I woke up to the feeling of soft lips on my cheek and bright sunlight in my eyes.
"Good morning, kitten," I heard as I shut my eyes again.
"Good morning Miss Rose," I mumbled barely coherently.
I felt the bed shift as Miss Rose rolled out of it and I half listened to her talk. I desperately wanted a few more hours of sleep but knew I should probably get up. I was still tired as we had stayed up really late and by the time we stopped it felt like we'd been having sex for hours. Not that I was complaining though, I enjoyed almost every minute of it, and it was certainly an experience I was never going to forget for as long as I lived. But it was at least 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning before we finally stopped, but I wasn't sure exactly because I was so exhausted that I had fallen asleep within seconds after I'd cuddled up to her.
I laid there a moment longer after I heard the bathroom door shut and Miss Rose turn the shower on. I debated internally what I should do and thought it was probably best if I joined her in the shower. The contract was over though, and I wasn't required to do what she asked anymore, but I still felt compelled to obey because I knew it would make her happy, and I wanted her to be happy. I guess I had grown rather attached to her because I could tell that even though she didn't even really know me at all, she still cared for me. So I threw the covers off and rolled out of bed, brushing my long, messy hair behind my head with my hands and plodded over to the bathroom.
Miss Rose was already in the shower when I stepped into the bathroom, so I slid the glass door aside and joined her under the hot water. She was in the middle of washing her hair and didn't notice me right away, so I reached up and began to massage her scalp and she dropped her hands, leaning her head back to give me better access.
"Mmm, I am very glad you decided to join me, kitten," she said warmly. "Don't feel like you need to initiate anything with me unless you really want to. Simply washing each other is still a very intimate way to start the morning."
"Ok, Miss Rose," I replied, running my fingers through her copper hair.
So that's what we did, we took turns washing each other's bodies, and it was nice not feeling like we had to have sex while we were in the shower even though a few times I kinda wanted to, but to be honest I was too afraid to make the first move and it was obvious Miss Rose was actually going to respect my decision.
We dried off and got dressed in our robes together then went down to the kitchen. Miss Rose started a pot of coffee and started explaining what I was to expect now that our contract had concluded. I couldn't believe it was over though, by the end of the day I would be a millionaire, and it was official. I survived what I thought was going to be a terrible experience and ended up learning so much about myself and finding my true sexuality. I was surprised to find that I was actually kinda sad that it was over. I almost didn't want to go home. There were a few times throughout the last two nights where I couldn't wait for her to finally take my virginity and be done with it, but now that she had, I don't know, I felt like it wasn't long enough.
We made a little small talk while we enjoyed our coffee, and she told me about the business she ran, how she was grateful for the opportunity she was given when she made her first million at the age of 22 by selling a unique app she had developed to the tech company she was now the CEO of. I had already admired her for how she treated me these past few days, but this made me respect her even more. She was the kind of woman that every young girl should aspire to emulate.
Then she asked me about my dreams and what I wanted to do with my new fortune. I told her I'd been dancing almost since the time I learned to walk, to which she said explained my lithe physique. I wanted to use the money to open my own dance studio, to teach kids and adults alike the art of dance in every aspect I knew, and that it was my dream to one day perform with the Metropolitan Ballet. I was surprised to hear her say that if there was anything she could do to help me realize my dreams that she would be there for me. All it would take is a phone call. She even offered me a position at her firm if I do desired, or help me find a job if I couldn't get the dance studio off the ground. It warmed my heart to know she cared about my success and my future after I'd thought just 2 days ago that she was only buying me to use me.
I left her penthouse feeling a warmth in my chest that I'd never felt from anyone besides my family, the feeling of being genuinely loved and cared for. I'd given her a big hug before leaving and I couldn't stop thinking about her and those 2 nights we shared on my way home, and throughout the day I kept wondering why it had to end. What would it be like if I went back and slept with her on my own terms? Would she treat me any different knowing that I could say no to her at any point if I wanted to? Would I even want to say no to anything if I went back of my own volition? It made me feel like the whole experience was incomplete. But did I have the courage to go back? What should I do? Should I call her and ask for one more night? Should I just show up at her penthouse? What if she went back to her estate and she's not there?
Finally after I had dinner with my parents I made up my mind. I told them I was going out with my friends again and probably wouldn't be back until morning. I called up an Uber and had them take me back to Miss Rose's penthouse.
"Hi, um, is Rose Prescott in?" I asked when I walked up to the front desk.
"Yes, I believe she is. Sophia, right?" Lena said, recognizing me from the last 2 days I'd spent here.
