Although she looked beautiful. The black PVC dress she was wearing clung to her curves, dipping low in the front to show off a generous amount of cleavage, while its short skirt barely covered her ass. Especially once she sat down. Nearly every inch of her legs was uncovered, and if they hadn’t been pressed together he probably could have seen whether or not she was wearing any panties.

Going by how tightly the dress clung to her body, he was guessing not.

Her dark hair was pulled into a low side ponytail, the tendrils curling their way down her front and almost into her cleavage, and she’d used a heavy hand with her make-up, making her look goth. Michael was looking forward to making it run with her tears. He’d start with peeling off her dress and leaving marks all over her body, some of which would be covered when she put the dress back on and some which wouldn’t, and work his way around to fucking her into screaming orgasm. Preferably with some tears there too.

“Standard contract, without a time limit, to be ended when either party decides to,” Patrick stated, his voice even as he handed the papers over. Michael didn’t even need to glance at it, he practically knew the whole thing by heart.

Two blue eyes peeked at him over the top of Patrick’s desk as he leaned forward to sign, and he gave Lexie a smile. She spent a good amount of time kneeling beside Patrick while he was working, doing what she could to help him around the office. Lexie winked back at him and then rested her head against Patrick’s leg. Almost absentmindedly, he reached down to run his fingers through her short, black hair.

“You’ll have to inform me if either of you would like to end the contract,” Patrick said, pushing the papers over to Ellie. “So I can update the records.”

Michael appreciated Patrick said ‘if’ and not ‘when.’ A small difference in words, but great in meaning. Nice to know he had the big man’s support. After all, Patrick had known Ellie for a long time and seen her interacting with the other Doms around Stronghold; an ‘if’ from him was a big deal.

Triumph filled him as he watched Ellie sign her name, along with a wave of possessive glee. She was his now.

His to torment, his to pleasure... all his and no one else at the club could touch her unless she decided she wanted to end the contract. And he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she didn’t feel the need to.

When she set down the pen on the contract and looked up at him, her smile was tremulous, anxious. Michael reached out and took her hand, sliding his fingers through hers and giving her a reassuring smile. She relaxed, just a touch.