Sorry for the delay in submitting this next chapter, love scenes are harder than I expected they will be to write but here is chapter 2.
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Jasmine loved cheese cake and as she indulged herself she forgot where she was until Luke spoke, bursting her happy bubble.
"If you are done with dessert we can move on to the bedroom." She stared at him as if he had just said something totally outrageous. "My dear Jasmine our deal was for you to provide me with sex, not for me to indulge your culinary tastes."
"Yes, but do you have to be blunt about it." True, emotions did not come into this, at least not for him, so it should be no surprise to her that he could be so blasé' about it all.
Luke smiled and it was not his normal charming smile. "What were you expecting my little Jasmine? Surely as my new pleasure slave you should have expected that I will be dictating all the terms of this deal."
"I never agreed to be your pleasure slave... whatever that is, and while we are on the subject how long will this... deal of yours last?" It was time she took back some control.
A little fire from her was welcomed. "Shouldn't' you have negotiated the terms and conditions before agreeing to anything?"
She shook her head confused. Did he expect a person under severe stress to negotiate terms and conditions of what amounted to a life saving deal? "We can negotiate...
"It's too late for negotiations. You said you would do anything to save your sister and I am going to hold you to that. So starting from tonight will be at my beck and call until such time that I tire of your lovely body. You will not ask me questions when I tell you to do something is that clear?" He had been thinking about the deal for the past two month. On realising there had been virtually nothing agreed on except that Jasmine will be providing him with sex he had thought of nothing else, but how to capitalise on the deal. She was his to do with as he pleased. A sex slave, not a woman he will have to bother himself with much beyond ensuring her pleasure in his bed. It will make no sense not to ensure that happens, because doing so will make her more pliable and thus inclined to go out of her way to please him. Elizabeth may have turned to another man, but it was not because she had found something lacking in their sexual relations. In fact she thought he was too demanding in the bedroom. She had often left him unsatisfied because she could not keep up. If anyone should have gone looking for something extra it should have been him.
Luke worked hard and he played just as hard, and for him sex was just that, a form of stress relief.
Jasmine swallowed nervously before she replied. "Got it. You are the boss."
She was a cheeky little thing from what he remembered, and spirited though she often preferred to be seen and not heard. "Good so there won't be any misunderstandings. I want you naked and kneeling at the foot of the bed when I come in. I am going to just lock the doors."
He did not see the scared look in her eyes because he was already turning away from her. But what was there to do? Could she back out and wait to see what Luke would do to her?
Kneeling at the foot of his king sized bed in his totally masculine bedroom as naked as the day she was born meant she had made her decision. She was going to be his pleasure slave, and he had made it clear what that would entail. It was all about his pleasure and she would just have to endure it and hope he will tire of her quickly.
Luke thought she was more beautiful than he had expected in all her naked glory. There was a defiant look in her eyes. She was certainly not his first woman since the divorce, but she would be the first in his bed. Normally he preferred to use the spare bedroom.
"Come here!" Luke commanded. He watched as she moved to obey instantly enjoying the view. What sweet curves she had hidden in her ugly tom boyish jeans. He liked that she had only trimmed the black curls of her pussy instead of going bare.
