CHAPTER 8 - CONTRACT

I kept shifting towards the radiating warmth that seemed to smoothen my pain and relieved me from stress. The smell of forest wood had given me pleasant dreams of a future filled with harmony and peace.

I tightened my hands around this warmth, wanting to be closer, nuzzling my head towards it and a disrupted voice flared up. I neglected it as the early owl's crocked voice and continued my way towards the warmth, and another low growl erupted. Dismissing it again as the voice of a huge fluffy dog, growling for warmth, I smiled.

' If you keep enticing me like this, the thin thread making me keep my sanity will break' I heard a man's voice whisper near my ears, and my eyes shot open wide, seeing myself wrapped around this man who wore a black mask.

I immediately retrieved my hands and legs, which were crawling around his body like tentacles. ' how....where am I ...why?' I asked, looking at the white shirt I wore, the sleeves crumpled up till my wrist.

' How cruel of you, to forget the night we just spent here, on this soft bed,' he said, his hands surfing over the spot I had just rested.

'We...dint....right??' I asked, panicking, pulling over the white bedsheet towards my waist.

' I am not sure, you were the one who had her arms and legs wrapped around me, do you suggest I am impotent, to not answer what your body desires' he smirked, his lips curling up while his neatly gelled hair tossed around.

' I know you dint, why are you lying!!!' I asked uncertain, because Mona always said that the first time you make love, your waist would pain like hell, and there would be traces of blood if your body wasn't ready for it.

The fact that I wasn't naked, but with a shirt, had already proven this. He might have cleaned me up or done something along those lines because before me, was a man who had bought a slave for 100 billion, and I wouldn't be surprised if he had done something more than just cuddling.

I had to know if I was still a virgin because my body is resistant to the heat of a man and I feel uncomfortable with the slightest intimate contact. If I wasn't a virgin, there was a probability of me overcoming it, but the fact that I'm not made my stomach churn.

To give up my virginity to a man who already had many women under him.

' Well, there are many ways to satisfy my desires, then just having sex with you' he said looking down at his half erect dick and turning his gaze back to me. There was something about him that made me want to throw away all the self-respect and dignity I had, giving him the complete and supreme authority over my body.

My lips were becoming dry, so I moved tongue gently wetting it, his eyes following the movement of my tongue.

' I suggest you replace that tongue with my' he directed his head towards his waist, and my heart tightened. I looked down trying to avoid his gaze but the feeling of proximity would send shivers done my spine, expecting more.

' Get ready, I need you to sign a contract' he said, getting up from his bed and adjusting his wrinkled shirt and loose tie.

' your clothes will arrive after you take your shower. Although I would have loved accompanying you, I have some urgent matters to deal with it, since you kept me locked up,' he sniggers, leaving the door.

I could feel myself blushing hard. My eyes wandered around the richly decorated room. Stepping closer towards the windows, I could tell we were at least 200meters away from the ground. Was this a hotel? I asked myself as the interiors were well kept and not even a speck of dust caught my eye. 

He was a mysterious guy, not revealing his face even towards his own Slave. Guess he was the type who kept private and professional matters separate.

I removed my clothing, entering the bathroom; it was as huge as my our house, decorated with gold plated fixtures, I wouldn't be surprised if he spent millions decorating his washroom.

It took me nearly 30 mins, getting rid of the aphrodisiac stench and the sweat lingering around my skin, assessing my body if he had done something inappropriate. I felt perplexed since he hadn't touched me. What was it that I craved for those eyes? Washing away my thoughts, I clothed myself with the white robe hung next to the shower cubicle.

The door creaked open slowly, as I peeped to see if he was present, to my relief he wasn't. I noticed a letter on the table; I moved closer, only to find a white frock.

'Wear this and come down, baby girl' he wrote. Although the last word made me roll my eyes, I had nothing else to wear. The dress fitted me perfectly, it came down till my knee-length and had a collared neck. I let my hair down, not applying any makeup. I dint want to come out as a needy girl in need of affection and attention. The bedroom opened up to the living hall on one side and a kitchen on the other, its furniture sleek and clean. As I moved forward a double-height floor to ceiling glass opened up to the city, a black piano placed near it on a raised platform. I was mesmerized.

But the most amazing thing was the Japanese Wisteria tree which stood at the centre, boxed by glass walls, with only the ceiling being opened to draw in natural light. It was beautiful.

' They look pretty because they are caged' a voice came from behind, making me flinch. It was him, the Master who had bought me. He had changed his dress. Now, he wore a suit, tailored to his physic, but he still covered his face with the Black mask.

He stepped closer towards the glass wall, placing his hands gently, ' If she was out in the open, none would take a second glance' he said in a deep tone as his eyes following the tree's height.

'Because she is tied and held captive, away from her kind, she looks beautiful, like an untouchable flower, such is the beauty of a slave,' he said as his eyes shifted to me.

'It is not because they are held captive, that they seem to be untouchable, it is because they still bloom and thrive, irrespective of being captured. If the same tree had withered and died, you would have lost your interest, because you know they are determined to live, even in the harsh life you contain and imprison them, that is what makes them beautiful and untouchable. It is because they do not concede but strive to exist,' I say with confidence even as my voice wavers.

'You have a way with words, Miss....' He stops, so I can give him a name.

'Mia' I say

'Miss Mia,' he continues, 'It seems we have different perspectives about this world. I would appreciate you if they remain the same even after our contract ends' he says moving towards the living room.

I follow him hesitantly; he sits on the couch like a man who wields power, while I hold the hem of the dress, nervous, even when I boldly speak, because the consequences for my actions are always the worst.

He moves a brown envelope towards me. I open the envelope to find a heading which read, 'The contract between a Master and his Possession'.

It had 2 pages. As I ran my eyes through the contract, it shocked me. Noticing the instant fear developing inside me, ' there is nothing to fear, as long as you obey me' he said, and my hands shivered.