Chapter 4


    CHAPTER 4: THE CONTRACT


    Grumbling, I throw the covers over my head to keep the sunlighting through the window from


    shining onto my face. I know it’ s too early to get up and face the day, my rm hasn’t even gone off yet.


    Just when I’m on the cusp of falling back to sleep, though, the annoying sound of my rm clock starts


    ring throughout my room. I groan as I flip the covers off my head and smash my hand down on the


    annoying beast of a clock.


    ncing at the bright red numbers serves as a reminder of the countdown to when I have to meet him.


    Hemanded that I meet himst period today, and I’m a little scared as to what he will do to me. I


    know I have a punishmenting for yelling and lying to him yesterday, but maybe he forgot. Ugh, yeah


    right! I would call in sick, but that would only be dying the inevitable, and he will take it as me hiding


    from him, which is a big no no. He would only take it out on my sister. Chills rush down my back


    remembering his threat that will follow for disobedience.


    Slowly, I head into the ensuite to shower and start my day. The spray of the hot water wakes me up


    immediately and rxes most of the tension in my body from the stress called Jace Palmer. I stay in the


    warm cocoon of the shower stall until the water runs cold, and forcing me to face the rest of the day.


    As I dry my body with the towel, I remember when I had done the same thing a few weeks back, only to


    feel the burn on my backside after Jace’s punishment. I flinch, remembering the pain, but my body also


    begins to tingle from the little bit of pleasure it gave me at the same time. I’ve yet to have a release, not


    willing to take the chance of him finding out, but I know I won’t be able to go too much longer before I


    give in.


    It’s beginning to get chillier out, now that Fall hase in full force, so I grab a pair of jeans and cozy


    sweater. I match my outfit with a pair of brown boots that reach to just below my knee, and then throw my


    long, chocte locks up into a ponytail. I love Fall; all the colors and scents thate with the season,


    they’re all my favorites. I remember when Jace and I would volunteer to rake both yards just so we could


    have leaf fights and make huge piles of leaves to jump in and hide. Just remembering the boy with dirty


    blonde hair and green eyes; his smile lighting up his face when he was happy, saddens me. He was a


    good-looking boy back then, but now, he has grown into a very fine specimen of man. He must work out,


    because seeing him shirtless made me want to run my hands over every protruding muscle that made up


    his six pack abs. To be totally honest, the deep V that disappeared into the waist of his jeans was for


    sure, drool worthy for any woman. It’s just too bad that his attitude ruins all the other good qualities that


    make up Jace Palmer..


    The school day went both slowly and much too quickly for my liking. It seemed to have been dragging


    on, making my insides twist all over knowing that I had a date with the devil incarnate, and yet, the day


    went by faster than I would have liked. I’m now standing right outside the Art room door, trying to get up


    the nerve to go inside. The halls are pretty much empty now that the bell has already rang, indicating that


    sses have started.


    My heart is pounding a mile a minute, and my head is racing with thoughts as to what may happen


    behind this door. Reaching for the door knob, I start to turn it, but then it gets wrenched from my hand as


    it swings open. Jace grabs my outstretched wrist and pulls me into the room. The click of the lock echoes


    through the empty room. Expecting to see his two goons in the room as well, I’m surprised that he’s


    alone, and I don’t know if I should be relieved or even more nervous.


    “I’m surprised you didn’t chicken out.” Jace snickers as he walks towards me slowly.


    I take a step back with every step that moves him forward, “I told you that I would obey you.” I bump up


    against a desk, ending my retreat.


    He stops once he notices that I’m no longer moving. We are only about two feet from one another, but it’s


    still too close forfort. My body can sense him, and it’s reaction is not helping my mental status. The


    room is silent as we just stand here staring at each other. I’m not sure if he’s waiting for me to say


    something first, so I open my mouth to talk, but he holds up his hand.


    “You will not speak unless I say, or I ask you a question. Do you understand?” His jaw is clenched tight,


    and I can see a slight five o’clock shadow around his jaw line.


    Gulping, I answer his question, “Yes, I understand.”


    “Good. Now let’s get some ground rules down before we begin.” He brings his hands behind his back


    and starts to pace back and forth in front of me, “As I saidst night, this is our little secret. Absolutely no


    one will know about our agreement. You will obey everything I say, and if I have to repeat myself, you will


    be punished,” he stops his pacing and steps up, right in front of me,


    The Contract


    grabbing my chin with his fingers, “You belong to me now, for as long as I say. No one else will touch you


    without my permission. You will not fuck anybody else unless I tell you to. Do you understand, E?”


    I nod.


    Use your words when you answer me.”


    “Y-Yes, I u-understand.”


