I couldn't help but grin when I saw her signing her name on the paper. I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip by, but I didn’t expect things to be going so smoothly. Once again I looked at Natasha. She was the embodiment of lust and would make the perfect slut-slave. She had nice long hair, piercing blue eyes, long legs but a petite, little frame. Her tiny body made her round ass and big tits stand out even more. I could only imagine what her virgin pussy would taste like.

My eyes lingered and I noticed she was trembling. She always kept her head down too. This meant she was a shy little girl and that made it all more exciting.

“Good. Now, let us begin,” I told her as I grabbed the contract. I stood up from my desk, headed to the photocopy machine in the corner and made one copy. I slid the copy into my desk drawer and then handed the original contract to Natasha, “Keep a hold of this. Now, let’s go.”

She didn’t seem to understand the words as she simply stared at me. I waved the paper in front of her face and it took a moment for her to snap back to reality. Natasha looked up at me with a blank stare and it occurred to me she didn’t hear a damn thing I said.

“Take this, let’s go,” I repeated.

Natasha took her contract, folded it and slid it into the back pocket of her shorts. She got up and asked, “Wait… we’re starting this now?”

I put on my business coat and grabbed my wallet and keys, “Yes. Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you more in the car.”

She seemed a little timid and hesitant about leaving but when I pushed her forward she quickly complied. That further cemented a perception that began brewing in my head since she first walked in: she may be naturally submissive but just not aware of it yet. I’ll have to explore that trait of hers more.

Natasha kept her head down even as we reached the waiting area. She turned slightly to the side, probably hoping to avoid direct face-to-face contact with Felicia. I, on the other hand, waved off at my secretary.

“I’ll be discussing business with Ms. Benning outside,” I told Felicia as I led Natasha out the main door. “Go ahead and finish up and then close the office down. Don’t forget to lock the door.”

Felicia didn’t even look up from her monitor when she replied, “Sure thing, boss.”

I glimpsed at Felicia real quick and pondered if she wondered where I was taking Natasha. The uninterested look on her face, however, told me she didn’t give a damn. Felicia was hot but damn so cold-hearted too. The only instance I ever saw her smile and get excited was when she won a Bingo game on her phone… and yeah, that was it.

“Where’s your car?” I asked Natasha.

She shook her head, “Didn’t bring it.”

“Why not? How did you get here?” I asked her further.

Natasha just shrugged and replied, “It’s my only collateral. I didn’t want to risk it getting damaged or something. I took the bus.”

Well, at least she was being careful. I took her by the hand and pulled her across the parking lot and towards my car. When she finally caught sight of the red two-door sports vehicle Natasha squeezed my hand and squealed.

I turned around with a curiously raised eyebrow, “Never ridden a Ferrari before?”

Natasha bit down on her lip, containing her excitement. It was a little surprising to see, given how she was just a timid little pipsqueak moments ago in the office. Maybe she had forgotten all about surrendering her virginity to me the moment she saw the car.

I took out my car keys, hit the remote button and unlocked the doors. I stepped into the driver’s seat and put on my seatbelt as I waited for Natasha to get in the passenger seat.

Natasha was nibbling on her nails. She kept her gaze down, never looking up at me even when she was excited to be in my car, and remained silent. I could tell she was still processing everything going on.

“Let me tell you two important things,” I explained. “From now on, you call me ‘sir’ or ‘daddy’ and I better hear those words every time you’ve got something to say. Secondly, you are my slut. Whatever name you have or whatever your mom called you it’s time to throw it out of the window. You are a slut and you will refer to yourself as that. So tell me – what are you?”

“I-I’m your slut, daddy,” Natasha weakly answered.

Hearing her say those words sent a chill up my spine. It was like a dream come true. Now it was time for her to prove that she was my little toy.