Fifty shades of Ereri

Chapter two

"Eren, come here." I glance around Levi's house. It's surprisingly small for a millionaire. I walk towards his voice, cautiously, until I stumble into his bedroom. I glance around to look for him, but all I see is bondage. For some reason it turns me on. "L-Levi?" I ask glancing at the bed. He saunters into the bedroom through the bathroom that's connected. "Hey." He says cooly. I glance at him shyly.
Suddenly Pinecones rain from the ceiling. "Happy birthday Eren!"
"WHAT?" I shout over the sound of raining Pinecones.

I wake up with a jolt. Brushing my arms to get the nonexistent pine-needles off of them. I'm just going to say that was probably one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had in my life.
I glance at my alarm clock and groan. It's noon all-ready. How does somebody sleep until noon?
I get up and get ready, putting on casual wear to meet Levi tonight. I hear my phone buzz. I pick it up and check my new message.
"Meet me, my place. At six." He sends me the location.
At first I was alarmed, now I realize at the beginning of the meeting I gave him my number. So it's not surprise he texted me.
The seconds turn into minutes, and the minutes turn into hours. But for some reason as I'm doing chores around the house time drags on.
Why am I so inpatient to meet him anyway? Oh yeah, Netflix.
Finally at five thirty I call a cab and head over to his house. When we arrive I glance up at it. Like, way up.
It's huge, and it makes me slightly more jealous of him.
I pay the can driver and venture onto the front porch. I ring the doorbell.
No response.
I ring it again.
Still no response.
I check to see if I have the right place.
I glance up and notice that up close, the house looks a little more worn down. Like it hadn't gotten a decent paint job in a couple years.
I wait ten minutes before deciding it wasn't his house. I start to leave when the door flings open. "Sorry I'm late."
I glance back and notice Levi, hair dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towl around his waist.
"It's fine." I say, glancing at his bare torso.
"Come on in." He says.
I walk in, removing my shoes as I notice he keeps his at the front door. M worn down sneakers look out of place next to his fancy dress shoes. "Thanks" I'm mumble.
He walks to his room for a minute, before coming back out in normal clothing.
"Let's eat dinner."
He takes me to his dinning room, I'm stunned, everything is made of glass and looks pretty expensive. I have the tendency to break a plate about once a week, I'll have to be carful not to drop these.
As we are eating, the silence gets a little awkward. I fold my napkin. "So, why did you invite me here?" I ask. Looking for a conversation starter. "Because I think you are interesting, and I want to get to know you."
"So like a date" I whisper under my breath glancing away.
He chuckles. "I guess you could call it that if you wanted."
My cool slips and I feel my checks warm. I hate it when I blush, it makes me seem vulnerable. Which I'm not.
We finish diner and retire to the living room. Which is once again impressive. We watch a movie in silence. Sitting one sofa cushion away from each other.
Once the movie is over and the credits roll I stretch and yawn. "Well, thanks for diner I better be heading back."
I get up to leave. "Wait! I barely got to know you."
Yeah no shit sherlock. You didn't really say anything.
"Ok well what do you want to do? Play icebreakers?" I roll my eyes.
"Something like that." He smiles at me.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? I wish he would cut it out with the cryptic remarks.
"I want you to follow me."
I follow him down to the dimly lit basement. He wanders over to his desk and picks up an envelope. He hands it to me. "What's this?" I ask.
"A contract." He replies heading down a different hallway.
"For what?" I say holding my hands out in front of me in case I bump into anything. One hand searching and the other touching the wall.
"You'll see." He grabs my searching hand and guides me down the dark halls into a room.
"You ready Eren?" He says hesitating. In front of a door.
Aggravated I sarcastically shoot back "oh please, enlighten me."
He opens the door and flicks on the light.
My eyes widen at the sight in front of me. "Is this a, sex dungeon?"
He chuckles. "Something like that yes."
It's like my dream from last night. Except I only knew the basics about bondage, this, this takes it to a whole new level.
There as so many contraptions and "toys" I don't know of or understand its a little frightening, and hot.
I shake my head slightly, what was I thinking? Not hot. Not hot at all.
"That contract is the the contract between a dominant and a submissive."
"So a sex contract?"
"Yes."
"Ok metaphorically speaking, if I did except your sex contract, who would be the dominant and who would be the submissive?" I ask.
He stares at me blankly.
"What?" I ask.
"Of course I would be the dominant."
"What no way!" I say. I'm not that shy... I think.
He pushes me against the wall, a gleam in his eye. "You sure?" He kisses me, roughly, I melt into him. Not fighting back as his hands clasp my wrists above my head.
He pulls away leaving me panting.
"You see?" He says smirking.
"Yeah I guess..." I say looking down.
"But who said I want to be your-your sex slave?" I stutter.
"You do, if you sign that contract. Take it home and bring it here tomorrow at seven. If you signed. We'll begin right away. And if you haven't." He smiles slightly. "Well, that's your loss."
I leave his house feeling slightly dizzy.
I hop into a cab and head home.
"Well that was..."
I whisper to myself.
"Different."