“Oh sweetheart, you will. Be sure you call my courier to pick up your limits list, and your acknowledgment of the rules.”
“Rules?” I ask, because I must’ve missed those in the envelope.
He nods with seriousness in his expression.
“They are simple.
Rule One: When you’re with me, you’re with me. That means you will not look at other men without permission.
Rule Two: If you request permission for rule one, it will be denied. For one night, you’re mine.
Rule Three: You will obey at all times.
Rule Four: You will use your safe word if you need things to stop. If you say yellow, that means you need a break. Either of these words will be respected at all times.
Rule Five: This is for one night. We will say goodbye without drama, with no expectations of seeing each other again.”
I nod in agreement.
“I can live with these rules since it’s only one night.”
He smirks, as if he knows that I could never agree to rule three on a permanent basis.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart. Be a good girl.”
I roll my eyes at my phone screen.
“Yes, Sir.”
He groans audibly, and I shiver as he says, “Rule six: You’ll call me Sir.”
When I don’t respond, he says, “Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a smile.
“Fucking good girl. I’m hanging up before I lose control, and do inappropriate things.”
And then he’s gone.
Me:What kind of inappropriate things?
L:Things involving my cock in my hand.
Me:I would pay for a picture of that, but we wouldn’t want you to be inappropriate. So I guess I shouldn’t tell you that my fingers are inside my panties right now?
L:Naughty girls get spanked. I told you to go to bed.
I giggle to myself before I respond.
Me:Yes, sir, you did, but our agreement is for Christmas Eve, so I don’t need to obey you until then. I’ve never been spanked, but I’m willing to risk it. Do your worst, sir.
L:Goodnight, Ella.
I do as I’m told and get ready for bed, but not because he said to, but because I’m tired. As I climb into bed, my thoughts race uncontrollably.
What am I even thinking? This man could be a complete nut job. He’s hot, but serial killers can be hot, right? And he knows who I am. Do I have a stalker?
I can’t stop the curiosity.
