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He had found her when she was sixteen. He was sitting in a coffee shop, and her offer had been clear enough. She needed a place to stay, no questions asked, and she was willing to do whatever she needed to earn a place to sleep. A brunette with a pretty face, she had leaned low across his table, displaying very modest cleavage with her low cut top. She claimed to be nineteen of course. He knew it was a lie. She'd jumped one year past 18, hoping to make it less obvious but still a believable number. She was not so attractive that most men would call her beautiful, but she was attractive enough to get a teenage boy in the sack, especially if she came on strong. And it was obvious that she had already learned to use sex as a tool to get what she wanted. Small tits, but a big ass. Dark brown hair and a heart shaped face.
He wasn't a teenage boy. He was thirty two, and possessed of considerable means. And in a way, this was too good of an opportunity to miss. He had desires and he had dreams, but many of them were quite unlikely to be fulfilled under normal circumstances. Luckily for him, unusual circumstances had just knocked on his door.
The first night he went easy on her. He gave her a hot meal and a shower, and afterward he laid her back on his coach and fucked her. He found that her ass really wasn't fat at all. She just had wide hips but lacked the large breasts to give her a true hourglass figure. He didn't do anything kinky that first night, but also didn't do a whole lot to increase the romance. She moaned some, but it was obvious that her moans were mostly fake, and she didn't come. He didn't take that as a blow to his ego at all. He hadn't been trying to make her come, really, but to establish their arrangement. It was clear to him that she was already on her way to being a bit of a pro. This wasn't the first time she'd fucked a guy to get what she wanted.
During the day, he left her to her business. She spent most of the day watching TV, sometimes reading the occasional magazine. She seemed content to spend her life on someone else's couch, watching daytime TV. He had other plans, though.
He worked from home the next few days. He didn't want to leave her unattended for one thing, and he also wanted her to see him at work. Researching stocks, on the phone with brokers giving orders. She already knew he was rich, but he wanted her to perceive him as powerful, and also beyond her. She couldn't understand many of the conversations she overheard. She only knew that they involved more money than she had ever had any realistic hope of seeing in her life. He didn't really have to work very many hours per day to maintain his wealth, but be faked working more than he actually needed to, to give her the impression of busyness. It was easy to look busy while sitting behind a computer or texting on a cell phone.
Each night he became rougher with her, fucking her harder, tossing her into different positions, slapping her ass. The rougher he got, the more she responded with honest lust. On the second night he could tell he had surprised her. On the third night he was absolutely certain he had made her come. She was slick with sweat and her dilated eyes kept darting around. This was exactly the response he had hoped for. She might have thought she was a tough girl, and she might have thought she could use sex to get what she wanted, but she was more of a little slut than she realized. She liked to be fucked hard. She liked to be used as a sex object.
On the sixth night he decided to up the stakes. He approached her, his body language intentionally aggressive. She knew what he was after, and started to pull up her shirt. Before she could get very far he grabbed her, spun her around, and flung her across the coffee table. She gasped in surprise. He quickly twisted her arm behind her, slightly harshly, eliciting a hiss of discomfort. He cuffed her wrists almost in one motion. "Ooooo, kinky!" she said as he pinned her down with one arm. He then produced a knife and started to cut off her clothes. She started to squirm and protest, but he simply pressed the knife firmly in between two ribs and whispered, "be still." And she was. She only had three changes of clothes, so he knew that getting one set cut to ribbons was stunning to her.
Once she was naked, he grabbed her by the hair and tossed her backwards onto the couch. He pulled out his cock and shoved right into her, fucking away. He slapped her tits periodically as he did it, a few times her face. This was by far the hardest he'd been with her, and the first time he'd put her in any kind of bondage. And her response was perfect. Part of her seemed to rebel when he smacked her, but it drove her to grind harder against him each time. In the end, he brought her to a screaming orgasm which left her sweaty and breathless. When he pulled out, she collapsed bonelessly on the floor. There she shuddered and groaned for some minutes, arms still cuffed behind her back. "Oh god," she groaned, "I have never come like that." He uncuffed her and gathered her up and carried her to the guest bedroom. She snuggled against him and was almost asleep by the time they got there. As he lay her down, he kissed her tenderly on the lips. She smiled and so did he. Tomorrow, he thought, would be the real test.
The next day, he sat her down after lunch.
"I've enjoyed having you here, but this can't go on for ever," he said, "if you are going to stay here, there are going to have to be some ground rules."
"Rules," she said, "I don't like rules."
"I know you don't," he replied. "But you can't just stay here forever, watching daytime TV your whole life and letting me fuck you as rent payment."
He was intentionally blunt and it had its intended effect. Her jaw dropped and her skin paled as she glared back in shock. "Is that what you think is going on here?!"
"Then what is going on?" her replied calmly. She cast about, and her jaw opened and closed soundlessly in rage.
"Look, I'm thirty two and you're sixteen. Yes, I know you're from Spokane and your parents are Steve and Judy. Where did you think this was going? I can't marry you. You're a fugitive. Sooner or later they are going to catch up to you. They are going to take you back, and you are going to be in a lot of trouble. Whatever it was that made you run in the first place, it's going to be five times as bad when you get back."
He stopped to watch her reaction. Gone was the open mouthed indignant shock. Her eyes had narrowed and her jaw had tightened. She was looking down and to the left. She was angry, frustrated, but had no answer to what he had said.
"There is an alternative," he said after a moment's pause, "There is a way you could stay here, and not worry about any of that."
She sighed, "What's that?" There was a certain hostile resignation to her voice.
"You give me complete control. You become mine. Not as my wife, but just mine. That is the only way I can protect you."
"What.....what do you mean complete control?" She was suspicious, but compelled. Everything was going according to plan.
"I mean I would control every aspect of your life. You would need nothing, and you would be safe from the world, but I would be in control." As he said this, he pulled up a paper and laid it on the table.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's a contract," he said, "It puts our agreement in writing."
She looked at it for a moment, pretending to skim. He could tell that her decision making process at that point had nothing to do with what was on the paper. It had to do with the sex they'd had the last few days, and his money, and the things he had just said, and whatever it was that she was afraid of back home. It was less then a minute before she had grabbed the pen and started looking for the signature line.
"No," he said.
"No?"
"No. I want you to know what you are signing. Hand it back." She did.
"You are a young, undisciplined girl. You come from someplace bad enough that you ran away, but you don't just need shelter, you need discipline. I can offer you both, but I want you to know what that will entail."
He began to read.
"I relinquish complete control to my master, named above" he read it aloud and looked at her as he finished. She simply looked at him.
"My mind is my master's. I will obey his instructions at all times, and accept the training he gives me. Since my master wants my mind to be strong, I will continue to be educated." Her mouth tightened a bit at that last part.
"My body is my master's. He will do with it as he pleases," her breath quickened a bit at that, "He will use it as he sees fit," she swallowed, "He will control my bodily functions," a bit of a pause, " most particularly my orgasms. I will only orgasm when my master allows me," she smiled at that, just slightly. "He will modify my body as he wishes." She seemed to dismiss this part, perhaps thinking of tattoos and maybe a few piercings, things she had planned on getting once she turned eighteen anyways.
"Finally, my signature below indicates my complete agreement, and I will further signify my agreement by taking the pill my master offers me, knowing that when I awake I will be his property."
She seemed to consider for just a moment, then she grabbed the pen, signed her name, and tossed down the pill. It was only moments before her vision began to blur and she felt herself drifting.
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