I Guess I Do Need the Money

At the gambling hall Cassya was retrieving her uniform to start changing in the backroom staff area, having to work on her twentieth birthday. Her 'uniform' was a skimpy bodice, bloomers and stockings. It was what she and the other waitresses wore on the main gambling floor as they served drinks and snacks to the patrons. While this was not the most reputable job, it paid well and the tips were good enough. It was the best paid job she could get at the moment.

Her family needed the money desperately. Her father had racked up a huge debt then abandoned them, leaving her mother to deal with the fallout and repay the debt. Before her father inherited her grandmother's business they lived more than comfortably. A successful merchant family, living in a big house in a nice part of the city. Her father had arranged an engagement between her and a minor young noble, before anyone was aware of his mounting debt. He had pushed her into 'sealing the deal' with the young nobleman; it had been a profoundly underwhelming liason. He had aggressively guilt tripped her to 'do it for the family'. When the nobleman had found out about the debt, he broke it off even after deflowering her. Then her father ran, taking the last of their money with him. Her mother was left with no choice but to sell their family home and most of their possessions. She had moved them to a small rickety house in a shady part of the city. Then had taken up two jobs and was barely staying on top of the interest.

Cassya felt this job was a necessity just to keep them above water. She would take the indignity if it helped to slowly chip away at the debt and keep a roof over her younger siblings' heads and food in their mouths. She was about to start changing and work another shift serving gambling drunks. She tied her golden blonde curls up, began removing her dress covering her milky skin and hourglass figure. When the madam who owned the establishment and one of the waitresses from the exclusive area on the upper floor walked in, in the midst of an argument.

The 'uniform' for the exclusive section could barely be classed as clothing. The top half was a flimsy sash that was tied into a halter neck and the bottom was a loincloth made from a translucent material, that covered very little along with a pair of stockings and a pair of heeled slippers. The argument between the madam and the waitress was heated.

"You can't demote me ma'am, I need the pay, besides it wasn't my fault!" The waitress whined.

The madam clicked her tongue, clearly irritated and frustrated.

"You hit one of our exclusive patrons around the head with a drinks tray! You knew the rules before you went in! You're lucky I'm nice or I'd have fired you straight away... but keep whining and I will! You're back on the main floor so shtum!" She snapped.

The waitress clearly wanted to continue to argue but had the good sense to shut up. She huffed and went to change into the regular uniform. The madam approached Cassya.

"How would you feel about a promotion to the exclusive floor? Cassya?" She offered.

"What exactly does it involve? I'm not familiar with how things are up there." Cassya asked pragmatically.

"You wear the uniform, serve drinks and snacks like the normal floor. But part of the high fee for entry onto the exclusive floor means the patrons get to grope you how they like. You let them and they have to tip you heavily, pretty face like yours would earn you a lot. If you can handle that it's triple the nightly rate and you keep all your tips."

Cassya thought for a moment. It would be a massive sacrifice of her dignity, but it was a significant amount of money that she could make nightly. Money that she needed.

"Okay, I can handle that." Cassya answered.

The madam continued.

"Good. Just to be clear you don't touch them! If they want to relieve that urge then they have to pay for the brothel on the next floor up. That is a hard rule, I catch you doing that I'll fire you on the spot. Understood?"

Cassya nodded.

"Okay here's your new uniform. Your shift starts in ten minutes." The madam passed it to her before walking out of the room.

Cassya put it on. She felt her breasts straining against the fabric of the sash, her nipples' outline very visible. The loincloth wasn't much better, the fabric rode up into her ass. Leaving her buttocks fully on display, her pubic region and its blonde hair only just about covered. She pulled up her stockings and popped on her heeled slippers along with a thin belt for her coin bag and notepad and pen to hang on. She swallowed the embarrassment she felt dressed like this and went up to the exclusive floor.

When she entered the floor she felt eyes fall upon her. She went to the bar to be assigned a section and tended to it. She was in charge of four tables and a private room. She went through them. Receiving ogling looks and jeering comments at each one. A couple of men grabbed her ass and gave her a gold piece for the privilege. Adding the gold to her bag tied to her belt. Next she entered the private room, and as soon as she entered it was clear that these men had a lot more money than the rest. Their clothes were fine and definitely well tailored. Young nobles she guessed. There was one who caught her eye because of how he was looking at her. While the others jeered or made lascivious comments he just gave her a welcoming smile. He appeared to be in his early thirties, he had short wavy black hair, pale skin, a sculpted face with high cheekbones and silver eyes. Which were gazing at her like a hungry wolf.

"Good evening." He greeted her in a smooth baritone. "Are you new? Don't think I've seen you up here before?"

Cassya found herself entranced by him for a second before coming back to her senses.

