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His Brat

BDSM Erotica

By Author Billiejo PriestleyPublished 5 years ago 5 min read
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It feels like a dream, not real at all, but it is. Laid here, my heart is beating slow, my breathing perfectly relaxed, and I never thought that would be possible. I look down at the large metal cuffs around my ankles fastened to the wall, my hands tied with the rope above my head. If anyone saw me now, they would think I was here unwillingly; my friends would freak if they knew I agreed.

Marcus Mancini stands before me, his leather chaps slightly open as his hand grips the leather whip and his wicked smile melts my heart, I should run, I know I should. I am falling in love, and our contract does not agree to that, he will tell me to leave when he realises.

I never thought six months ago walking into that interview room that I would end up here, not at all, so let me take you back to then, to the messed up life I had at the moment Marcus found me.

Six months ago...

Another rejection, I sit outside on the curb, the rain pouring down as my tears fall, I am grateful for the rain, it hides the fact I am crying from the world that is quickly passing me by.

The tears are burning into my cheeks as I wonder how I am going to get by, how I am going to even live life anymore. Go to college they said, go to university, you will find it easier to get a job if you do.

Well, here I am at 26, I graduated university two years ago, and no job, still. What do I get told? "Too experienced, sorry." Everyone seems to want someone they can train so that they can start on the lowest pay possible.

So here I am, the bitter tears burning my cheeks, my body shaking from the cold, and I have no idea how I will afford to eat this week. I laugh to myself thinking maybe now it is time to accept I can't get a job, and just become a hooker, why did I even go to university?

"Excuse me, are you okay?" My body jumps as I look up and nod in response. The man stands there, holding his umbrella over my body, a gentle look on his face.

"You don't look it, everything okay?" He questions me again looking at me waiting for my response, what's the harm in telling him? Heck, it isn't like I will ever see this guy again. Here I am Anaya, getting ready to tell a strange, random guy in the street my issues because let's face it, I have no one else to talk to.

"Life, you know how it is. My dad pushed me to go to college and university, even left it in his will, well I did and no job, two years later, and no job, everyone saying no. I wasted my life going to college and for what? Nothing, nothing at all." I feel my anger rise as the tears fall quicker and he stretches out his arm towards me.

"I'm Marcus, look, I need a personal assistant, and usually it is one of my many workers who pick and choose them but not today. If you're willing to come to an interview, I will guarantee you get a yes at the end of it, if you want the job." His words quick and a laugh escapes my mouth as I look at him.

"Yeah, sure let's do it. I mean where do you live? Because I am guessing that is the address you will give me for the interview? Maybe a hotel or is that too expensive, possibly a motel that you can pay for just the hour. Sorry, but no." Okay, so maybe I am not willing to be a prostitute and sell my body just yet.

He starts laughing, a bit too loud considering everyone is turning to look at him. His hand slips into his pocket, and he pulls out a card.

"No, by personal assistant I mean someone to help me with personal things yes, but not sex, not in any way at all. I am Marcus Mancini." I take his card. His name doesn't stand out, maybe I was too quick to assume he was trying to pay me for sex?

"Sorry, hard few years, I would be very grateful if you would be willing to still give me a chance, even after what I just accused you of" Was a fool? Of course, he isn't going to.

"Sure thing, the address is on there, I will see you tomorrow at 10 AM?" Is he questioning me? Surely he should tell me when I should be there?

"That is fine thank you" He nods and reaches out again, my hand taking his.

"This is for you to read through, it is about the job in more details" He hands me some papers.

"Thank you." I turn to walk away, his hand still grasping mine.

"Take this, you are very wet, and well I would rather if you didn't get wetter walking home." He hands me his umbrella and walks off, my eyes watching him walk and get into a car.

Okay, I can do this, of course, I can. Walking home I get in and change straight away, hanging up his umbrella, I will return it tomorrow. Sitting down I look at the papers, I should read them, so I know what I will be doing as his personal assistant.

My hands open it, and my eyes widen I flip back to the first page to see the words, "Brat And Master Contract."

My hands begin placing it down. I hope that is not what he intended to give me? He said personal assistant and the first three words I read in this contract, tell me it is not a personal assistant job form.

I can't stop myself though; my hand picks it back up as I begin reading more and more of it. Each time I read more I become more nervous and anxious and I should not go to the interview, yet I need the money.

Tomorrow is going to end in me having the job, but this, I am unsure if I will mention to him that he gave me the wrong papers.

I will add a new chapter at least once a day, sometimes two or more.

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About the Creator

Author Billiejo Priestley

Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.

www.linktr.ee/authorbilliejopriestley

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