Anthony didn't know whether to laugh or nod, when Isobel asked if he made a deal with the devil to attain his humble abode. She would soon find out he could be a devil if she displeased him, but also a loving god if she followed his commandment, as soon as she signed her lovely name in his contract. Isobel's silence was icing on the cake, as Anthony knew she never saw a house like his before, as the man she escorted could hardly take her to their houses. His strategy was to shock and awe her, and it seemed to be working just as he knew it would. “To think I didn’t even take you to bed room yet, and you’re already saying good lord.” Anthony’s grin was from ear to ear, as he had half a mind to rip her clothes off and ravage her, not sure if they would even make to the bed room by the time he was done with her.
"That would be correct my lovely wife," he said as if he always called her his wife, after all he had to get used to calling her that, "Though I expect more than just pretending, otherwise I'd just use my imagination." Anthony listened with smug satisfaction at the blonde's confession. “Then I hope you can swim, as I’d hate to lose you.” The words were sincere as the man with light skin and eyes, but dark hair hated the idea of doing this all over again, but he had to admit that she was growing on him. “Are you sure? I promise that it’s free and I didn’t spike it.” Anthony chuckled and shook his head, as now who was going to finish the whiskey, the whiskey it took him several months for it to be close to empty. The man just nodded, as if he didn’t know his house was “nice”. As Anthony was more concerned with how he was going to turn an escort into a proper New York woman. Well, at least look like a proper New York woman.
The sensation of flesh on flesh, got Anthony’s attention nearly shivering, only to find it was Isobel’s fingers that brushed across his to grab the bottle. At the woman’s command, he raised wondering if she had recently taken a blow to the head, to be giving him an order. However, Anthony decided to humor her and sat down. Only to be rewarded with her being a good girl and bringing him a drink, if only he drank more than one a day. “You really are a fast learner, thank you.” Anthony took the drink and took a sip, before putting it down on the coaster. He had to admit, she had painted a pretty picture of what he was into in the bedroom. “I’m also into blindfolds, breath control, orgasm denial, ice play, and anal, but you got most of them.” Anthony caught Isobel’s inspecting his raw masculine body, and decided to tease her by crossing his arms, his biceps pressing against the fabric of his suit.
When Isobel pushed the stack of money he gave her, Anthony would’ve kissed her if she wasn’t against it. “I’m touched really, Isobel, but it’s yours,” for a moment the arrogance was gone and replaced with a genuine warmth, “think of it has a sign on bonus.” Anthony snapped back into reality and pushed the stack of hundreds back towards Isobel, having lost his mind. She knew he’d pay for everything and she would be getting paid soon anyway, she just wanted to trick him into thinking she wasn’t like other women. Anthony’s visage became a grimace at the mention of diapers, making him second guess if he made the right choice, if Isobel had participated in deplorable acts such as that. “At first I didn’t remember your name,” Anthony admitted with reluctance “but I remember you as you had a crush on me in school. As if it were anyone else you’d be worried it was a serial killer.” He may have been a fool when it came to women back then, but even then he knew she was head over heels for him. Anthony wondered if he would’ve dated Isobel back then, would things be different now or would it just be another cruel prank of fate.
“I don’t have the time or patience for the traditional route, and I’d rather have someone that I knew.” Used to know, but Anthony wasn’t into semantics and he didn’t feel like deluging more. It was his turn to touch her, as he ran his right hand along her left leg, nearly sliding down and caressing her inner thigh before he pulled his hand back. “Next to the liquor cabinet there’s another cabinet. Inside the cabinet is your contract. Be a dear and take it out, I want you to look it over before you sign it.” Seeing how Isobel had covered his kinks, Anthony figured he’d fill in the rest. “The contract reads mostly like a contract between dominants and subs.” He played around as a dominant, but this was the first time he involved a contract, as this was not a one off scene. “In short you belong to me and have to listen to what I say. You are to fulfill my needs whether it be sexual, physically, emotional, mental, and what have you.” Anthony was torn between which fantasy he liked more, having Isobel cook and clean his house or leaving both her holes gaped. “In return you’ll be paid two thousand dollars on a bi weekly basis.” That was peanuts compared to what he made, but he knew that would lift her into the middle class, as well as being exempt from tax. And here is the moment of truth, Anthony thought to himself with glee, will she sign the contract or not. “What do you say, Isobel? Will you be my wife?”
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