".... Uh... yes. I started recently but I was moved up to the exclusive floor tonight."

His smile became ever so slightly bigger.

"What's your name?"

"Cassya." She answered. Not really sure what to make of his deeper interest.

"Well, that's beautiful, it suits you."

The clichéd line still got a smile from Cassya.

"What can I get you all to drink? Any snacks?"

"Hmmmm... let's start with a bottle of whiskey for the table. Then bring another in an hour."

She nodded. Then left to acquire the bottle of whiskey, she went to the bar adding it to their tab and brought them glasses and the bottle before returning to tending the other tables. Her coin bag steadily being added to. She returned back to the private room after an hour with another bottle of whiskey. The men had polished off the bottle and were on their way to being tipsy. She placed the next one down on their table.

"Would you like anything else?" She offered.

One of the men jeered.

"How about your cunny wrapped around me?"

Cassya put on a wry smile.

"I'm ever so sorry, but that is not on the menu. Would you like anything else?"

It got a chuckle from the other men at the table.

"Tut tut tut, such cad-like behaviour Teagan. You know she can't give you that, and that's a terrible way to ask for it." Said the man with the wolf-like look in his eyes. Taking a sip of whiskey

"Aww... come on Alaric. It's just a bit of fun!" Teagan whinged.

Alaric smirked.

"Also a great way to get the Madam to ban you. We're not changing our venue in the future to accommodate you if that happens. If you're that desperate, I'll treat you to what's upstairs. Otherwise find a better way to handle Lady Marlberg kicking you out of her bed."

He mocked.

The men in the group laughed.

Teagan flushed pink with embarrassment.

"How did you even know about that?!"

Alaric chuckled.

"I know a great many things. You'll get over Lady Marlberg... just like how she has gotten over you."

He teased.

"Wait... what do you know?!" Barked Teagan. His friends still laughing

Alaric chuckled again.

"Nothing I feel like telling you."

He turned his attention back to Cassya, who was clearly amused by this interaction but poorly trying to hide it.

"Could you bring us some bread, butter and some fruit bowls, please?"

"Certainly!" She smiled.

She left to get their snacks. She filled up the tray and returned to the room after a few minutes. As she leaned over the table to lay out the contents. She felt fingers feather up the back of her thigh to her ass, caressing and massaging it. Just as she finished placing the last plate down she looked around to see it was Alaric touching her. When she made eye contact, he slipped his fingers between her legs and started to stroke her sex. This was a level of touch that she was less used to and his fingers were gentle and teasing against her folds. As she stood up he rubbed a finger against her nub, making circles. He knew what he was doing.

"Ah... was there... anything else... you'd like... from the menu?" She asked, feeling flustered.

The group of men saw what Alaric was doing and they all formed mischievous grins. They all talked slowly like they were trying to prolong the conversation.

"I don't know, do we want beer?"

"Not beer, perhaps wine and some cheese?"

"Ooh... that would be lovely... but what kind of wine... dry or sweet... red or white?"

They continued to prattle on as they feigned indecision. Whilst Alaric continued to tease her nub. He eased his fingers underneath her loincloth, he used his thumb against her nub and sank his index and middle fingers inside her. She pulled the tray in front of her, blocking the view of what Alaric was doing to her lower half. He flicked his thumb over her nub and eased his fingers in and out. He quickly found her sensitive spot inside and focused his internal massage on it. She couldn't help but let out a muffled gasping moan. Alaric grinned as he heard it. He pumped his fingers inside her faster as she squeezed her legs together. She felt her nub twitch as his thumb played with it. She clenched her jaw and pursed her lips trying not to allow any moans to escape as she let him touch her like this. She began to squeeze around his fingers and felt her finish coming soon. She knew what that was from exploring her own body. After her experience with her former fiancée, she had not been sure a man would make her feel it. Especially in a situation like this. She trembled and clenched around his fingers as he made her come, a surge of bliss running through her, making her legs shake. She struggled not to make a noise. Her face scrunching up. She flashed crimson in embarrassment.

Alaric removed his fingers and smoothed her loincloth. He made a show of licking his fingers in front of her.

"I think if you can't make a decision gentleman we should let her get back to her work... I've sampled what I wanted to." He flashed a lascivious grin at her.

"Very well... I'll be back later to check if you want anything." She said sheepishly.

As she was about to turn and leave, Alaric grasped her wrist. He placed fifteen gold coins into her palm.

"Don't forget your tip." He purred.

"Thank you." She took it and left.

She placed the coins into her pouch. While part of her was still reeling from his touch, another was curious at exactly how wealthy he was if he would drop fifteen gold coins like that. She shook it off and focused on her shift. She made her rounds of the other four tables. Earning more gold in tips. When it came time to go back to the private room she grew apprehensive. Was she nervous or excited, she was not sure. She entered and checked on them. The men were decidedly merry by this point, except for Alaric who seemed more sober.

