think so too.
Not wasting a moment, I called Isabel to get her going on the contract. “Isabel, here. How may I help you this evening?”
“This is Jett Simmons, Isabel. I hope you’re doing well.”
“I am, Mr. Simmons. It’s very nice to hear from you. How can I help you?”
“Asia Jones and I have made an agreement, and I need you to draw up a contract for us. It will be for the months of June, July, and August.” I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it back, and looking out my bedroom window. The waves were small that evening barely reaching the coastline. I wondered if I’d bring Asia to my home in Malibu. Perhaps if she was along the lines of what I expected her to be, I would.
“Asia Jones? My, my. You scooped her up quickly. I just set her up in the system this afternoon.”
“You sound surprised by that. I felt I had to hurry to give her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I was certain other men would be throwing themselves at her.” I chuckled as I thought about all the men who’d look at her profile and attempt to contact her. But I’d taken her already. Well, as soon as the contract was signed, she’d be mine.
“I know I shouldn’t be surprised at all. Virgins never last long once we get them.” Her laughter was a shrill as it pierced the air. It was a bit on the witchy side and made a chill run through me.
It made me wonder how Asia really felt about giving her virginity to a man she didn’t love or even know for that matter. My heart felt heavy for her. She’d hung onto that longer than most, yet she was ready to sell it, so to speak, to a stranger. I’d do right by her. I promised myself I would. I’d try not to be as closed off as I usually was. I’d try to form at least a bit of a bond. So, the memory of her first time would still be special. I hoped so anyway.
“How soon can you have a contract ready, Isabel?”
“Two days. I have to write it up and get one of the founders to approve it. So, what are your rules, Mr. Simmons?”
“I want her to do as I say at all times and be who I want her to be.” I thought about how to word the rule so she’d have no choice, but to play the part of my wife.
“Well, let’s get the general rules out of the way first. Is she to kneel when you enter a room?”
“I don’t want that. I want to treat her differently than I treated the others. Not entirely like my sub. I want to give her more respect than that. Do you know what I mean?” I was having a hard time figuring out what exactly I wanted to do with Asia, “Can we have a broad set of general rules. She can’t go anywhere unless I approve. She can’t wear anything I haven’t given her.”
“Will there be any special diet rules or drinking rules?”
“No. I see no reason for that. I’ll be in control of that anyway. She’ll be with me at all times.”
“Will she sleep in her own bedroom?”
“No, we’ll share a bed.” Any normal married couple shared a bed, so would we.
“How about the forms of play you will be delving into, Mr. Simmons?”
“There will be bondage, sensory deprivation, and spanking with hands and paddles. Nothing more needs to be in the contract. This time around I need full cooperation more so than physical domination.”
“So, there will be more mental domination then?” Her question bothered me for some reason.
