Pay to fuck me

"so, my plans of seduction would have failed miserably if I couldn't even find you", l spoke and she giggled while shaking her head.
"Well, I don't see anyone since I have the clients, anyway. Even if I had been there, I wouldn't have fallen for your so - called seduction plans."

That confirmed for me she wasn't seeing anyone outside of these illicit meetings. It lessened a smidgen of the darkness in my chest.
"Oh, I think I could have persuaded you," I smiled at her.
"Like I said, you are very determined," she replied, fingers slightly trembling as she reached for her iced latte.
I said nothing as she sipped her drink and went back to moving her fruit around in the bowl. But I watched her still. Rhea might not want to admit it, but I was confident my seduction skills would have worked on her.

I might have paid to have her, but there was an undeniable attraction between us. It was as clear as day to me. She was shy, but the way she stole glances at me and how her eyes lit up when I was fucking her told me what I needed to know. There was physical chemistry.

"What would it take," I started, drawing her attention again. "To see more of you?"

Her blue eyes lit up and her lips parted as she examined me. Looking at me as if I had grown a second head. "Um, like scheduling more meetings?"

"What if I wanted to see you outside of these meetings?" I took on a more serious tone and she shrank back.

"I don't think I can", she said, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, no longer looking me in the eye.
I swallowed hard and rubbed the scruff along my chain. "What if I reached out to Dax and scheduled up every time of your free time for yourself. Then you'd have to."
She stilled as if suddenly made of stone. I thought I saw a hint of pink flush her cheeks, but she was still facing away.

"I could be your only client , the only man you see for an extended period," I proposed.

"Why would you do that?", Her voice wavered, and I watched her lick her plump bottom lip.
"Sticking to our honesty, Rhea, I want to have you. I desire you very much, and when I desire something, I can be very possessive. Since I want you.and I've had you, I don't want to share you while you're mine." There was a painful rage rising in the back of my mind just imagining some one else touching her.

"Like an exclusive contract?"
Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. But it stole my attention.

"If that's what it takes to have you all myself, then yes, I'd rather not share you, and I'm willing to pay the price.

RHEA'S POV

* Mine *

The word rang through my ears over and over again. Aleksander had said that word our first night together, and I'm not even sure he realized that he had said it loud. His declaration of ownership over me.
I suppose some part of me should have been upset that this man who was essentially a stranger felt so entitled to have me. But I just didn't have the fight in me to care. It was entirely possible, and it wouldn't be an untrue statement.

He would be paying for me. He would own me.

"It is possible for an exclusive contract, at least am pretty sure. I don't know all the details," I shrugged my shoulders before l pushed my plate away, losing my appetite with the way this conversation was going. Not because I was upset, but instead of the knot of nerves tangling themselves up within my stomach.
"Should I reach out to Dax?", He asked, and I unintentionally flinched at the man's name.

"Yeah he handles this stuff."
I rubbed my arms and kept my eyes on the glimmering skycrapers reflecting the early morning sunlight outside. My ears began to hum and all I could hear was the sound of one car out on the street whose horn was blaring and blaring......

"Rhea?" Aleksander's voice pulled me back down into reality and my head whipped towards him. I swallowed, looking at his absurdly handsome face. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I lied. My thoughts were racing too quickly for me to keep up with, and his presence was overwhelming me as he spoke.

This man wanted a full time contact with me for whatever reason. That meant I would be at his beck and call when I wasn't at rehearsal or performances. Right now, I don't know how to cope with the way I felt about that, but it was a sort the of strange relief to think it wouldn't be strangers.
Not for a good length of time at least.
While Aleksander was a stranger..... I didn't hate our nights together. He made me feel things I didn't expect and a secret part of me was excited for those clandestine feelings.

For me, it seemed a simple decision. Stick with the attractive man who made me feel good over the occasional stranger. There would certainly be more money involved with a private contract.

All I wanted to do was dance and yet here I was..... selling my self to a man who was willing to pay to fuck me.

"If you don't want this, please tell me," Aleksander's voice pulled my attention back to the conversation. "I'm ready to move forward but only if you want this."
Knowing that Aleksander had wanted me outside of the contract meant something. I had to give him a credit for taking advantage of the meetings, but it was still frustrating to work for Dax in this way.

I looked at Aleksander, really looked at him. He was attractive, he had money, he enjoyed when I felt pleasure in our interactions, and he was so very determined. In some way he appeared to me like a savior.