"Do you gentlemen need anything?" She inquired.

As the group tried to decide, one of the men looked at her more closely, and slurringly spoke.

"You know she reminds me of someone... who was it?... ah yes... she looks just like that girl Aberforth was going to marry. What was her name? She was from the Wainwright merchant family... sod it, can't remember her name."

Cassya blanched. Hoping that this noble drunken fool continued to fail to remember. Having men like them know how far she had fallen would be too much humiliation for one night. Alaric was keenly looking at her, studying her reaction. He smirked.

"I think we are okay. We've had enough for the night you don't need to check on us again. Thank you."

His smirk became a warm smile.

She left the room and finished the rest of her shift. She changed out of the ridiculous uniform and went home. She hid her pouch of gold, so it would be less likely to be taken from her on her walk back. After a forty minute walk she reached 'home' the house they had moved to. It was about an hour before sunrise, she did her best to be as quiet as possible. She slipped into her nightclothes and sank into bed. She needed to get a few hours of sleep before everyone woke up. It would be noisy and once her mother left for work, Cassya would need to get on with the house work whilst keeping an eye on her much younger siblings.

She awoke many hours later to her little brother jumping on her demanding her to get up. She would be furious if she did not love the annoying idiot. She got dressed and went downstairs. Her little sister was getting started on breakfast. Cassya was happy enough for her to start the prep as long as she didn't start a fire. Cassya got one going and put on the kettle. Coffee for both herself and her mother would be essential. Her mother soon came down looking like her default state these days, tired.

"Morning, sweet pea. I didn't hear you come in last night?"

"I came back later and I did my best not to make any noise. I got a promotion, it means triple pay plus tips." She said with enthusiasm.

She handed the coin bag to her mother. Who judged the weight before opening it. She saw the purse was filled with gold. A mix of emotions ran through her face, delight, then concern. She pulled Cassya out of earshot of her siblings.

"Cassya, you haven't started working on the top floor have you? Because I never want you to do that. I despise your father for doing that to you, no matter how bad things get I refuse to have you get coin that way." Her face filled with worry.

"Relax mother. I am just on the exclusive floor. Just wealthy patrons who like to flash their gold."

Cassya flashed her a comforting smile.

Her mother sighed with relief giving her a warm smile.

"If you can hold onto this job, we might be able to slowly climb out of the hole my idiot husband dug us into. Now I need coffee."

They returned to the kitchen and enjoyed the brewed coffee. These days they had it so strong it kicked like moonshine, but it was necessary. After breakfast her mother left for work. Cassya escorted her siblings to school and did chores until it was time to pick them up again. Her siblings would do their homework and help with what was left. They would prepare dinner in time for when her mother got home. It was as normal as their new normal was. Once her mother had dinner she left to work for a few more hours, then she would come home and it would be Cassya's turn to work.

Work that night was far less eventful than the previous night. She still left with a pretty full coin bag by the end and went home to sleep and start the day again. Following the same routine as yesterday Cassya filled her obligations for the day until her mother came for dinner home looking dejected. Upon seeing this Cassya ushered her mother away from her siblings.

"Mother, what's the matter?"

Her mother let out a world weary sigh.

"Fagin came to visit me at work. He's increasing the interest rate again."

"Can he do that?! It doesn't seem legal?!"

Cassya blustered.

"Whether it is or isn't, we don't have the money for a solicitor to challenge him on it."

She said, deflated.

"What do we do?"

She placed a hand on Cassya's shoulder.

"I just don't know, Sweet Pea."

Dinner was eaten in silence. Her siblings knew something was wrong, but didn't dare ask. Her mother left for her second job, then returned. Signifying Cassya's time to work. She began her shift at a low ebb masked by the smile she plastered onto her face. She served the four tables and checked on the private room. She was surprised to find it was just Alaric in the room by himself.

"Oh... Alaric. Waiting for someone to arrive?"

He looked at her with a curious expression on his face.

"In a manner of speaking. I wanted to have a conversation with you, without any eavesdroppers. To confirm a few things."

She felt herself stiffen.

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

His expression turned to that of a hunter about to corner his prey.

"What is your full name?"

"Do you need to know?"

She started to feel vulnerable.

"Are you Cassya Wainwright? Yes or no?"

She looked down, unsure where this was going.

"... Yes."

"The same Cassya Wainwright who was engaged to Aberforth Carnaby and whose father accrued significant debts and fled."

She nodded.

"The man who holds your debt is Fagin?"

She nodded.