    Studying me for a moment longer, he lets go of my chin and walks over to where he left his bag by the


    door. He rummages through it, pulling out a folder, and bringing it over to me after grabbing a pen from


    the teacher’s desk on his way by.


    “Sit down, E.” Hemands.


    I turn and drag the chair out from the desk, sitting in it as instructed. Jace slides the folder in front of me


    and opens it. At the top of the first page, it reads ‘Non-Disclosure Agreement’. Having awyer as a


    father, I know exactly what this is. I nce up at him, and he smirks.


    “I need to cover my ass, don’t I? I want you to read it all and then sign it. Do you have any questions


    before reading it?”


    “Um, what do you n on doing to me that involves having an NDA?” Skimming the front page, I noticed


    some abbreviations, and what does CNC stand for?”


    “You will learn everything once you read it. As for CNC, it stands for Consensual/non-consensual.


    Meaning, you are giving me consent to do whatever I want to do to you without having to ask.”


    I’m taken aback by his exnation, “W-What if I don’t agree to that?”


    He shrugs, “Then the whole deal is off.”


    I furrow my brows and nce down at the papers, “How much will you hurt me?” I whisper.


    I’m startled a little when his voice is right by my ear. I never heard him move, “As much as I want to hurt


    you. Not all of it will be bad, though.” He inhales deeply before moving away from me, “You need to


    understand, E, I’ve learned a lot since you and I were friends. I wanted to be the kind of man that knew


    how to give a woman what she needed. Don’t be fooled by me being as young as I am, I’ve grown up,


    and I’m years ahead of all these other high school boys.” He pauses for just a moment, “I’ve also made


    important friends in high ces.”


    “What if I don’t sign this at all, and then go to our parents and the police with your threats?” I’m trying


    anything I can think of to try and stop this absurdity, but in the end, I know it’s useless.


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    “Go ahead and try me, E.”


    “Why?” I spin in the chair so I can face my bully, “Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you to


    make you turn your back on me?”


    An evil grin appears on his face, “That’s something you need to be asking yourself, E. Maybe after our


    agreement starts, you will remember what you did two years ago. Once I spread those sweet thighs of


    yours, you will most likely remember.”


    Unknowingly, a tear slips down my face and Jace uses his thumb to wipe it away, “Hold on to your tears,


    you’re going to need them very soon.” He turns me back around and ces the pen in my hand, “Sign it,


    E.”


    I flip through the two papers, reading everything. Even though a heaviness grows in the pit of my


    stomach because of the things that he wants to do to me, some of them cause a tingle to ripple through


    my core. I lick my lips, knowing that I really have no choice but to sign the contract. Taking a deep


    breath, I put the pen to the signature line, and scribble my name, then drop the pen onto the desk. Just


    before he picks the papers up, I notice one of the names at the bottom of the papers.


    “You had my dad’s Law Firm draw these up?” My forehead begins to breakout in sweat. My father can’t


    know about this!


    Jace smirks, “What other Law Firm would I go to? Now, I have something else to hold over you. At any


    given time, I can make sure your dad sees your signature on his partner’s client’s contract.” He loops a


    piece of hair behind my ear, “No worries though, Luke promises to keep his mouth shut about all this, no


    matter how good of friends he is with Ethan.”


    I close my eyes and swallow hard, what have I gotten myself into?


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    JACE POV


    2010 –


    21 Doo


    The Contract


    I can’t believe she did it! She signed the fucking NDA. Either she must really love her sister or she’s a


    bigger slut than I thought. It’ s got to be the former, though, because I’ve been keeping track of her ever


    since I ended our friendship, and I know she hasn’t been with any other guys. I might have gone a little


    overboard back then when I ended it, but she fucking hurt me. I had been in love with E Baxter for half


    of my young life, and I thought that we would eventually start dating in high school. Neither of us had


    spoken of it, but what was supposed toe next?


    The night of the party destroyed my whole world. I was nning on talking to E about us, and if she


    would like to be my girlfriend. I’m not exactly sure when my feelings had changed for my best friend, but


    sometime around fifth grade, I started . seeing her as the opposite sex and liking her in a different way.


    We had shared everything together, and we knew everything about each other. I still know everything


    about her, because I make it my life’s mission to know. Getting back to the party, though, I was ready to


    take the next step, but then fucking Mason texted me and told me that E asked him to drive her home.


    Before I could ask E herself, Mason’s twin sister, Madison, started feeling sick and asked me to take


    her home right away. I had been talking to Madison most of the night, only sipping on the beer I had,


    because I was drawing up the courage to talk to E.


