Protected

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Miles finds me standing in the living room area then leads me to my room. He said Christopher had some things to do and when he is done he will met me in the dining area for dinner. But that isn't for another two hours. I sit in my new bedroom just staring at everything. It's a nice room I must admit but it's really overwhelming. The bed was made like that girl said with silk sheets and a soft blanket. I almost fell asleep upon feeling the comfort of the bed itself. The room was just like the house, dark oak dressers and night stands. This room had wooden flooring but the bathroom has the same marble as the floor downstairs.

That girl was right, the bathroom is stocked with bathroom things along with the condoms and lube. I now sit in an arm chair just staring a the blank flat screen TV that is on a dresser. Miles did hand me the remote but I don't want to watch TV. I don't even know what I want to do at this point. I went from being in a gang to living in a millionaires home. Maybe I should just go back to Joey, get my punishment and be with him again.

I grip the arms of the chair at the thought. Why would I even think that? I ran away for a reason and I'm not going back no matter what. If Christopher discards me within a month maybe a week I still won't go back to Joey. Christopher...I won't lie he is very attractive. Maybe being his whatever it is he wants won't be so bad.

I sigh as I stand up. I take my jeans off leaving them on the floor then get under the covers of the bed. It feels so nice to lay on a bed that's soft and mine. I snuggle into the covers and close my eyes falling asleep.
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A hand presses against my arm and gently shakes me untilI wake up. I groan pull the covers tighter around my body wanting more warmth. "Tristin" My eyes open when I hear Christopher's voice. I look over at him, he is still wearing his expensive suit. "Let's eat dinner and talk" He says standing up and walking to the door. "Meet me in the dining room" He said then walked out leaving me alone. I sit up rubbing my eyes then stand and grab my jeans from the floor slipping them back on. I really need some other clothes.

I walk down stairs then stop unsure of where to go. I don't know where the dining room is. I start walking in one direction hoping to find the dining room.

I think I'm lost...I ended up in a study room and I really just want to give up right now. I groan in frustration but walk out of the study and just continue walking. That's when I hear talking. I perk up walking a little faster then I enter a room with a dining table. Christopher sits at the end of the table a plate of food in front of him. When he sees me he motions to the seat next to him that also has a plate of food. My mouth waters at the amazing smell coming from the food. Once I sit I immediately start eating not caring if I have to ask or anything, I'm way to hungry.

The food was delicious, it was steak cooked medium rare with some mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. It was better then anything I could cook. I glance up at Christopher who looks at me while taking a sip of his drink which looks like whiskey. I put my fork down and grab the napkin to wipe my face before looking down embarrassed. A paper slides up next to my plate along with a pen. I glance at Christopher again then at the paper grabbing it to read. As I scan the paper my grip tightens.

A contract...

I place the paper down and grab my glass of water taking a huge gulp. I've never been in a contract but I know it means we play and sleep together. I place a hand on my casted wrist gulping down the dread. "Do you know what it is?" Christopher asked grabbing my attention. I nod my head but don't look up. I don't know if I want to sign. What if he hurts me like Joey did...what if he is into broken bones and screaming and blood.

I close my eyes to stop the tears. I don't want that pain anymore. I came here to be safe. A hand gets placed on my shoulder making me open my eyes and look up at Christoper. "What's the matter?" He asked. His hand moves to cup my cheek. I take a deep breath to steady myself.

"My ex-boyfriend was into this stuff b-but he was...I don't know...he liked breaking bones and drawing b-blood" I admit glancing at the contract again. Christopher drops his hand grabbing the contract nod flips it over showing me the back. "Well I can promise you I am not into that stuff. If you read here it will tell you what I'm into and you get to put what you are into on here as well. I want this to as pleasurable to you as it if for me Tristin" He said. I look back down at the paper where is says all of his interests or kinks. Spanking, choking, most toys, cuffs, degrading and more that I am intrigued about about.

We are into most of the same things. I chew on my bottom lip as I pickup the pen but before I sign Christopher grabs my hand. "One more thing" I look up at him waiting. He waits a little be before talking, "no feelings involved. You start getting feelings and this contract is off" I stare at him for a moment. He stares at me with a stone cold face, no emotion at all.

If this gets me a roof over my head, food in my stomach, and keeps me safe then I will do this. I will not catch feelings for him. I need this help and safety. He releases my hand to flip the paper over again. I look down and stare at the two blank lines where we sign. I take a breath then sign dropping the pen after. Christopher grabs the pen and signs his name as well. What is the worst that could happen?