"It's understandable how you ended up working here. I don't judge you, but it is a waste."

He stood up and walked closer towering over her. She looked up at him, he ran his fingers under her chin. He leaned down and kissed her. Gently at first, she parted her lips and he feathered his tongue against hers. It sent shivers down her spine. He deepened the kiss, he moved his hand from her chin and buried it in her hair. His free hand grasped around her ass. She ran her own hands across his chest as they pressed their bodies into each other. She raked a hand through his hair as he ground his crotch against her. She moaned into his mouth. He quietly growled before breaking off the kiss.

"I need to stop this before we get caught. Because I'm thoroughly tempted to throw you on the table and take you. We'll talk later." He purred.

He parted from her and exited the private room. She was left standing there feeling flustered and turned on. What was that? She was not going to get any clarity today. She finished out the rest of her shift and went home. She blearily awoke to the bouncing alarm clock that was her little brother. She got up and did the usual daily routine. When her mother came back for dinner she seemed out of sorts, dazed. Cassya took her out of earshot of her siblings.

"Mother, did something else happen today?"

"Yes... but... I don't know what it means. Fagin gave me another visit today. He said he'd sold our debt to someone. He gave me a copy of the paperwork. I know the name distantly but I don't know if they will be better or worse than Fagin." She answered, confuddled.

"Can I look?" Cassya requested. Keen to see for herself.

She looked at the name on the paperwork. 'Alaric'

"I think I know this man. He's been at the gambling hall."

"Do you realise who he is?" Her mother asked rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"No, sorry I just know him as a wealthy patron. I was never any good at recalling which noble families were which."

"The family name Caeranote, is of the wealthiest merchant house, recently raised to nobility... when the king's bastard became the head of the family."

Her mother stared Cassya dead in the face.

"Did he know who you are and about the debt?"

Cassya nodded. Her mother sighed.

"Part of me wants to hope he just wants to help. But the pessimistic cynic inside me says he wants something from you Sweet Pea. You're going to have to wait for him to tell you what it is." She looked so resigned.

"Let's just eat dinner."

They ate dinner, her mother trying to pretend nothing was bothering her in front of her younger siblings, but it was tense. After her mother came back from her second job, Cassya left for work. She worked her shift, wearing a fake smile throughout. Trying not to dwell on her current situation. After a nondescript night, she finished work, got changed and stepped out of the gambling hall to begin her walk home. A carriage was waiting, the door opened and out walked Alaric. She paused as she saw him. He had a smile on his face.

"Good evening... or morning. Would you like a ride home?"

Cassya raised an eyebrow and gave him a wry look.

"I've always been warned not to get into carriages with strange men. I assume you've been waiting for me?"

He chuckled.

"Are we really strangers? I wanted to have a chat with you. I thought I'd save you the walk home while we have it."

She harrumphed.

"I promise to be an absolute gentleman."

Cassya rolled her eyes and relented. She took his hand as she climbed in and seated herself. He stepped in after and tapped on the roof twice as he sat down, the carriage was urged forward.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Cassya asked, feeling on guard.

He half smiled.

"Were you aware that I have acquired the title of your family's debt?"

"Yes... why exactly?"

"It seemed like a good investment." He smirked.

She sighed.

"Planning to bleed us dry like Fagin?"

"No, in fact I'm slashing the interest he illegally tacked on and setting it at point one percent. I'm also having him audited based on what I found looking at the financials."

His expression became lascivious.

"I think you probably have an idea of what I want from you."

She met his gaze.

"I do... but I need to hear you say specifically, what you expect from me."

"I want you to become my... personal employee. For every week that you spend in my employ I'll knock off a significant chunk off the debt. In theory you and your family could be debt free within half a year."

"Yet you have still failed to be specific on exactly what you want me to do as your... 'personal employee'." She snarked.

"... You will cease working at the gambling hall. Instead you will come to my residence at night and be there when I wish for you to 'serve me'."

"Pretty close to what I thought it would be. Are you giving me a choice in this?"

"You don't have to accept, but even with the interest removed, you and your mother will be paying off the debt for the next ten years at least."

She pondered this.

"Are there any other aspects of this 'personal employment' that I should be aware of before I make my choice?"

"I expect to be the sole man who has access to your body. Violating this term will void our contract. I don't have any 'unusual tastes'. You're not going to have to evade or hide from a wife or fiancée, I have neither. I will not restrict your ability to assist your mother with your siblings, I will even provide you with a small stipend to aid your expenses."

"Why me? Surely there are many women more suitable for this who would be delighted to fulfill this role in your life?"

He visibly grimaced.

"They come with numerous complications, political manipulation, spying, attempting to trap me into an unwanted marriage or just bleeding me dry of gold while masquerading it as affection."