    By the time I got back to the party both E and Mason were gone. When I asked around, everyone said


    that they had left together a few minutes before I got back. I was so mad that E would do that to me;


    leave without telling me herself. We always made sure to stay inmunication, so when her text


    popped up, I ignored it. Then on my way home she started leaving messages on my social media, but I


    ignored those as well. I will talk to her tomorrow, I had thought.


    I had heard a car pull up, long after she should have been home, and when I looked out the window, it


    was Mason’s car that was parked out front and she was taking her time in getting out. Closing my


    curtains, I then turn my light off and go to bed. E will be getting an ear full tomorrow.


    I never got the chance to talk to E because my mom called me in to work in her store due to her help


    calling in sick. Just before lunch, Madison walks in with her brother at her heels. After chatting me up for


    a bit, Madison goes in search of a new outfit while Mason stays behind. I’m not sure if it was his n or


    what, but Mason leans in close to me and holds his hand out. I look at him, confused.


    “I’m actually d I ran into you because it will save me a trip.” Opening his hand, he shows me a familiar


    diamond stud earring, “E must have dropped this in my carst night. Could you see that she gets it


    back, it looks expensive.”


    I clench my jaw, but take it from him anyway, “Yeah, sure. It was expensive, and a birthday gift.” I would


    know, since I’m the one who bought them for her.


    “Man,” Mason grins and leans in even more, “E sure is a wild one! She was all over me, couldn’t get


    enough!”


    I raise my brow.


    “Oh,e on,” he yfully punches my arm, “I know you two are best friends, so I’m sure she called you


    after I dropped her offst night. It took me a while to get her to finally get out of my car.” He chuckles, “I


    won’t mind tapping that again.“


    My mother walks in from the back room just in time, because I was about ready to shove my fist down


    Mason’s throat. As soon as Mason and Madison left the store, I told my mom that I needed to leave.


    When I was sure that she would be okay at the store by herself, I left, but I didn’t go to E’s. No fucking


    way, that bitch was dead to me.


    Instead, I spent the rest of the weekend ckmailing pretty much the whole senior ss into not talking


    to E Baxter. I told some that she was a backstabbing bitch and couldn’t be trusted. Since we had been


    best friends our whole lives, they all believed me. I told the girls that she likes to steal boyfriends, and


    anything else that I could make up about her in order for people not to like her. As for her two other best


    friends, Amy and Bree, I knew of a secret that included both of them and I promised that I would tell the


    world about it if they didn’t stay away from E.


    I honestly couldn’t believe that by the end of the week, the whole school had shunned the girl that I


    loved, and it was all my fault. I had be friends with some of the jocks and other popr kids, and


    next thing I know, I’m the most popr, and most feared guy in the school. I continued to y my part in


    E’s destruction, and became her bully. I felt as though it was the only way that I could continue to stay


    close to her. I made sure that others knew that she was off limits to them unless I said so. After a while, I


    started to be turned on by some of the cruelty I was showing her. I had read up on why I would be


    feeling that way, and that is when I learned of the kink world. I wanted to be part of it, and I wanted E


    to be part of it.


    I’ve continued to be her bully, because of the power it gives me and because I know what it’s starting to


    do to her, I’ve been noticing it little by little since sophomore year. I knew when she developed her crush


    on me, after the fact that I was now her bully. She doesn’t like to be treated the way I treat her, but it


    turns her on. Would I ever truly hurt her? You bet, but only in a way that will give her the pleasure that


    she needs. If I need to threaten her in order to get her to let me do bad things to her because I know she


    needs and wants it, so be it. I will do what it takes to get E Baxter to submit to me all on her own.


    The contract was only supposed to scare her. The fact that she has signed it, opens up so many new


    options for me. Oh, E, if


    The Contract


    only she knew just how much of a devil I really am. She made me this way, and now she needs to suffer


    the consequences in the most delicious ways possible.


    When I lean down to take the contract, my mouth goes to her ear, flicking her lobe with my tongue, and


    then nipping it, “That’s a good girl, E. Shall we move on to your punishment now?”


    Her head whips around, “Why do I need to be punished if I’m a good girl?” The pout she makes is so


    adorable. I can’t wait to take advantage of that mouth, but that is for another time, another punishment.


    “Oh, did you forget about the ones you earnedst night?” I run my hand around her ribcage and up,


    squeezing her left breast, “Or the fact that you just questioned me?” I pinch her nipple just so I can hear


    the delicious gasp that escapes her perfect lips.


    “N-No, Jace. I’m s-sorry.”


    I love my name on her lips, it’s the only reason why I’m not making her call me Sir or Master. I’ve yed


    around with BDSM, even took the required sses to be a Dominate, but I’ve never taken a


    submissive. That spot was always reserved for one person, and she’s about to start her first lesson on


    submitting to her Master.