I swallow. Loudly. “So—,”
“As part of the agreement, we would insist that you visit a doctor to make sure you’re healthy before we begin anything. That’s non-negotiable for us to move forward. As part of this, the doctor would calibrate a suitable dose of sleeping medication that would keep you unaware for a period of approximately eight hours.” Jenson clears his throat. “Because of this, we would also insist that the arrangement be limited to once a week. It wouldn’t be good for you to take it long-term.”
I absorb the words, surprised at the mention of a doctor. “What kind of doctor would give m – someone - sleeping pills for something likethis?”
“A very well-paid one.” He sits back again, crossing his arms. “What else?”
“You mentioned that this would be temporary.” My voice shakes, and I pause to take a sip of water. “How temporary?”
His gaze rakes over me. “Three sessions. Three nights. It works out to approximately twenty-four hours that you would be… available to us.”
I take another, longer sip of water as my head reels.
Twenty-four hours with them. Not just with them, but unconscious. Used by them.
Fucked by them.
Holy shit.
And I realize… I’m actually considering doing this. Signing myself up for those twenty-four hours, with them.
My hand shakes as I lower the bottle. Jenson marks it, those deep eyes seeing everything, but he doesn’t comment. “You said I would be the one in control. That you wouldn’t… do anything to me unless I say you can. How does that work, if I’m asleep?”
Jenson flows to his feet, the movement surprisingly graceful as he rounds the desk. Pulling a key from his pocket, he bends down to unlock the silver metal drawer beside me and tugs out a folder before returning to his seat. Silently, he flicks through the pages before holding some out. “You would complete this. Before signing, and a check on each night, to see if anything’s changed. Everything on this list is something you can decide on. We’ve tried to make it as exhaustive as possible. Figured it was more responsible to add something we probably wouldn’t look to do rather than leave it off and possibly have it come up as an issue.”
My voice is small as I glance down. There are so many rows that my head begins to swim. “Absolutely. Very… responsible.”
This is – it’s a lot. My mouth dries as I blindly flick through the pages, my hand flying to my throat. “Tattoos?”
Something that might be amusement glints in Jenson’s eyes. “Like I said. Better to have it all in writing. And although it might not be our thing, it could be yours.”
I quickly flip the page closed. “It’s not.”
“I didn’t think so.” There’s definitely amusement in his voice now. “Unless you’re hiding something beneath that scrap of a dress.”
I smooth my hand over it, even as something close to hurt pricks at my chest. “I made this dress myself.”
“It’s a beautiful dress.” Any humor vanishes from his voice, replaced by something darker. “And you look exquisitelyfuckable in it. Silk suits you. You should wear it as often as possible.”
Fuck. Me.
I can’t look up, my face burning as I feign flicking through the list, even though I’m not reading any of it. When I finally pull myself together, his head is tilted. His face has turned blank, unreadable. “I have a question for you.”
I wave my hand lazily, feigning ease. “Sure.”
“Are you a virgin?”
My hand pauses in mid-air. “I don’t believe my previous sexual experience is any of your business.”
“And you would be right.” I slide my eyes to him, taking in the way his fist is clenched where it’s balanced on his knee. “But this is not an arrangement for someone with no experience, Briar. Some, I can work with. But your first time shouldn’t be like this. If you are, this discussion ends here.”
It ends here.
“No,” I say finally, meeting his gaze. “I’m not a virgin. But I don’t have a lot of experience.”
I almost miss his small exhale. “Like I said. I can work with that.”
A rather horrifying thought strikes. “The doctor – what kind of checks will they do? Invasive ones?”
