The Devil's Contract

Chapter 3: The First Session

Elena paced nervously around her apartment, the low hum of the city outside doing nothing to calm her nerves. The contract was signed, the decision made, but the reality of what she'd agreed to was starting to sink in. She was about to step into a world she knew nothing about, with a man who was as mysterious as he was intimidating.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She grabbed it from the counter and saw a message from Adrian.

Adrian:

"I'll be at your apartment in an hour. Be ready."

Her heart skipped a beat. An hour. Just sixty minutes before everything changed.

She had no idea what to expect. Adrian had given her no details about what the first session would entail, only that she needed to be ready for him. She had read articles, even watched a few videos, trying to prepare herself for what might happen, but it all felt abstract, distant. Now, it was real.

Elena walked to her closet, hesitating as she opened the door. What did one wear to something like this? She reached for a simple black dress, something that hugged her curves but wasn't too revealing. She slipped it on, the soft fabric clinging to her skin, and added a pair of heels. A quick glance in the mirror told her she looked the part, but inside, she felt anything but ready.

Time seemed to drag on as she waited, each tick of the clock amplifying her anxiety. What if she couldn't do this? What if she panicked or worse, disappointed him?

The knock on the door made her jump. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and walked over to let him in.

Adrian stood in the hallway, dressed in his usual immaculate suit, his gray eyes sweeping over her as if assessing whether she had prepared adequately. There was something in his gaze that made her shiver, a mixture of approval and control that was both thrilling and terrifying.

"Elena," he greeted, his voice smooth and authoritative.

"Adrian," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and the air seemed to thicken with his presence. Adrian's eyes didn't leave hers as he took off his coat, draping it over the back of a chair. He looked entirely at ease, like a man who knew exactly what he was doing—and what he was about to do to her.

"Are you nervous?" he asked, though the question felt more like an observation.

"Yes," she admitted, unable to lie under the weight of his gaze.

"That's natural," he said, moving closer until he was just a breath away. "But I need you to trust me, Elena. Trust that I know what you need, even if you don't understand it yet."

She nodded, her throat dry. The idea of surrendering control to him, of trusting him completely, was terrifying—but it was also the reason she had agreed to this. There was a part of her, buried deep, that wanted to let go, to be free of the endless decisions and responsibilities that weighed her down every day.

Adrian reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly tender. "We'll start simple tonight. I need to see where your boundaries are, how far you're willing to go."

Elena swallowed, her heart pounding. "Okay."

He took her hand, leading her to the center of the room. "When you're with me, Elena, you will refer to me as Sir. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, the words feeling foreign yet strangely natural on her tongue.

"Good," he said, his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction. "Now, I want you to undress for me."