“Exactly what I said, Miss Delaney.”
I stepped closer to her, eliminating any space between us as I reached up and rubbed the pad of my thumb over her lips.
Her luscious lips.
“Would you like that?” I asked softly, my body now pressed firmly against hers.
She eagerly nodded as she leaned into my touch instinctively before reeling back in, catching her slip of emotion.
“I read over the contract, would the same rules apply?” She asked this in a very professional tone. Any emotional submissiveness she expressed just moments before was now gone.
“Yes.” I answered. “As long as there are no conflicts.”
She shook her head and said, “No, sir.” By saying this, she submitted to me and becamemine.
A man in a freaking Ghostface mask…
Delaney
My hand shook as I signed on the dotted line, my heart pounding in my chest. We spent the better part of an hour going over the details with a fine tooth comb. He encouraged me to be very clear on my boundaries. I could tell right away that using my voice would be important if this arrangement was going to work.
He insisted that I stay with him for the duration of the 30 day agreement. After a back and forth of me trying to convince myself it was a bad idea, I finally agreed because realistically it made sense.
I got him to agree to start tomorrow so that I could go home and pack some things. He told me he would be sending a car first thing in the morning.
It didn’t take long to pack some of my things in the hello kitty duffle bag that I took from Lacy’s closet. My suitcases were huge and even though I would be staying for thirty days I didn’t need to bring muchbecause I was told Dallas would be providing clothing. I doubted he would like much of what I would have brought anyway. I took a nice long bubble bath trying to keep my anxiety at bay. My mind was reeling at all the possibilities. I blushed at the mental images I conjured up as I stared at nothing, letting the hot water loosen my muscles from the intensity of the afternoon.
I never in a million years could have seen this coming. I signed over my control to a man in a freaking Ghostface mask. I giggled as reality set to what was actually about to happen.
I would work during the day at the publishing house and at night step into my role as a Submissive to my new Dominant. I was nervous and excited, curious and timid all at once.
We went over expectations. At first, I listened to him as he thoroughly explained them one by one.
You should be dressed in the chosen attire that will be set out in your designated dressing room each session.
you should have your hair down and loose, no buns, ponytails or braids.
You must sit on your heels with your palms down on your thighs and your head tilted to the floor as you wait for me to enter the playroom.
You must never be late.
