Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 740(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Dear Lord.
The man was diabolical.
And yet you’re not arguing with him, are you?
“Any questions? Clarifications?” he asked.
Rule two could cover a lot of ground. “About rule two. What does that cover?”
“Hmm, not what I expected you to question,” he commented with a sexy grin.
Yikes.
Maybe she should be questioning the panties thing. But it didn’t bother her. In fact, it kind of excited her.
“It covers everything,” he told her.
That was it? That was all he was going to say?
“Everything?”
“Yes, from things like animal rescues, jumping from planes, speeding, wearing a seatbelt, following the law, crossing the road—”
“Crossing the road!” she yelped.
“Yes, crossing the road. You need to do it safely. No ducking out in front of cars.”
Like that was something she did often.
Sheesh.
These rules were going to take some getting used to.
“Is there a grace period?” she asked.
“Grace period?” he repeated.
“Like a certain amount of time that I get so I can get used to these rules. Like a month where I don’t get punished if I break any.”
“No grace period.”
“None at all? How about a week?” she suggested.
“We’re not negotiating.”
“Okay, three days,” she said.
“Maya,” he warned.
“One day? Today?”
“Rules are in place starting now.”
Rats.
She was pretty certain that her future was going to involve not sitting comfortably.
“Anything more you can think of to add to the list?” he asked.
“Do you mean more limits?”
“Hmm, or your rules?”
“Uh, I’m not going to give myself rules!” she exclaimed.
“Well, it’s not a closed list so it can be added to. Same with your limits or your desires.”
Right.
Her heart raced as she thought of other things she’d read about that she might want to try.
“I want to try bondage!” she blurted out.
“We can do that. I don’t have anything with me, but I have a feeling that there will be some things in the cabin we can use,” he replied mildly.
“Do you . . . what about you? What do you want? What are your limits?”
“Degradation and humiliation would be limits for me as well and I’m not into blood. I most definitely like the idea of being able to take you when and where I like, but that won’t happen straight away. Not until there’s full trust between us and I know you will be ready for me. Also, once I’m sure that you’ll use your safeword when you need to.”
Oh.
Right.
That was actually really smart and made sense.
“I like to be in control. You’ve called me bossy before, but you have no idea of how bossy I can get in the bedroom. There will be times I want total control. Of everything.”
“Everything?”
“Yes. Sometimes it will be a full submission night and when you walk through the door of the bedroom, there will be no negotiations, no saying no, no pausing or stopping when you cry or scream.”
“No safeword?” she whispered hoarsely. She couldn’t decide if her heart was racing out of fear or anticipation.
Actually, it might be a bit of both.
“Hey, there will always be a safeword. Always. Understand?”
Maya nodded as relief filled her.
“And there won’t be any play like that until you are certain that you are ready. No, until I’m certain that you’re ready. Because I’m not sure that you won’t just tell me what you think I want to hear. So we’ll both need to be sure that you can handle that. More, that you want it.”
“All right,” she said.
“What is your safeword?”
“I just . . . I went with red. I know it’s boring, but I—”
“It’s not boring, Spitfire,” he told her. “It’s easy to remember and it makes sense. You should use whatever you are comfortable with. It’s not a competition to get the most interesting safeword. All right?”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. I figured I would remember it since I’ve read about . . . about subs using it before.” She knew her cheeks were hot and that he could see her blush when he brushed his fingertips over her face.
“My beautiful girl. You are so brave. What about birth control? I’m clean, I’m checked regularly.”
“Um, it’s been a long time for me and I’m clean too. I have an implant.”
“Good,” he murmured. “Now, let’s look at your wishlist.”
“I don’t . . . there’s not really anything on it. I don’t know what I need.”
“Well, we know you like Lego.” He wrote that under wishlist.
“But I don’t need any,” she told him. “I have plenty.”
“There’s always room for more.”
“There literally isn’t,” she replied. “My house is bursting at the seams.” She paused, feeling slightly ill as she remembered she had no idea what state her house was in now. “Well, it was bursting at the seams. Do you think it’s still liveable?”
“We’ll have to wait and find out. And we can find room for everything,” he said vaguely.
“I really do have heaps.”
“Bébé, you need to learn when to stop arguing,” he told her. “Just so you know, the time was after your first protest. Then you should have stopped and said, ‘thank you, Papa.’”