Deal

I had hoped he would give up under those conditions it would be impossible for him to win and he could barely do anything, that way we could maybe come to a different deal. He clearly saw me as a trophy to claim and I needed to use that to my advantage.

He stared at me for a moment, his smirk never fading. If anything, it grew more pronounced, as if he found my defiance amusing. "Well, well," he said, his voice a low purr. "Aren't you just full of surprises? Very well. I accept your terms. No kisses, no sex toys, no penetration, and no magic. But don't think for a moment that this makes your task any easier."

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "There are many ways to pleasure and be pleasured, my dear. And I intend to explore every single one of them with you."

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure, but I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I had set boundaries, but somehow, he still managed to make me feel like I was in over my head.

"Fine," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I have one more condition."

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.

"I want everything in writing," I said. "A contract, outlining all the terms and conditions. I don't want there to be any... misunderstandings."

He chuckled, stepping back and walking over to his desk. "Ah, a woman after my own heart. Very well, we shall have a contract."

He sat down, pulled out a sheet of parchment, and began to write. I watched him, my heart still pounding, my mind still racing. I had set the terms, I had made the demands, but I still felt like I was playing right into his hands.

After a few minutes, he looked up, a satisfied smile on his face. "Here it is," he said, holding out the contract. "Everything you asked for, and more."

I took the contract, scanning the contents quickly. It was all there, all my conditions, all my demands, written in elegant, flowing script. But there was more, clauses and sub-clauses, details and specifics that I hadn't even thought of. I looked up at him, my eyes narrowing.

"What's all this?" I asked, waving the contract at him.

He shrugged, a innocent look on his face that I didn't buy for a second. "Just covering all the bases, my dear. Making sure there are no... misunderstandings, as you put it."

I gritted my teeth, reading over the contract again, more carefully this time. It all seemed straightforward enough, but I knew better than to take anything at face value when it came to this world. I was about to sign a deal with a devil (metaphorical one), and I had to be sure I knew exactly what I was getting into.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally looked up, my mind made up. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. "Alright," I said, my voice steady and sure. "Where do I sign?"

He grinned, that wolfish smile that sent shivers down my spine, and held out a pen. "Right here, my dear," he said, pointing to the line at the bottom of the contract. "Right here is where your adventure begins."

As I took the pen to sign my name, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had just fallen into his trap. But there was no turning back now. I had set the terms, I had made the demands, and now, I had to see this through. No matter what the night brought, I was ready to face it head on. Or so I hoped. Because one thing was for sure - this was going to be a night I would not forget.

As I was signing the contract, I paused, looking up at him with a questioning gaze. "You've outlined what I stand to gain," I said, tapping the pen against the parchment. "But what about the opposite? What are the conditions for me... losing?"

His smile didn't fade, but his eyes took on a sharper glint, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. "Ah, always the careful one," he said, leaning back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of him. "Very well, let's outline the conditions for... failure."

He counted off on his fingers as he spoke. "First, if you initiate or request any of the acts you've explicitly forbidden—a kiss, for example—you lose. Second, if you fail to follow any of my instructions throughout the night, instructions that will fall within the boundaries we've set, you lose. Third, if you leave before the night is over, without my explicit permission, you lose."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, intense rumble. "And finally, if by the end of the night, you admit, in your own words, that you've enjoyed any part of our time together, you lose."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. Those were steep conditions, and I knew he would do everything in his power to make me slip up. But I was determined not to let him win. I had my pride, and I had my reasons for needing the money. I wasn't about to let some Asshole get the better of me.

"And if I leave?" I asked, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "What then?"

His smile turned positively wicked, and his eyes gleamed with a dark, intense light. "If you leave midway, my dear customer, the deal is off and you leave with nothing, but know that you will not be able to gain a loan anywhere else within the city for that I will make sure.”

“Those who break a deal aren’t usually seen favourably in this city though I might make an exception for a sweetheart like you.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, but I refused to let him see my reaction . I nodded, my jaw set, my resolve unshaken. "Fine," I said. "But the same goes for you. If you break any of the rules, if you **** me to do anything I've explicitly forbidden, you lose. And I get triple the payment, just like you promised. Or I will make sure you are not welcomed in any church ever again. "

He laughed, a deep, rich sound that filled the room. "Oh, you drive a hard bargain," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something darker, something more intense. "But I accept your terms. Now, let's add these conditions to the contract, and then..." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, sultry purr. "Let the games begin."

As he added the conditions to the contract, I read over them carefully, making sure everything was as we'd agreed. Then, with a deep breath and a steady hand, I signed my name, sealing the deal, for better or for worse.

I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his, my chin lifted in defiance. I was ready for whatever the night brought. I was ready to face him, to face the challenge. There is no way he could win.

"Alright," I said, my voice steady and sure. "Let's see what you've got."

I said but was actually quite anxious inside praying I had made the right choice. Only time would tell, and I had just given him one whole night of it.