"Okay. So what if I don't want a B-BDSM contract? Is it possible to still get the secretary position? I mean, I already have a boyfriend and I don't think he'll like that," Mr. Min's jaw noticeably tightens as I finish voicing my worries and I start feeling small next to him.

If I were to have one of these contracts and Jackson finds out, I'd be in loads of trouble. He'd beat me again. Or worse, he might leave me for someone better. I panic at the thought. The man sitting next to me takes note of my reaction and softens his gaze, letting his jaw relax.

"These contracts are necessary and without signing one with at least one person I cannot let you have either jobs. Of course the occupation you would technically have would be being a secretary"
"Why are they necessary, though?" Couldn't there be so many more efficient ways of keeping people on track?

"Punishment. In each contract, it's the dominant's role to keep their submissive in line. If the submissive were to break the rules of their contract, or the office for that matter, they would be punished by their dominant," Mr. Min states simply.
"And if they were to follow them?" My question coming out as meek and was barely heard.

"They would get rewarded," he lowered the octave in his voice and sent me a sultry smile. I cross my legs under the table. "Well, what about the dominants? What keeps them from breaking any rules? They don't get punished do they?"

Mr. Min thinks for a moment. It appears he hasn't ever been asked this before. "They don't step out of line because if they did it could cost them their contract. Without a contract, a dominant can't have a submissive. This way, everyone follows the rules and have the motivation to work. It's a perfect system if you ask me. So, Mr. Park, what role do you think you would fit?"

"Me?" I shudder a breath, "I would be a..... d-dominant" He stifles a chuckle. "What's so funny?" I demand, crossing my arms.

"My apologies. But you are not a dominant. You couldn't even say the word without stammering"
"I can be!" I announce proudly, even though I know for a fact I couldn't really do it to save my life.
"Oh really?" he raises his eyebrows, amused, "Prove it, then"
"Prove it? How?" I gulp, my mouth going dry, baffled at the request. The mood in the room shifts as he leans in closer to me.

"Could you dominate....me?" he implored in a seductively husky voice as he breathes on my neck. I instinctively wimper at the action, blood rushing to my cheeks. What the hell? Why did I do that? He hums, "Didn't think so. So you're a submissive?" he continues, not moving away from me. My breath becomes uneven.

I don't dare answer because I don't trust myself to open my mouth. But when I don't reply, he moves in closer, lips almost touching my skin, "I asked you a question. Now be a good boy and answer," he growls. I nearly squeak.

A large part of me is surprisingly curious and really does want this. It would be fun to have some safe danger in my life, but the other part of me confused and is telling me to stay loyal to my boyfriend.

"Y-yes,"I shakily exhale. He backs away.
"Okay," he writes something on a document and acts as if nothing happened. What is up with this guy?
"I thought...." He looks back at me and smiles already aware of what I was thinking,
"You thought what, Mr. Park?"
"Nothing," I avert my attention to the half eaten dish in front of me.

I adjust myself in my cushioned seat, my conscious now clouded with lust. I guess having a contract wouldn't be bad. Especially if it's strictly for work purposes. "So, hypothetically, how would I get one of these contracts if I wanted to take this job?"

"You would find someone in the company who you would like to sign a contract with and discuss things like rules, limits, names, needs, wants, punishment, rewards, and so on. If you both agree on them, you would sign an official document and continue on with work, obeying the rules of course," Mr. Min informs me.
"How would I find someone? If you need a contract to work here, then wouldn't that mean that everyone has already signed one?"

"Unfortunately, yes"

"Then why would you tell me all of this?" I huff, upset that I can no longer seize the opportunity that was handed to me on a silver platter.
"Because luckily for you, there is one available person who has not signed a contract" I sigh a breath of relief.
"Who is it?" I blurt, most likely coming off as overeager. He looks me in my eyes,

"Me"

Only then does the severity of the situation hit me. The thrill of the situation draining out of me like water down a drain. I could really use the money, but I can only get it by signing a BDSM contact with the CEO and owner of the most famous fashion companies known to mankind. His net worth can probably buy this entire country. Am I really sure about this? Jackson definitely wouldn't approve. I'm still wary of the modeling aspect....

"Uh. Sorry, but I'll need some time to think all of this over"
"I understand. I'll need a final answer within a week. That week will be your probation period to get used to the office setting. If you're not comfortable with the modeling yet, then you will just follow up with your duties as my secretary. Is that okay?" he seems a tad displeased.

"Ah, yes. Thank you very much"
My phone rang in my pocket.

Incoming Call: Wang Jackson

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