"Alright. As part of this extremely official contract, I agree to sleep next to you every night, and platonically touch you orbeplatonically touched by you whenever you want. You agree to let me have as much freedom as I want. If you try to reduce my freedom, I get to reduce how much you touch me."
If this was how her negotiations started, something told me I wasn't going to be thrilled with the way they ended.
"Kitten, that's?—"
"Not weighted in your favor? I'm aware. It's called fairness. You can always go with me wherever I decide to go, if you want more physical contact."
This wasn't a negotiation.
It was a statement of what she required if I wanted her to be my mate. Unfortunately, she now knew that I was desperate enough to give her whatever she wanted if she played by some of my rules.
"We need a way to make sure you're telling me things, too, because you clearly have a hard-on for secrets," she added.
"I wouldn't call it a?—"
"If you ask me a personal question and I answer it, you owe me an equally valuable answer to a personal question about you. If I ask you a question and you already know the equivalent answer about me because of your stalking, you have to answer. If?—"
"I get it. You expect me to share freely."
"Exactly. If you don't, it's a breach of the contract, and I don't have to sleep next to you or let you touch me in any capacity."
"This negotiation is getting worse for me by the minute."
"Maybe you should've been nicer to me."
"I was plenty nice."
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Do you really want to start that conversation right now?"
I recalled my texts with Liv about me not knowing how to handle a relationship and cleared my throat. "Continue."
I would figure out ways around the rules I didn't care for.
Or I would force myself to comply, for the sake of keeping my mate.
"Thank you. Now, we need to talk about sex."
"Does that really belong in the contract?"
"It does."
"Why?"
"Because you never let me reciprocate, so it's very one-sided. I'm done being manipulated, remember? Don't pretend like you would've let me jerk you off today. You were going to say no. I could see it in your eyes. If you don't want me to fuck you in any capacity, you no longer get to fuckmein any capacity. Even during heat, with your mouth."
"I'm not agreeing to that."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not."
"You're going to have to tell me what your issue is with sex, because you already know my thoughts and feelings about it. It's in writing. No way out." She lifted the sheet of paper.
"Writing it down doesn't mean I'm going to agree."
"The contract is happening regardless of how you feel about it. And ifyoubreak any part of the contract,Iget to break any part of the contract. Which means your bed will be empty and painful."
I narrowed my eyes. "Are you threatening me with my own pain?"
