Natasha was the most delicious piece of pussy I had ever tasted. All through the night I was tempted to fuck her again and again, having her bound to my bed like a dog I could use at anytime I wished. However, I needed to take it nice and slow.

During her first time in my dungeon I had broken her virginity and it did not take long for her to succumb to the pleasures of my assault. She was crying – no, begging – for me to fuck her and to let her release her orgasm. She was indeed a kinky little slut for me to own and dominate but I didn’t want to completely break her will and mind. Otherwise she’d end up being just another boring doll.

I also had to fulfill my end of the bargain. I knew no bank would ever sign her up. Banks didn’t survive on “promises” and “potential.” They survived because they only lent money to those who had proof they could pay back with interest. Natasha wasn’t one of those. I also tried all the potential institutional lenders I knew. Now, there was only once place left to find lenders: Mercury Wild.

When I drove over it was already past six o’clock in the evening. There were already so many patrons coming in and out of Mercury Wild. That delighted me; this place was frequented mostly by the rich and popular, and this meant there were already so many prospects I could approach to help me get Natasha some much-needed cash.

Inside I saw some of the regular folks that I hung out with: there was Daxter and Noelle but I also found Preston Maxwell, his wife Lyla, and Damon. Preston was one of the country’s most prominent businessmen, having run a big consolidation and acquisition corporation. Damon, on the other hand, was a professional football player.

Either of those could have solved my problems but it was the man seated with them that really washed all my worries away: Trevor Wild himself and his genius business advisor and wife, Jasmine.

I walked over to their table and greeted with a simple wave, “Hey guys.”

“Hey, someone walked out of their cave,” Trevor greeted with a smile. He let me sit beside him and Jasmine. He then handed me a glass of red wine. I took it and quickly gulped it down.

“How are you?” Lyla asked before she dug her face into Preston’s neck and smothered him with kisses. It kind of turned me on to see their women so affectionate this way, especially with the loud music and dim lights. It made me wish I had my new pet with me.

I forced a chuckle and then pulled out the papers Natasha drew up out of my little briefcase. I handed the paper to Jasmine. She quickly took them and with a raised eyebrow she studied the content. It took less than a few minutes for her to get the gist of the proposal and she then handed the papers to her husband.

“Very interesting,” she told me. “Is this a project of one of your little uh… pets?”

I caught the glimmer in her eye when she said that and nodded back, “Yes, it is. My little girl is hoping to open a small tattoo shop. She has the training and skill and even did some research proving that the competition is just tight enough to showcase there’s a viable market here. The problem is securing a loan.”

Trevor then handed the papers back to me and he gave me a smile, “So you came here instead of a bank.”

“I would too,” Damon cut in when he got what was going on. “It’s not possible for a small business like this to get a loan from a bank. Everyone at this table alone could finance this… Natasha. Why don’t we do it? We could put up the cash, you know, for Marcus if not for this stranger.”

Preston seemed to like that idea, “I agree. We may not know this girl but I do know Marcus. If he wants this then I say we should contribute.”

Hearing those words I felt glad to have such friends. People often perceived billionaires as stuck-up businessmen who have no time for anything but work for their addictions. That just wasn’t true. They were human beings, too and they cared about others. I was grateful to be able to have people like Damon, Preston and Trevor as friends.

“I agree,” Jasmine then added. That was the confirmation I wanted the most; she was the business analyst and advisor. If she would agree to this then everyone would really follow suit. “She’s a risk because she has no collateral except for her car and she has no experience. However, she has the skill and Marcus’ backing. I’ll take his word on it.”

Trevor then pulled out his checkbook, “How much do you want?”

Damon and Preston all followed suit. They were all ready to lend Natasha some money. This couldn’t have gone any smoother than this.

After securing the money from them I decided to stay a while and spend time with my friends. It was about time I relaxed for a bit and had a few drinks.

More importantly, I took the time to think about my next step. I had thirty-eight days left to dominate and own Natasha but my part of the deal was already done. I decided I wouldn’t tell her about it just yet. I had to play the long game for this one.

However, I felt this nagging feeling that I should tell her. Maybe if I did I could see her smile again and convince her to spend some time with me – on an actual date and not just for sex. Maybe then I’d get to dive deeper and get to know her on a personal level. Who were her parents, what were her dreams and why did she get into tattooing? Those were things I always pondered about but I couldn’t just ask her for the answers.

Merely thinking of dating her was a shock to me. I took a moment to reorganize my thoughts – was I seriously considering dating Natasha Benning? Perhaps I was slipping. I couldn’t get too attached to her. She was a slave. She was mine just to satisfy my sexual urges.

Yet the more I thought about her the more I wanted her by my side, giggling and talking to me about anything under the sun. I missed the sound of her voice, the smell of her skin and the way she’d look at me whenever she was lost in her own mind.

With Natasha’s image in my mind, I took another glass of wine and enjoyed the rest of the night.