Stupid bitch! You're a stupid girl, Sasha. Who the hell do you think you are? What on earth are you doing right now? What are you thinking? Why would you get back into his car with this dark and mysterious man that you've never even met before? Well, most men that pick me up on the street are also strangers, but this one is different. This guy revealed his deepest secret to me. He lives his life as a Dominant. . . And I have so many questions to ask him. I'm in search for money desperately and he has offered me ten thousand dollars just to stay with him for three months to pose as his fiance to his family. How can I turn something this amazing and promising down?
I don't know what to do at the moment. I'm at loss for words. I can barely breathe. I'm so upset that this is happening to me and I'm even more upset that it's bothering me so much. Why should I even care? I let men use my body anyways as a prostitute, don't I? But there's just one difference. It's regular sex, not kinky. And most of all, I'm the one in charge of my body and what I will and will not do. I tell the guys how it's going to be and when it's going to end, I'm the boss. But this man sitting only a foot away from me is a dominant, and I know for sure that this is bad news for me. That means he'll be the one to give me orders and tell me what to do, and I am so not used to that.
In all seriousness... I don't know if I'll be able to handle this.
"May I ask why you chose to get back in my car?" He quietly questions me, his voice barely audiable but cautious at the same time, breaking the silence and pushing the thoughts out of my head.
I decide to just open my eyes and tell him the truth... Because in reality, that's all I am able to come up with right now. Complete honesty will do me good and even though the thought of being sincere with him frightens me, I can't let it stop me. I can't show him fear. I won't.
"I always expect honesty, Ms. Pierce."
Gulping and letting out an anxious breath, but relieved with the calm and reserved tone of his voice, is when I begin to feel more at ease with him. "Alright, yeah... I guess that's pretty understandable. Jaxon. I don't really know the reason why I'm in here with you right now. I'm still so confused."
From the corner of my eye I can see his head nod in response, before he immediately turns his neck to glance out his window before quickly pulling out onto the road and driving recklessly fast. He loudly clears his throat and stares out the windshield in silence before eventually glancing over to notice my emotionless face. "Confusion is also expected. I'm aware this situation must be confusing for you, Sasha. Possibly even scary. But that's only because this is unfamiliar territory with you. You have never gone down this path before, but this is my lifestyle. And it won't change."
"This is what I want. If not from you, from someone else. A lot of females are also into this kind of relationship, Ms. Pierce," he cautiously informs me. "It's not just me. That's why I gave you an option. A choice you need to make. In order for this deal to work, you will have to agree to become my Submissive. If you decide you can't handle this, then we'll never see each other again and you can forget about this. And I, as well."
"If you can find other women to do this, then how come me? I mean I know nothing about any of this. I don't know what this entitles. I don't get it, Mr. Edwards," I call him by his last name, and his jaw tightens from this which gets a small gasp to release from my lips. I sigh. "Why me?"
His car comes screeching to a stop as a slight shriek comes from my chest, and I look forward to realize that we're stopped at a red light and busy intersection. He remembers what I said for directions, so he puts his blinker on and pulls over to the right lane. Once my neck turns and I look into his direction is when our eyes instantly lock, and it gets my heart to leap up into the back of my throat once again. His beautiful and guarded eyes gaze deep and lustfully into mine, and as passion builds up inside of them I can't help but suddenly become breathless.
"Because I want you, Ms. Pierce. I want you, very badly. There's just something about you. I don't know what it is... But you intrigue me. Your heartless and careless attitude. How sexy you are. I want your body. I want your body to become mine. I want you to be mine. I've never wanted a female so bad before. You're... intoxicating," he slowly tells me, in a stern and huskey tone as the wetness between my legs pools up and my lower stomach tightens, and I swear he sounded so hot I feel like I'm about to come just from listening to him speak.
"You... want me." I try to understand him, and he answers with a nod. "But why? I mean... Don't get me wrong, Mr. Edwards. It's flattering and everything, trust me, but look at me--"
"I am looking at you," He unexpectedly lets out, snapping. His eyes flash dark and anger takes over him, cars beeping behind us as I quickly break our eye contact and notice the light is green. The car races forward and it harshly eccelarates beneath us, and I nibble on my bottom lip before helplessly glancing back over at this man again. "I should punish you for even saying such an idiotic thing. As if you really don't see how attractive you are."
"I don't," I softly whisper, not realizing that it slipped until it comes out and his head snaps sideways in reaction, his sexy dominating eyes glaring right into mine. I quickly look away.
"That's a shame," Jaxon tells me, but before he can finish his sentence I cut him off.
I carefully ask him under my breath, "Can you explain to me what you do?"
"What I do?" He asks, his tone becoming deep and quiet. "Meaning?"
I carefully keep my eyes glued to his face, making sure I'm able to read his facial expressions even though his gaze is focused on the road before us. How am I going to ask him this? God, this is going to be the most uncomfortable moment of my entire twenty one years of living life. But in order to find out what I'm going to do, I have to overcome this and stand up for myself. I'm such an independent girl and I never am scared of anyone, so it angers me to realize how he has this effect on me.
"What's a Dominant? I've heard of it but I don't know what it entitles. I don't know details about it and all I know is that you obviously like to 'dominate' girls, right? Still though, I don't even know what that means. I feel like I need to know about this stuff and more about me being your... submissive... before I can make a decision," I say to him in a hushed voice, trying to even out my anxious breaths.
"I'll explain whatever you'd like to know, once we're situated in my hotel suite."
My eyes slightly narrow and I hold my breath. "In your hotel room... But if I was to want to leave, you'd let me leave... right?" I softly question, him slowly turning his head to look silently into my eyes. It causes my body to tense up and I place my hands on top of my bare thighs as his gaze drops down and he looks as if he's undressing me with his eyes. He turns his head and looks forward, his long lean fingers tightening their grip around the steering wheel.
"Of course," he firmly states, frowning and releasing a sharp breath afterwards. "I wouldn't hurt you, Ms. Pierce. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you honestly think I'd do that to you?"
"Have you hurt other women before?" I dare to ask him, and he lets out a long breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring as my heart begins to wildly pound in my chest.
And he nods. "Yes," Jaxon Edwards answers me, and I feel my eyes widen in response. "But only to women who want me to. Everything is consentual, Sasha. I'm not a rapist. I'm not a murderer. I'm a man with certain needs and I hope you can fulfill them. If not, this arrangement can't and will not happen. Understand?"
"So, then this is more than just posing as your fiance to your family. You want me to be a lady and your fake future wife-to-be and then when it's just you and me, you want me to be your sex slave," I quietly rush out, shaking my head and narrowing my eyes in disbelief but he shakes his head.
"Fucking Christ, Sasha. How defiant are you? I don't call my Submissive's my slaves. They're just looking to please me as much as they can, submitting to me completely. Some Dominants refur to their subs as slaves, although I don't. I don't like explaining myself, Ms. Pierce, but if this is what it possibly takes to make you mine, then I'll answer all of your questions as best as I can."
"I'm not defiant. I'm just very independent and I'm use to taking care of myself--"
"As my Submissive, that won't be acceptable. You will not be independent. You will most certainly not take care of yourself. You will do as I say, and then I shall reward you for your good behaivor. And if you don't listen to me and go by my rules, then you will be punished," he lets out in a stern mumble, actually turning me on by the overpowering sound of his voice.
"That means... You'll take care of me?" I softly mutter, practically at a whisper.
"Yes, I will take care of you."