Dirty Bonds

"Look, I don't need the money. I have plenty of money. But let me tell you how this works. You see this contract...let me tell you what it says. It says I'll post your bail, and have my one hell of a lawyer or judge friend get you off, or pay somebody to get you off under one condition...that DICK belongs to me; anytime, anywhere, until the contract is up. That means, your wife can't know a thing about our little agreement and that also means that I want the works; I want to be fucked...not played with. Pleased not left unsatisfied; no in between, straight like that. So, where we go from here is up to you. So, what's it going to be?" I said in closing as I licked my lips. Devon leaned back in his chair and eyed me as if he was trying to read my mind. My guess was that he was trying to figure out if I was serious or if it all was some sick, twisted joke. But I was dead ass serious. He eyed me up and down, just before biting his bottom lip. After a few more minutes, he cleared his throat and crossed his tattooed covered arms over his chest. "Okay," he said...I grinned. Bond Number One...and hell yes it was Dirty.