His expression changed to a smile as he looked at her.

"You though... our relationship will be clearly defined, you have left high society and are incredibly unlikely to be used against me. But the main reason... I find you extremely desirable."

She took this on.

"What if I became pregnant with your child? What then? It's a possibility if you intend to use my body as such."

Without missing a beat, he answered.

"Assuming it is mine. I will provide for it. If our contract has become voided due to your body not being exclusive to me. Then you will get nothing."

"You keep mentioning a contract?" She queried.

He tittered as though it was funny.

"I never make any agreements that aren't written down. It irons out details between both parties. You have the night off tomorrow don't you? Come to my residence, I will have our contract written up, we will both sign it and each retain a copy. You have time to decide if warming my bed is something you are happy to do."

The carriage pulled up to her house.

"Looks like we have run out of time for our chat." She said looking out the carriage window.

He opened the door, stepped out and gave her his hand.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, I'll send my carriage to pick you up."

He gave the back of her hand a peck before climbing back into the carriage. She heard him knock the roof twice and the carriage set off. She stood there for a moment outside her house. Just thinking. If she did this her mother would be able to stop working herself into the ground. They could actually plan for the future instead of being ground down by the debt. Also depending on the terms of the contract she could still work off a large chunk of the debt. Even if she found she couldn't stand sharing his bed for the full six months. Her mother was going to have complicated feelings about this though.

She walked into the house and her mother was sitting at the kitchen table in her bedclothes.

"I heard the carriage drop you off. I assume it was him?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Cassya nodded.

"He told you what he wanted?"

"He's offered me a job at his residence to help pay off the debt. He's promised that he's going to lower and freeze the interest, so it is actually going to be possible for us to pay it off." Cassya presented with a hopeful tinge to her voice.

Her mother seemed to relax, then stiffen again.

"... does this 'job' involve parting your legs for him?"

Cassya sounded resigned.

"... yes... but if I were to take this job. The debt would be cleared in six months. We'd be free!"

She watched a range of emotions go over her mother's face. She seemed conflicted, she gave a heavy sigh.

"As a mother who loves you, I won't ask you to do this. Make the decision you feel at peace with Sweet Pea, whether you make it for yourself or for the family."

She got up, squeezed Cassya's shoulder and went back to bed. Cassya stood there for a moment before retreating to bed. She was too tired to think about this anymore.

She was awoken the next morning to both her siblings bouncing her trying to rouse her. Both of them giggling as they did it. As innately irritated as she was with being brought to consciousness, she couldn't stay angry with them for more than a moment as she saw their smiling faces. She sat up and pinched their cheeks.

"That'll teach you for waking your big sis' so rudely!" She chuckled.

They half heartedly protested as she let them go before both flashing beaming grins. She got up and started on breakfast. When her mother came down she greeted her siblings but didn't say a word to her. They ate breakfast and her mother left. She spent a normal day with her siblings. Even as they ate dinner her mother still said nothing to her. Soon after her mother had returned from her second job, Cassya heard the carriage. So did her mother, she looked down as Cassya went out the door. She stepped into the carriage, after a twenty minute ride, they pulled up to a four storey townhouse in the city centre. The coachman escorted her to the door and clacked the knocker on it. The door was opened by a middle aged maid, who ushered her inside then escorted her to the top floor. She tapped on a door.

"Miss Cassya Wainwright is here sir!"

"Enter." Alaric said beyond the door.

The maid opened the door and gestured for her to go inside. As Cassya entered the door was closed behind her. Alaric stood.

"Please, take a seat." He pointed at the chair in front of his desk. He was dressed casually today, just a shirt, trousers and boots. Cassya sat in the chair as requested, He sat back down too.

"Have you written up this contract? I would like to take a look." She requested.

He chuckled.

"So you are open to making a deal, good. Here is what I have drawn up."

He handed her a sheet of paper with a dense amount of writing. It detailed the specifics of their deal. The exact figure of what would be written off from the debt each week, the amount of the stipend. The accommodation in the event of her becoming pregnant. The contract becoming void if she was with another man.

"What about if I decide I wish to end our arrangement before the six months is over? Or you decide to?"

He pondered this for a moment.

"If you do, you can end it at any time. I have no desire to have a woman in my bed who doesn't want to be there, but you will have to pay off the remaining debt. If I decide to end it before the contract finish, and you have been upholding your contractual obligations I will write off the balance of the debt."

"What conditions should I be aware of that would make you think that I have not held up my 'contractual obligations'?"

She asked, curious.

He gave it some thought.

"Failure to present yourself at my residence without prior notice or good reason. We've covered intimacy with other men. Selling information about me and my movements to interested parties. Bringing public attention to our arrangement."