Lena checked her tablet and said, "Looks like she hasn't left yet. Would you like me to page her to let you up?"
"Yes please, thank you," I said, nervously wringing my hands.
As I waited, I realized I probably should've dressed in something nicer. I had changed into my own clothes when I'd gotten home, just some jeans and a t-shirt that were comfortable, put my hair in a ponytail and didn't think to look pretty for Miss Rose when I left my house. But then I wondered why I felt the need to look pretty for her, especially knowing that I fully intended to sleep with her again and that would mean spending the majority of the night completely naked.
"You can go on up, Sophia, she's waiting for you. This will get you up to her place," Lena said, handing me a keychain fob that said "Penthouse Guest."
I thanked Lena and nervously walked over to the elevators, using the fob to get into the private express elevator and taking it all the way up. I almost hit the emergency stop on the way up second guessing my decision and thinking maybe I should just go home and let our little "relationship" remain as a 2 day business contract. But I didn't.
The elevator door opened and to my surprise, Miss Rose wasn't there waiting for me like I had expected. I cautiously stepped into the foyer and heard, "I had a feeling you'd be back, kitten," from the great room.
"Please come in," Miss Rose said, her voice echoing down the hall.
I kicked off my sneakers, set my purse down, and shuffled into the great room to see Miss Rose still in her red silk robe, her copper red hair let down and draped over her shoulders. She was enjoying a glass of wine by herself on a couch, looking out the enormous window as the sun set behind the darkening cityscape. I caught her gaze as soon as I stepped in and she set down her wine, stood up, and came over to give me a big, warm hug. Then she kissed me, as sensually as she'd done many times already, as if nothing was different.
"I am very glad to see you again," she said with a smile, brushing my cheek with her thumb. "What made you come back?"
"Um, I don't know," I shrugged, not knowing how I should answer. "Curiosity I guess?"
"What makes you curious?" She asked warmly.
"What it would be like without the contract," I said nervously. "Like if we had sex but I didn't have to obey everything, if I could say no whenever I wanted."
"Hmm, that's assuming you'd want to say no," Miss Rose said, stepping away and going back to sit on her couch. "Let me ask you this, kitten. At any time during the last two nights, was there anything you truly did not want to do? Was there anything we did that you really wanted to say no to, but didn't because you were obligated by the contract to say yes?"
She patted the cushion next to her, and I walked over to sit on the couch beside her. I thought for a good, long moment about what she said, and honestly couldn't think of a single instance where I felt forced into doing something I didn't want to. Nothing had been so repulsive to me that I'd thought to risk saying no to her. She had said right from the start to keep an open mind, and that's what I'd done. I hadn't been opposed to having sex with a woman before she'd bought me. It was just something I'd never thought about, never really been curious to try because I thought I was straight. And in the end I was grateful that I'd been open minded, that I was willing to at least try everything she'd asked of me because Miss Rose opened my eyes to my true wants and desires. And she'd shown compassion, treating me not as her property like the contract said I was, but as a person with real feelings and emotions, and making me feel safe while exploring things that were all new to me.
"No, I guess not," I finally said sheepishly.
"So why did you really come back tonight?" Miss Rose asked.
I froze. I didn't know what to say. I had given her my answer, but she just proved to me that there was another reason. One I didn't quite understand yet, obviously.
"You've already got your money, so it's not that," Miss Rose surmised, sipping her wine. "Unless you want more, but if you were after more money you would not have come straight to my house and certainly not alone."
"No, it's not that," I said, shaking my head.
"So why come back if there's no monetary benefit to you?" She probed further. "Clearly you weren't ready for our time together to be over. I could tell last night. I knew you tried hard not to cum that last time, but ultimately whether you did or not was really up to me, you realize that right?"
The realization hit me like a brick to the stomach. She was right. I thought I had control over whether or not I would get double the money, but I was wrong. She had all the control. She always had all the control but let me think I had some. This was a game changer. Maybe I came back because I wanted the control this time. Or maybe it was because I wanted to be controlled? I didn't know. If I tried to control Miss Rose, how could I be sure she wasn't really in control and I was just doing what she wanted me to do? She was so manipulative, but I found that I loved that about her.
"I take it that you didn't, but you do now," Miss Rose smiled behind the wine glass as she took another sip. "I think part of the reason is because you like the way I control you, but there's something even deeper than that, isn't there? Something you want. Something you desire."
It felt like she was fishing for a specific answer. It's what she did. She always tried to get me to say what she wanted to hear. I just had to find the right words to say.
"I want you, Miss Rose," I finally admitted. It just came out, but it felt right. "I want more time with you. No contract, no strings attached. Just me and you for one more night."
