Synopsis
Blue-black bruises are just the perfect accessories for the innocent young submissive women in this bundle. Jane falls for a man too old for her, Tess surrenders to an Alpha who is vastly more experienced, and Olivia... well, Olivia should have read the small print before signing the contract allowing a stranger to ruin her completely.
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"Simulated," he corrected. "It will be entirely consensual and you will be handsomely paid."
"Why?" I blurted out, almost accidentally.
He laughed. It was a deep, warm sound that was even more shocking because of how nice it sounded compared to the topic at hand. I stared at him incredulously the entire time. When he was finally over his amusement, he said, "Because I can."
It sent shivers down my spine, how easy his answer came to him, how simple he made it sound. He wanted to do it because he could. "Why not- why not hire someone?" I asked even though the answer came to me straight away. Peter approached me because it was obvious how desperate for cash I was. He didn't want an act, he wanted it to seem real.
"I prefer inexperienced submissives," he said with a kind smile that was antithetical to the words he was saying.
I stared at the papers in my hand, uncertainty brewing heavily in my mind. "I don't know if I can- I mean, I'm not sure if I can do this. I've never done anything like this before and-" I'm a virgin, I almost blurted out, but I kept that to myself. There was that practical part of my brain that told me it was only for one night. By this time tomorrow, it was going to be a distant memory and I wouldn't have to worry about whether I could afford tuition.
"Don't worry about acting," he said, almost kindly. "You're going to be a little scared, a little naive, and you're going to struggle because you don't know anything and I'm not going to be gentle."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and crossed my legs. I clenched my hands together so he wouldn't be able to tell how strongly I was trembling. I wanted to correct him. I was much more than a little scared and a lot more than a little naive. I have never had sex.
"Of course, you could always have a safeword if you want to feel safer."
"Safe word?" I asked. There was a dotted line at the bottom for me to write it. I had been thinking about that ever since I read about it. It was a safety net that I realized I could take solace in. All the information I read had emphasized the importance of a safeword, especially when 'playing' with a new partner.
"Yes," he said. "Having a safeword would allow you stop whatever it is that is going on," he said. "However... if you choose to go without one, I'll double the money."
I stared at him. "Double?"
"All of it," he nodded.
"That's a lot of money," I said.
"Yes."