"... nothing about me refusing certain sexual acts?"

"As said before, I have no unusual tastes. Assuming you have no issues with me putting my cock between your legs, it's fine. You have the right to refuse anything you find too 'adventurous'."

"Do I have to 'serve' you every night?"

"Potentially no. There will be nights where I have business elsewhere or I might not be in the mood."

"So I just come to your house and... twiddle my thumbs for night in that happenstance, nothing else?"

"I assume you can find some way to amuse yourself. Being paid to do nothing is an ideal task for many." He smirked.

"Okay, I want all of that included in the contract." She quietly demanded.

He raised an eyebrow and gave her a scrutinizing expression.

"I didn't expect you'd be so thorough."

"I spent a good portion of my childhood around my grandmother who built the Wainwright business. I know what makes a good contract." She retorted.

He chuckled.

"Very well. I will add it."

Another knock at the door was heard.

"The nightcap you requested, sir." The maid said through the door.

"Thank you, bring it in." Alaric requested in a friendly manner.

The maid brought in a tray with a fine glass decanter of wine and two goblets.

"Will that be all, sir?" The maid asked.

"Yes, Tessa. You can leave early, I'm sure you're keen to get home." He gently smiled at her.

"Thank you sir. Goodnight." She curtsied and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"That was kind of you." Cassya mused.

He poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Cassya.

"I wasn't going to make her stay arbitrarily. Besides once we finish this contract... I would rather have a bit of privacy." He flirtatiously winked at her.

She pulled a wry expression.

"Says the man who touched me in a room full of his friends?"

He laughed.

"Fair point, I had a few too many drinks and couldn't resist what was right in front of me." His face became pensive.

"Can I ask you something?"

She nodded as she sipped her wine.

"How many men have you let touch you?"

She raised an eyebrow.

"If you're counting all the drunks who've slapped my ass since I started working at the gambling hall... I've lost count. Men who have touched me between my legs... just two... including you."

He flashed a mischievous knowing grin.

She continued drinking the wine as he fully wrote out both copies of the contract. She had finished a few glasses by the time he had finished. He allowed the ink to dry for a moment before handing it over for her to peruse. He slipped his own glass of wine as he waited for her to check it over.

"I'm happy with it if you are?" She announced.

"Shall we sign?" He asked.

She nodded. He handed her a pen and she signed her full name at the bottom of the contracts, he did the same for both copies. When the ink dried she folded her copy into her dress pocket. He finished his glass.

"Would you be willing to join me in my bedroom?"

She nodded and he guided her out of his office to the room across. His bedroom was large and well appointed with an enormous bed.

When they got close to it he kissed her. Deeply, in a manner that could be described as possessive. He ran his hands across her back pulling her close and grasped his fingers through her hair. As he ceased the kiss he nibbled her bottom lip before pulling away. She felt dazed and breathless like the last time. He looked at her hungrily.

"Take off your clothes." He ordered, almost growling.

She did as commanded. She unfastened her dress and pulled off her undergarments, letting them fall to the floor. He took in her nude form as she stood in front of him. Gazing at her pink nipples and trailing his eyes between her legs where her folds were a matching shade with a dusting of blonde hair above. His length hardened within his trousers. The hungry look in his eyes aroused her. He removed his boots then pushed her down onto the bed. He pulled off his shirt to reveal a taut chest, his muscles weren't large but they were clearly defined. He climbed on top of her. He kissed her mouth before trailing his lips to her neck. He gently sank his teeth in to nip her skin, leaving a mark. He kept trailing his lips down. He grasped both of his hands around her breasts. Squeezing and kneading them. He ran his thumbs over her nipples. He held a nipple in place with his thumb and forefinger before wrapping his lips around and sucking it, feeling it harden in his mouth. She softly moaned as he rolled his tongue over it, her other nipple pinched between his fingers.

He stayed like this, teasing her nipples. She felt tingles form between her legs and the urge to press them together. She began to writhe slightly. He moved his hand from her nipple, feathering it across her skin, down her stomach and between her legs. He stroked his fingers through the hair atop her nether lips before caressing his fingers up and down her folds. She ran her hands across his shoulders. He rubbed his fingers in circles on her nub. She started to let out quiet, shaky moans as the tingles intensified. He looked his silver eyes up at her face, it was relaxed, slightly open mouthed. He let out a sigh as he continued to suck on her nipple. But he was in the mood to suck something else.

