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Chapter 3 - Contracts and Problems

Shawn grabbed her hair and dragged her into a room she never was in.

"Please no,...... please don't...."

"Bunny this time there is no begging going to help you or make me slow down,... you just have gone too far, bunny," Shawn didn't hide his anger anymore and Harper, she knew she was in trouble, deep trouble. Shawn opened a door and entered a dark room. Harper couldn't see what this room was all about, but she had a slide idea of it. This idea was the reason she felt excited. But as soon as Shawn turned on the light, this excitement changed into something else. It changed into goosebumps, a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach and this feeling when she was about to cream her panties.

I was so pissed at myself; I promised... yeah; I promised myself never again, and now? I signed again one of those ridiculous contracts. Why is it that I just can't stay away from this guy? The last guy who did this wanted to do this all the time. But there is a normal life too, at least for me. And where am I now? I am in a fucking playroom...again...

"Something wrong, bunny?" Shawn looked at me with an expression on his face that confused me. Could it be he may care for me, at least a little? And there it happened again

"No." Why am I not able to answer properly, damn.

"Sorry." Oh Jesus, Harper, just do it. Just answer properly for once, but it was too late already. Shawn had approached me and made very clear that he wasn't satisfied at all with my reaction.

"Why.The.Fuck.Are.You.Doing.This? I know that you know exactly how this works. So why are you so eager to make it that complicated, mhh?"

"I'm really sorry.....sir" Saved.... was the only thing she could think of.

"Doesn't change your prior actions, bunny." Shawn couldn't hide his amusement when he looked at Harper. He knew that she did what she did, because she wasn't willing to give it 24 hours, some hours ok, maybe a day sometimes, but not 24 hours a day and 7 days a week. He just waited for her to blur it out. Shawn watched her from the distance and the only thought that caught his mind, was that his girl was the sexiest girl he ever laid eyes on, so long ago.

~~~~~Shawn's memory flashback ~~~~~

She should have been my girl back then already, but she is my girl now. She is my girl forever. I always wanted her for myself, but she already was signed to someone else back then, she doesn't even remember. Then out of a sudden she had disappeared, nowhere to be found, and I had to move on. This evening in the club a week ago changed everything. She was back, and she was free. I know because I asked Avery, and Avery was the one who told me I wouldn't get through the shell to her old self. Avery was the one who told me that Harper had made herself promise never again, but I knew Harper already better than anyone. That s.o.b just took her right in front of my nose, mistreated her in so many ways, allowed that everyone could touch her, use her as they pleased as if she would be a whore and then when he was through with her, he just dumped her like trash. But this time, she will be treated differently. She is perfect; she is just perfect. Besides her promise, she signed a contract again, but why when she never wanted to do it again? Must be her old self who got the upper hand, because she didn't hesitate even one second.

Harper's eyes strayed around. A playroom as it should be, sound proofed, walls covered in black leather, imitate but nonetheless framed by wooden beams painted in black. Chops everywhere useful, the walls, the ceiling and the floor. Only a few lights, just enough to see what you are doing.

The floor is a soft carpet in black too, but if you get dragged like he used to do... your knees will not be friends with this one. In the middle of the room a king-size bed with a wooden frame and chops everywhere, incl a waterproof sex sheet. in the left corner, this so-called Orgasm tower, a steel frame like an upside-down cross incl. a place to install some nice wands. The right corner was the so-called fuck-bench, could be used for punishments too, and behind her the leather sling or love swing as normal people would call it, attached to the ceiling. At the wall on the left, The St. Andrew cross and to the right, 3 dressers for small stuff. On the wall all paddles, cranes, and wipes were placed. She asked herself how much time he invested in this .... yeah, be careful .. treasure.