Chapter Four – A meeting of Mind and Body
When Morning came around for Cass, it was brutal. She'd not slept much thinking about what had happened to her. She was disgusted with herself and the way he'd made her behave. He being, Big Mr. Eric French. Taking advantage of helpless women, Mr. French. She thought. Yeah, Mr. Drop Dead Gorgeous Mr. French. But the fact was, she'd thought about him all night. She'd brought herself off so many times, thinking about how he made her feel. She felt alive and disgusted. Cass's life had been turned upside down. With the loss of her job, boyfriend, and her parents move, she been left with no one to take care of her. No one until the long tall country boy, with his sexy accent and melt in your mouth body came along.
She was lounging around in bed when her phone went off. Cass rolled over to get her phone from the bedside table. She cringed when her, still tender ass, abraded on her sheets. She groaned but found his text and read it:
'Good morning Miss Mumford. I trust that the day finds you well rested and fully sated. By the way, how many times did you make yourself cum after I left? Hum? I believe I remember explicitly telling you to get some rest, that you'd need it. So you should expect to be punished again for not following instructions.'
'Meet me at my office at 5490 Huverton Dr. at precisely 11:30am. I'm on the top floor, the front desk will be expecting you. Wear something appropriate for business. I do have a reputation to keep. If you accept my offer, you will be spending the weekend with me. I didn't see any cats or dogs in your place, so I hope that you can make the necessary arraignments to be away for a few days. I will see you at 11:30.'
What an asshole. Who does he think he can order around? But the more she thought about it, she had no other options. She had nowhere to go. When he'd mentioned about punishing her for not getting rest. FUCK that makes me hot! And it was true. Cass's body was wet just from reading his text message. Her heart skipped a few beats when her phone went off again:
Cassandra, if you cum one more time without permission, I will staple your cunt shut!
Eric knew he would never do anything that horrible to Cass, but he wanted to keep the proverbial 'boot on her neck' for the time being. He thought she'd get the message.
Cass almost peed herself, because she had her fingers strumming through her wet lips re-reading his words. She looked at the time on her phone and only had an hour to get ready and be at his office. Having already been told to expect punishment, she didn't want to add to it.
Cass quickly showered. She did take the time to remove all of the hair from her body. It had been a while since she'd shaved her nether region and was surprised he hadn't said something about it. She dressed in a grey pencil skirt and matching jacket. The silk blouse was sleeveless and had a ruffled tie. The outfit was conservative even with the way if fit her. It was what she wore underneath that was meant to be sexy. Cass picked out matching bra and garter set with matching stockings. The demi-cups held her ample breasts high but it was well hidden under her jacket. The heels she wore were not conservative at all. The 6" matching grey ankle strap Victoire Yana's were a gift from Mark for a Christmas party they'd been invited to a few years back. Fucking asshole. I'm going to have to be a whore because you left me hanging. Cass thought as she strapped on the heels.
Her small bag for necessities was fit into a small clutch bag. She also had a small bag for a few things to wear for the weekend. She wished he'd given her more information about what they would be doing, or if they were going out somewhere. She though, if it came down to it, she could always swing by and pick something up later. When the cab arrived she was ready, which was a complete surprise to her. She was renowned for being fashionably late. During the short ride into the city, she took several deep breaths trying to calm her nerves. She had no idea what the future held for her and that was not even taking into account for the things that Mr. French had in store for her.
When Cass arrived at the building, she was impressed. How the hell does someone who owns apartments have an office this big? Cass cleared her head and made her way to the front desk. As Eric had told her, they were waiting for her. She never had to even give her name. Her bags were collected and she was told they'd be secured until she left. A nice looking security guard escorted her to the elevator and to the 9th floor with her. He gave her a big smile and told her 'good luck' and that he'd 'hope to see her later. It was exactly 11:30 when the receptionist walked her to the door.
Cass took one last deep breath and turned the door knob. When she entered, Eric was on the phone and deep in a conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. His gruff tone let her know that someone had made a big mistake. Cass wondered if they would be getting a round with Mr. French's belt? A shudder went through her body.
He motioned for her to sit in one of the two chairs that were placed in front of his large wooden desk. By large, she meant LARGE. It wrapped around him like a fence. It was ornate and looked to be hand carved from a single piece of wood. There were latches and handles all the way around it, like there were drawers on the outside. There was a small lamp, several files, and a computer off on one of the sides. He seemed to be looking through a file on the screen and giving the caller a firm tongue lashing. When he finished, he hung up the phone and turned to her. He got up and walked around the desk and took her hand and gently kissed the top of it. Hey this is a little better than I expected, she thought to herself.
Eric pulled a file from his very organized desk. He opened it and pushed it towards Cass.
"This is a non-disclosure agreement. Everything that we do or say will become confidential. It's for your safety as well as mine, besides my lawyers insist on it." His smile lit up the room and the languid manner of his speech, belied his inner drive. There was nothing lazy about Mr. French, but it was his slow southern drawl that made Cass melt.
"Miss Mumford?"
His calling her so formally shook her from her auditory trance. "Yes, I'm sorry. Of course I understand." She signed the agreement without even reading it.
"Then the next item is your 'service' agreement. Basically, you're agreeing to provide this 'service' of your own free will, without any threats or coercion. The term of the agreement is for 90 days. At the end of the agreement, you will be provided with a sum of a million dollars. Meanwhile, your debt to me will extinguished." When he looked up, he saw that her eyes were blank and her face flushed. "We both know that the service you will provide is that you will be my personal fuck toy. You will be available for my pleasure at any time that I might desire. The text of this agreement does not mention sex but between you and I, it is implied."
Cass hesitated but cleared her throat. "A million dollars? That makes me a..."
"A whore. Yes, in a direct definition of the word, you will be my whore. Don't get all hung up on the idea of that. Let's just keep it that you are being given the opportunity to clear a debt and if you make it to the 90 days, you'll be set for a new start in life."
"B b but what if I don't like what you ask me to do? I don't..." She couldn't finish her question.