He pulled his mouth off her nipple with a pop. He pulled her legs apart and lowered his head between them. He licked his tongue along her folds, dipping it between them to taste her. He slowly licked his way up to her nub, lifting the hood with his fingers and kissing it. She bucked her hips as he lightly sucked it. This was something new and extraordinary for Cassya. She bunched one hand in the sheets and ran the fingers of her other hand across his cheek and into his hair grasping it. He increased the strength of his suction and slowly ran his tongue over her nub. She groaned. He teased a pair of fingers across her folds before easing them inside. He pumped them in and out, rubbing them along that sensitive spot on her inner walls. Her moans became louder and she couldn't help grinding her hips into his fingers and against his face. He groaned as she did, he sped up his fingers and tongue. Making her writhe. She cried out. He felt her squeeze around his fingers and begin to quiver. He was sure she was about to come. Cassya felt pleasurable pulses as her nub twitched in his mouth. As he intensely pumped his fingers into her she clamped down on them. She mewled and whined as she came, her muscles trembled. The pleasurable pulses turned into an intense surge that flooded through her. Her muscles tensed then relaxed. Alaric pulled out his fingers and removed his face from between her legs. He admired her panting face and half lidded eyes.

He pulled off his trousers before kneeling between her legs. She looked at his erection, he was much bigger than Aberforth had been and far better looking, Alaric's was pink, smooth and throbbing. She bit her lower lip as she gazed at it, she wanted it inside her. Alaric clocked where she was looking and liked her reaction. He leaned down and kissed her. He grasped a fistful of hair angling her face up as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She whimpered as he deepened the kiss. He reached between them and rubbed his tip against her entrance, teasing it up and down. He broke off the kiss and looked into her eyes. He inserted his tip, sawed his hips into her until she was filled and their bodies were pressed together. He took great pleasure watching her eyes go wide and whimper as she was wrapped around him. He sighed deeply, biting his lower lip as he was fully sheathed in her hot, wet, tightness. It was like being bound in silk. He took a moment to luxuriate in it, he caressed his thumb across her lower lip.

He purred.

"You like being filled like this? Want me to move my hips and make it even better?"

She groaned as she nodded. He started gently rocking his hips, grinding them into her.

"We're starting slow, we'll work up to when I can fuck you hard!" He almost growled.

She felt her arousal grow at his words and shuddered pleasurably at the thought. He ran his lips up her neck and nibbled on her ear.

He seductively whispered.

"Like the sound of that? Me too!"

He steadily increased the rocking of his hips. Loving how she was moaning and squeezing him. She rolled her hips in time with his relishing how this ground him into that sensitive spot inside. She wrapped her arms around his back, grazing her lips along his jaw.

He was inspired to start drawing back his hips and thrusting them inside. Her moans grew louder as he steadily pulled his hips further and further back before pushing his length back into her depths. He hooked her knees over his elbows, allowing him to drive himself deeper. He had been conservative with his pace, not wanting to be too rough too fast, but was quickly finding it hard to resist the urge to ram his hips into her. He wanted to claim her, make her scream as she came with his cock deep inside her.

"Can I fuck you hard?" He asked, with something between a purr and a growl.

"Unm.. uh huh." She moaned.

Alaric grinned before he started slamming his hips inside her. She initially gasped and yelped before graduating to breathless mewls. As he kept pounding she dug her nails into his back. He groaned but didn't slow his pace, feeling pleasurable jolts and tingles every time he bottomed out deep in her sex. Cassya felt so hot, she was practically sweating. His relentless pace was delectable, his thrusts leaving her quivering and aching to reach her peak. She squeezed around him desperate to take every inch of satisfaction he could give her. Alaric further sped up his thrusts being driven by an animal urge to spray his seed inside her. The sound of their hips smacking together sounded like hands clapping applause. Cassya let out a scream as she clamped around him, her back arched, ecstasy surged up it and down her legs to her curling toes. Her insides spasmed, while her muscles tensed. Having his cock squeezed tightly by her sex sent him over the edge. He rammed himself deep as rapture flooded him, feeling like he was sinking into a warm bath and melting. His balls tightened and gushed their load inside her. He groaned, finishing with a grunt as he collapsed on top of her.

While he wanted to stay buried in her wet warmth, courtesy demanded he withdraw himself. He rolled off her and relaxed on the bed next to her. Both of them lay there breathing heavily in the afterglow.

After a time Cassya spoke.

"I wasn't expecting it to be like that..." She smiled.

Alaric sniggered.

"If your only prior experience was an underwhelming night with Aberforth. Then I can understand if you went into this with subdued expectations."

She turned to him with a raised eyebrow and a wry expression.

"How did you know that?"

He smirked.

"Your ex-fiancee bragged about 'getting to taste the dish without buying it' at a 'gentlemen's night' similar to the one you saw me having at the gambling hall, before we met. Aberforth didn't have a clue on how to satisfy a woman. One of my companions had to explain the concept of foreplay to him... You have my sympathies."

She laughed.

