Chapter 1
Astrid
Able slid the paper across the desk toward me. Without hesitation, I picked up the nearby pen, ready to scribble my signature across it when he caught my hands mid-motion.
“Aren't you going to read the contract first, little star?” he asked, his voice deep and rough.
I held his gaze. “What else is there to think about? I already know what I'm getting myself into. I'm giving you my body for thirty nights.”
Thirty sinful, hot nights.
This was a deal any girl my age wasn't supposed to be making with her father's best friend, who was eighteen years older than she, but the urge to satisfy my lust was greater than anything I had ever experienced in my entire life.
Slowly releasing his grip on my wrist, I continued my action, scribbling my signature across the contract.
“There. All done.”
Walking over to my side, Able picked up the contract. Leaning closer to my ear, he whispered, “Do you have any kinks?”
A shiver ran down my spine at the feeling of his hot breath against my earlobe.
“No. Do you?”
A smile tugged at his lips. “Of course I do, and you would have found that out if you had read the contract properly, but it's too late for you to turn back now.”
I tried to remain calm. “That's fine. I like surprises.”
“Good. Follow me.”
Biting my lower lip, I stood to my feet, trudging quietly behind Able as we headed up the stairs. Arriving at his bedroom, Able pulled the rug from the center of the floor, revealing a secret door.
Pulling on the handle, the door opened with powerful force.
Able descended down first. “Watch your step. It's a bit dark here.”
It would have been a bit romantic if he had taken my hand while leading me into an unfamiliar space, but I knew better than to expect that from Able.
Flicking the light switch on, Able said, “Welcome to my playground. This is where you'll be screaming my name for the next thirty days. In this place, I'm your master.”
My gaze swept around the room, drinking in the sight of the numerous BDSM toys hanging down against the wall.
I swallowed hard. The thought of being held in bondage while Able thrust his cock deep inside my pussy was enough to get me wet down there.
Looking over my shoulder, I asked, “When do we start?”
Able didn't hesitate. “After you're certain of what you're getting yourself into.”
The scowl on my face deepened. “Stop treating me like a child, Able. I'm twenty-one in a few months.”
“I don't treat you that way, Astrid. Believe me, I wouldn't have you enter a sexual contract with me if I did.”
That part of his reasoning I could understand.
Crossing my arms, I asked, “Then, what is it? Why won't you fuck me now?”
“I'm giving you time to think if you can really handle all this.” His voice dropped low. “I'm going to be constantly whipping you while fucking your brains out underneath me. It's only natural to give you more time to think about it.”
There wasn't any need to argue further. At the end of the day, I'll still be getting what I wanted, so I caved in.
“Alright, we'll do things your way, but I get to choose how much time I need to 'think' about it. That's my condition.”
“That's fine with me. How long do you—”
I cut in. “One day and not a second longer. Deal?”
Able's eyes darkened with desire as a cunning smirk tugged at his lips. “Deal. Now, you better head back home. It's getting late. We don't want your dad to start getting worried.”
“There's one last thing I want to do before I leave.”
His brow quirked up. “Kissing is off-limits for now, little star.”
A soft chuckle slipped out of my lips. “Stretch your hands out.”
He did.
Sliding my hands underneath my skirt, I reached for my soaked panties, sliding them down the length of my legs.
Approaching Able, I placed them in his hands. “A souvenir for turning me on when you had no plans of fucking me tonight.”
He squeezed my soaked panties in his hands. “I accept my fault.”
“See you in a day's time.”
With that said, I ascended up the staircase, out the secret door toward his house exit. Moving toward the street, I flagged down a cab headed home.
When the cab stopped in front of my house’s front lawn, I took a deep breath before climbing down and walking through the front door.
“Hey, kiddo. You're home just in time for dinner,” Dad said from the kitchen. “How was your night reading with your friend, Angelica?”
Night reading. That was the excuse I made up to my father while I sneaked out to his best friend's house to make a sex deal. I promised myself not to feel guilty about this.
My father had been my best friend since his divorce from my mom two months ago, so I intended to make sure my sex contract with Able was over before he could ever find out.
“It was fine. Thanks for asking.”
Walking over behind my father, I wrapped my arms around him. “You're making macaroni with hot sauce?”
“Your favorite.”
My stomach grumbled with delight. “Now, I can't wait to eat it.”
I helped Dad set the dining table. Over dinner, he told me about his day at work, and I listened because to my father, tonight was like every other night.
After dinner, I helped Dad with the dishes. Then, I moved up to my bedroom, took a shower, and climbed into bed. Jesus, I couldn't sleep.
My heart wouldn't stop beating fast against my chest as thoughts of being buried under Able filled my head.
Whisking my phone up from the bedside table, I sent a text message to Able:
“Change of plans. I'm coming over tomorrow night.”
