Confessions of a libra

Spiritual Agreement | Credit: Here

08.07.25

He told me he wanted me to sign a contract before we began our tête-à-tête, like that was supposed to scare me. I stared at him across the dinner table, the low lighting providing perfect ambiance. He sat up straight with his hand outstretched near me. Never touching, as he hadn’t earned the right. He was giving a cool demeanour, but if I squinted hard enough – I think I could see the sheen of sweat sitting on his skin. I took a swig of my spicy margarita, moaning when its cool contents hit my taste buds and travelled down my throat. I saw the micromovement in the hand he had laid out on the table. A little tic of arousal he was suppressing, with considerable effort.

“I’m glad you brought it up, actually. I love a little contract law. I like clarity,” I said in a seductive lilt.

He leaned in from across the table, eye piercing mine making my breath hitch. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. But there is a caveat,” my lips pulled in a smirk. I saw his eyes drop for a moment as though envisioning what else those lips can do, “you write the contract. Not your Executive Assistant. Not some Virtual Assistant. You.”

He blew out a long breath, scoffing in disbelief. I watched his eyes go dark. I bet he never expected that, but I bet he won’t say no either.

“You drive a hard bargain, High Priestess.” Was all he could manage, his tone dangerously low. My body perked up, secretly.

I played with my forefinger over the rim of the glass, feeling the heady fumes of alcohol driving me. There was a floating in my system that didn’t exist before now. This is why I promised myself one cocktail only. I needed to have my head on straight for this. For now.

“You see, you’re not the only one of your kind to reach out to me. Ambitious. Wealthy. Stupidly powerful. In my Queendom Baby Boy, you are in service. You do not get to clock off. You worship with everything you’ve got. Nothing is beneath you, where I am concerned. Minus hard limits, of course.” I spoke slowly, my voice infused with gravity.

I watched his brain calculate his willingness to partake. He had sent for me, like they all do. Now he knows I’m no ordinary woman. The title High Priestess is not one I would ever use lightly. The crackling of electricity at the back of my neck, translated his arousal from across the table.

“Is that it?” He asked.

I read this question not as obstinance but readiness to completely let go. To be devoured. I approved.

“That contract will be written under my supervision. Whether you do it as my footstool, or you film yourself taking instruction, every minute of contractual work you do is mine. Capiche?”

His eyes blazed at me, a barely-contained inferno of lust and reverence. His hand moved a mere centimetre from mine.

“And tonight? Will you let me touch you tonight? Before the contract?” He sounded like a man with wants and cravings.

I know he has been starved for proper spiritual guidance, it tugs at my heartstrings. I held up the back of my hand toward his face, letting him give his first offering. He tentatively took my hand, kissing it with prolonged eye contact. The tingle from my lower lips, spurred on my nipples to attention.

“Only if you’re good.”

He brought me to his penthouse apartment. I walked in and took in my surroundings. It was wide, spacious and that typical modern sleek thing going on. I liked my homes with more warmth, but I withheld my judgements. He and I presented different ends of a scale. He was the modern man, with the modern business making high profits off the back of so many moving cogs. Cogs he wasn’t caring for individually. Where I, was the one thinking about the little man, the underdog and hoping to create pathways for him to succeed as well. I liked many old things with sentiment, the herbs mother earth gifts us and the kind of knowledge that comes in visions and orgasms. What we had in common was an insatiable hunger to make a change. Plus other insatiable hungers. My spiritual beliefs teach me to embrace duality, so when I see this high-powered professional before me, I see my equal.

“Can I make you a drink?” He asked coolly.

“I’ll just have water, thanks.”

I picked a spot on his couch and felt it out. It was as comfy as it looked, just a little too polished for my tastes. A little too show-home. His house was masculine in its structure of whites, blacks and dark greys. I bit my lip to withhold a smile envisioning myself in this very space somewhere down the timeline. It no longer looked so sterile. He placed a glass down on a coaster and sat next to me. I welcomed the swig of ice-cold refreshment.

“I’ve never done this before,” he began.

I placed my drink down, then tucked my legs under me while I lazily traced a line up his arm. Time slowed down, somewhere in the distance was the sound of a bustling city beyond the thick walls.

“You’ve never…” I lead and encourage him.

He looked at me, his expression raw with vulnerability. “I’ve never let anyone lead. But ever since I saw you, ever since I’ve spoken to you and looked into those fucking eyes – I’ve never wanted less control.”

My hands moved to his spine, tracing a line up and down. I leaned forward and rested my chin on his bicep.

“What do you dream of giving me?” I asked in velvety tones with unmistakable intent.

“Anything. You can tell me what you want me to wear, where you want me to be, who you want me to growl at and hell, I’ll throw in some money and some land.” With each word, his tone got more desperate. A shiver ran down my spine.

I licked up his face from his jaw, like a tic. Suddenly he was looking very scrumptious. Something about the surrender in his voice, made me want to ride his face into the sunset. My hand gripped the sides of his neck gently and I nibbled on his lobe. A strangled noise came from his throat and I accepted it as payment.

“I’ve always wanted a good little pet. I’ve searched high and low. Do you think you could be the one?”

His scent flooded my senses and I wanted to bathe in it.

“I am the one. I am yours!” He said with all the conviction.

“Then let me use your body to travel dimensions.”