Stacy was shaken by the sudden braking of the car. So I strapped her in and we arrived back at my condo penthouse.
“You live here?” she asked, looking all the way up the glass skyscraper.
“Yes. Impressive, isn’t it?” I said, grabbing her hand.
She looked down at my hand and smiled.
“Very. Must be nice to have no worries about much of anything.”
We walked inside the building. I even had my own private elevator here. Inside was decked with golden accents and the best smelling air fresheners. Every little creature comfort imaginable. I guess sometimes I took it all for granted. Especially when there was still one thing I didn’t have— a baby.
Looking down at Stacy’s beautiful body, though, I had to admit there was something else I didn’t have, as well. A lot of somethings, actually. Love. Romance. Companionship.
I had always thought these things were unnecessary or even bad. Now, I was starting to second guess everything. That’s why I had to keep this arrangement business like and stay focused on the fucking contract.
“What do you mean?” I asked Stacy, even though I had a good idea. “Because I’m rich?”
She looked down at her feet and tilted her head to the side. “Yeah. Financial worries can kill a person, you know?”
“Yes, it can. But I still have my worries. Very far in between however.”
“I guess they are very few,” she chuckled.
“How about you? Do you have many worries?”
The elevator arrived and we got inside. Stacy’s eyes widened with the decor. “Yes, I do. What a beautiful elevator.”
“Thank you.”
“You must’ve designed it,” she pointed out, running her hand on the wall of the elevator.
“How did you know?” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Because, it resembles the one at your workplace. And since you own that building and it’s a private elevator as well, I could only guess.”
Stacy rubbed her arm and sat down on one of the small seats in the elevator. In under a minute we were hoisted up to the twenty first floor where the entire floor was mine.
“Wow, your place is huge,” Stacy said, stepping into my main living room.
The windows were from floor to ceiling. Impressive views and a wonderful balcony. I stayed behind her as she wandered my living room, looking at everything from the carpet to the furnishings.
This scene struck me.
It was different.
I had never brought a woman back to my place. I preferred fucking them in the more impersonal confines of my office or elevator or limo. But Stacy… she looked like she belonged in my penthouse.
She stopped at the balcony window and scanned over the horizon.
“Would you like to go out on the balcony?” I asked her.
She nodded her head and I placed my hand on the balcony door to open it. As I did so, my body bumped against hers.
Enough with all this teasing. I wanted her now. Closing the window, Stacy turned around and pouted.
“What gives? Something wrong?” she asked.
“I want you. Now. I wanted you ever since I saw your picture from Willow.”
Stacy slapped her hands on her hips. “So that little stunt of yours in the elevator wasn’t a test, was it?”
“No, it was me thinking with my dick, I’m sorry.”
Stacy rolled her eyes and went around me. “Well, I do need the money, and you need to keep yours. So let’s get to it.”
Stacy began to shed off her clothes. Yes this was an agreement, but I didn’t want our sex to be dull or forgettable. I wanted her to remember every detail.
“Stop.”
“What?” she said, dropping the hem of her dress down.
“To the bedroom,” I instructed, pointing her to the double doors down the hall from the living room.
“Okay—”
“And Stacy.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“I know there’s nothing but an agreement between us, but I’d still like it if our sex was more… natural. Meaning, I get to initiate however I please.” I motioned my hand in a scoot scoot fashion. “Now off to the bedroom.”
Her cheeks gave off a faint glow of red. If she had never been dominated, which, I suspected she had not been, then she didn’t know what she was in for. But as I stared at her gorgeous body with its power to make me weak, I began to realize that perhaps I didn’t know what I was in store for, either.