I stare at the letter in my hand. It was crumpled up. I didn't need to read it to know what it said. I had it memorized by heart.
Dear Willow, Please forgive me for what I am forcing you to do, its not fatherly and not kind but its the only choice your mother and I have, His name is Nathanial West. Yes the billionaire. He will pick you up tomorrow night, at seven. Look nice. He's going to take care of you. Do as he tells you. We love you, we wouldn't do this if we didn't have choice. We are sorry Willow. Sincerely Mom and Dad. P.S. He is a dominate. Your his new submissive. Sorry, love you.
I look around my room. It was one of the things that would be hard to let go. It had all my memories of it here. I sit on the bed. It creaked. I smile, running my hands down the tie dye bedspread. The blue was almost the same color as my eyes. I drag a hand through my strawberry blonde hair.
Nathanial West. The billionaire. He was handsome. Every women's lucky guy. I was not lucky. I didn't want to be near him. Not that he was not nice. I wouldn't know. " Miss Willow someone is here for you he says he is waiting for you to come down" my parents maid called. "Okay" I call down. I check myself in the mirror. I wore jeans and a flannel t shirt. I look like a farmer. I roll my eyes. This was stupid, who cares what I look like. He doesn't care what I look like. Probably.
I walk down our stairs and look out the window. I saw a Audi parked in our driveway with a black paint job. I want to scream and pull my hair out. This can't be happening to me. I watch as Nathanial West came out of the car. He wore a leather jacket over his suit. I almost fall over. He was perfect. His hair was perfect. "Are you Willow?" He asked. My mouth is dry. I nod. "Alright let's get going" he said. I nod. He opens the door for me. I crawl in. "Sawyer drive to the house" he tells his driver who I hadn't seen until he said something. "Yes sir" he said. Then Nathanial follows me into the car. "So how are you?" He asked. I don't say anything. "Okay" I finally say. He nods. Silence follows. "I was wondering if you would sign some forms for me?" He asked. I look up at him. "What kind of forms?" I ask. He look over at me. "Forms for our relationship" he said. I look up "And what exactly is our relationship?" I ask. "Submissive and dominant, but boyfriend and girlfriend in public" he told me. I nod. There was no doubt he didn't care what I thought. "Can you just let my parents go?" I ask him. He looks up."You make it sound as if I'm holding them captive" he said some what joking some what serious . I nod. "No, its around ten billion dollars that they owe me" he said. "So they can pay you back" he looked sadly at me. "That was six years ago. They probably owe me way more then that now" he told me. I sigh. "But why me?" I ask. He smiles. "Your perfect for me" he said. I shake my head. "No I'm not" I tell him. "I'm not pretty, I don't have curves in the right places, I'm very uncoordinated, I'm going to embarrass you" I tell him. All of it was true. I'd probably trip on a dress if he forced me to wear one. I'd fall on my face if he made me wear heels. I was not pretty. There is a long silence before he speaks again. Instead of the nice tone. His tone is mean and demanding. Cold almost. "Don't ever tell yourself or others your not good enough for me, if I hear you say that I will take you across my knee, understand? He said. I gulp. Then nod. He was so scary when he was in his Dom role. I might not survive the first night.
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The house was very nice. It defiantly screamed rich. I look at Nathaniel. He doesn't look at me. The driver gets out of the drivers seat. " All your stuff that you are going to need is in our room" Nathaniel told me. I nod. I try not to allow the image of Nathanial and I naked. It wasn't something I was going to enjoy. "Mr West a call came in for you" a man calls from inside the house. Nathanial nods."Thank you" the guy bows and walks inside. "That was my butler Sam" Nathanial told me. I nod. "The forms are in my office" he said walking down a hallway. Pictures of random things were on the walls. I see a tree and a beach. "That was taken by a friend of mine" Nathanial told me. "He's good" "Indeed he is" Nathanial told me. "This way" he leads me into a fancy looking office. A leather chair and oak desk was in the room. A lamp was in the corner of the desk. It looked cozy. The office. " Here's the forms. And I'll give you chance to read it over so here" he handed me a form. I look at the piece of paper. It said Contract. I look at him. "Thank you I guess" I said. The paper was clutched in my hand. I walk over to the desk. I sit on the desk. "Could you sit in the seat that's what its for." I laugh. "Is the rich playboy uncomfortable?" I laugh. He snorts. "No I just paid for the chair and I like not to waste my money" he told me. I nod. Then sit in the leather seat. It was perfect. Molded perfectly. I stare at the contract in my hand. It read. "To the person who is signing. There are specific guidelines and rules that need to be addressed. Rule number one. You will do what the dominate tells you without hesitation. Rule two. You will allow any punishment to happen. You will use a safe word when you feel like your at your limits. You will not roll your eyes " I stare at the letters. Then at the line that needed my signature. I look at Nathanial. "Do you have a pen?" I ask. Nathanial pulls a pen out of his pocket. "Here" he handed it to me. I take off the cap. Then look down at the line. I grab the contract and scribble my name on the line. I just signed my life pretty much to him to do as he pleases.
