He opened the door, stepped into the room and walked over to his seat which was across on the other side of the table. My throat was parched and I could feel how wet my panties had gotten. This was the second time I was daydreaming about him and I couldn't help but feel like it was more the damned office's fault than it was my erotic desires. My kinkiness was getting the better of me and I needed to get a hold of myself so I could carry out this business and get my money.
"Are you okay, Miss Cherry? You seem a little flustered," he said to me after he was seated.
"I'm fine! I've just been waiting a while and I got a little annoyed because of it," I said, trying to regain the power in this little 'relationship' that we were building.
I knew he wanted me and no one else as his escort and that he would do whatever he could to get me and I wasn't planning to make it easy for him. I was on a mission to break whatever voodoo spell that he had placed on me that made me so horny around him. I mean, I didn't believe in all that witchcraft stuff but that was the only explanation for why I couldn't stop thinking about fucking him. Or…it was the only explanation I wanted to believe.
"So, you have a few issues with the contract?" He asked, almost like he expected that I would.
"Yes, I do. I've highlighted a few of them and would like to negotiate them," I answered.
"Very well, then. Let's begin," he said and we both opened our binders.
There were a few stipulations in the contract that I didn't like because they deprived me of my independence and ability to make certain personal decisions for myself. The first of them was his demand that I always wear panty hose under my dresses whenever we were out.
"If you want me to always wear a fitted dress, that's not a problem, but why do you care if I wear panty hoses or not?" I really wanted to know what that was about.
"You have beautiful legs, Miss Cherry. Too beautiful, in fact, and I don't want my associates to stare at them all night long while you're with me. Plus, I like how they look," he said quite calmly and I could have sworn he was smiling a little as well.
"Well, thank you for the compliment but I'm not going to wear a panty hose unless I want to," I replied strongly.
"Fine! We can scratch that out," he said and drew over that part with his pen, "What else do you have an issue with?"
The second one was his demand that I always wear dresses with cleavage – every single time. To be honest, I was okay with this one seeing as I always wear dresses with cleavage. What I wasn't okay with was his desire to basically sexualise and parade me around his old horny business partners like I was some piece of meat. I don't have a problem with that when I decide to do it but I'm not going to let any man do it for me.
"Don't tell me you're shy?" Malcolm asked after I mentioned that part.
"I'm not shy about anything. I just don't feel that I…"
"Let me stop you right there, Miss Cherry," he cut me off rather rudely, "We both know that you don't have a problem with this part so let's not waste each other's time by dwelling on it. This part has to stay in the contract and is non-negotiable. I strongly insist."
It didn't sound like he was going to let it go and for some reason, I dropped it and moved on to the next.
"This final part says you want me to reside in your residence during the duration of our business," I said.
"Yes, it does," he responded.
"Yeah…that's not happening," I told him.
"I have a lot of parties to attend and many of them aren't even in the country. I think it'll be more practical if you lived in my house rather than commuting back and forth whenever we have to go somewhere. You can have your friends over, have parties and even leave whenever you want but you will be staying there," he explained but I wasn't having it.
This man wanted to control me. He wanted to have some power or authority over me by putting me in his territory. I didn't work my ass off all these years just so a man could waltz into my life and tell me what and what not to do. I was nobody's puppet and I wasn't going to bend over for any reason. I sat up on that seat with widened shoulders and I let him know how it was going to be whether he liked it or not.
"Ever since I left my childhood home, I've never lived in a man's house and I'm not about to start now. I'll remain in my residence and whenever you need me to accompany you anywhere, I will be there but I will not live with you. That part can't stay in the contract and is non-negotiable. Take it or leave it."