"I would say that is an accurate assessment. I doubt he said anything more derogatory behind my back than what has been said to my face. Hopefully he gets better before he gets engaged again, for the sake of the next woman."

He chuckled.

"I doubt it... his type is rarely capable of self reflection. The more vital question is..."

His tone became sultry as brushed his fingers across her cheek as she looked at him.

"... did you enjoy yourself enough that you are happy to commit to this arrangement?"

"Yes... but I think you already knew that." Her wry look returned.

He grinned. Adding a touch of playful sarcasm to his voice.

"True... but my 'sizable ego' demanded to hear those words from your beautiful lips."

She giggled.

"How concerned should I be about your 'sizable ego'?"

He chuckled.

"You've handled it very well this far. But it is threatening to grow big again very soon. I'd advise you to stroke and soothe it when that happens."

He flashed a flirtatious smile.

She returned it. Raising an eyebrow.

"Just stroke and soothe it?"

He kept his smile.

"Start with stroking it. Then get on your knees and bend over. I'll soothe it like that... deep inside you."

His eyes had a hungry look about them again. It caused Cassya to feel a tightness forming between her legs.

"And how soon until... your 'ego' requires that?"

She looked down and he was already half hard again. He lightly grasped her hand and placed it on his cock.

With a mischievous smile.

"I'd say it needs it now."

She wrapped her fingers around, caressing it. She felt it become hard in her hand. She stroked up and down his length. His face was relaxed as she pumped her wrist.

"Is this good?" She asked, wanting to be sure he was happy with her effort.

"... Yes..." He sighed. "... but maybe pay a bit more attention to the tip."

She moved her hand up to focus on the tip. He started to let out sighs as she passed over it and gently rocked his hips into her hand. She watched his chest as she ministrated her hand on his length. His muscles tensing, rising and falling with his breaths, his nipples, pink like her own. She was possessed by an urge to suck on one as she touched him. She leaned over as she placed her lips around it, giving it a kiss. She rolled it around her tongue, it was hard like her own. She gently nipped it between her teeth. He let out a soft gasp and met her eyes.

He looked at her with lust and a wicked grin.

"Get on your knees, with your ass towards me."

She did as commanded. She heard him get up and felt him run his hands over her ass, kneading his fingers into her buttocks. He probed his tip against her entrance, sliding across it to cover it in her juices. She felt him push it inside until his hips pressed against her rear. He grasped his hands around her hips and commenced thrusting himself in and out. She groaned as soon as he pushed inside and began moaning as he thrusted into her. He didn't start out gently this time. He slapped his hips into her ass. She wasn't sure why but he felt more dominant in this position, it felt animalistic. He leaned over close to her ear.

"You like this?" He asked with a purr.

"... yes." She answered breathlessly.

He pushed her down so her cheek pressed against the sheet, grabbing her wrists, holding her down as he fucked her on her knees. He pounded his hips against her rear. He deeply filled her like this, his length grinding against her internal sweet spot with every thrust. She was pinned down, bent over, while he mounted her like a beast. She should have found this demeaning, instead it was just arousing. She unconsciously tightened around him as he drove pleasure deep between her legs. She found herself whimpering. He removed a hand from her wrist and slapped her ass. She yelped and squeezed him in response. She didn't see the wide grin creep across his face. He snaked his free hand between her legs and rubbed his fingers around her nub. She whimpered louder, she felt so warm. All she could focus on was his cock sliding in and out, his fingers caressing her nub, nothing else mattered. Her legs were shaking. He was delighted at having her in this position, so quick to submit and she was obviously enjoying it. She was squeezing him joyfully, her pleasured whimpers were music to his ears as they graduated into panting moans. He was melting inside her sopping wet sex, it was making obscene sloppy sounds as he sank himself in and out. He felt his hips begin to tremble. Cassya grasped the sheets balling them in her fists. She was so close to her finish. Through her pants she begged.

"Harder."

Alaric heard and slammed his hips into her. Despite his own end fast approaching, he continued to hammer in his length. He felt her start spasming around him. After a few more thrusts she squealed then clamped down on him. She exploded with ecstasy, her legs turned to jelly, her eyes rolled back and the world went white, her body shook. Her energy drained and was replaced with exhausted bliss. Alaric buried his cock deep into her, his peak reached. He let out a mix of a growl and a groan as he sprayed his seed into her depths, tingles running up his spine as euphoria washed over him, his muscles tensing before going slack.

Tired, spent. He withdrew himself from her. He pulled the sheets back and arranged her under them, tucking her in and himself. He felt satisfied and was looking forward to continuing the arrangement between them. Cassya found it hard to stay awake, she nuzzled into her pillow and collapsed into sleep. Alaric soon followed.