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  Dominant will be faithful and monogamous to the submissive at all times.

  Dominant will not keep the submissive or their relationship isolated from other aspects of his daily life.

  Dominant will never agree to physical session when he is not in correct, emotionally stable mindset.

  The submissive’s role

  The submissive will serve, obey, and please the Dominant as He requests. She will trust him entirely with the knowledge He will actively and consistently act in a way that does not betray that trust.

  The submissive agrees to follow the direction and commands from the Dominant both in the bedroom or outside when He desires sexual activity. The submissive will respond to all sexual needs of Dominant in any manner he requires.

  The submissive shall obey all guidelines established by the Dominant, understanding breaking a rule will result in previously agreed on punishments. (Spankings by hand, only)

  The submissive will act in a respectful manner in speech and actions and obedience, with the understanding she does not have to alter personality to do so.

  If submissive desires to explore other areas of bondage and discipline and punishment, she will present requests clearly and calmly to Dominant, with understanding Dominant always gets to decide if implements and other toys are used outside of standard sexy toys including vibrators, dildos, anal plugs, and lube.

  The submissive will be faithful and monogamous to Dominant at all times.

  The submissive will work past negative aspects of fear, pride, and insecurities that could interfere with correct obedience and submission.

  Punishments

  The submissive and the Dominant agree that appropriate punishments are necessary for the growth of the submissive. Punishments will be used to change the behavior and remind the submissive of this agreement. Punishment will always be discussed and agreed on before punishment is delivered.

  The submissive is always open to use safe words prior to and during punishments, particularly acceptable for further ascertaining both Dominant and submissive understand need for punishment.

  Signatures

  With a free and clear mind, Dominant and submissive agree entering into this relationship is mutual. The submissive will allow the Dominant to take her into His care and guidance in order both may grow in trust and mutual respect. Both Dominant and submissive agree the satisfaction of His wants, desires, and whims are consistent with the desire of the submissive to please Him. To that end, the submissive offers Him the use of submissive’s time and talents and Dominant accepts.

  * * *

  I read the contract. Then I reread it. It was on the fourth read-through when something odd and strange happened to me. Desire wove through my body, sparking and igniting until I did the very thing I couldn’t admit to Gabby. I climbed into bed, grabbed my vibrator from my nightstand, and used it to administer not one, but two orgasms. I woke up and did it all over again before I smartened up and shoved it back in my drawer, intent on spending the weekend truly considering the risk it would take for me to enter into the kind of lifestyle Bennett’s contract outlined. A several hour Google search proved that his contract was pretty common, even much lighter and gentler than some of the contracts that made my eyes pop wide. For those, I’d sipped my glass of wine, pushed down my fears, and continued to others.

  It took me almost the entire to weekend to realize why I was so interested in the lifestyle I’d tried so hard to discredit when talking to Miranda.

  I wanted it all. Every. Single. Thing Bennett outlined. I craved someone caring for me. I wanted to trust him. I wanted to be pampered and have a man think and behave like I was the most special, most cherished person in his life. I wanted to unequivocally know a man would never raise his hand in anger. I needed security and safety and the outlines he described.

  Gabby was correct. It seemed like he’d drafted this contract specifically for me. Realizing that, I reached for a pen and scribbled my name on the contract, right next to where he had already done so on Friday.

  Then, I planned how I would return it to him.

  Which wasn’t that difficult. I had Bennett’s calendar synced to the calendar app on my phone but even if I didn’t, I knew his schedule like the back of my hand. He jumpstarted every week by showing up at six-thirty in the morning, well over an hour earlier than anyone else, even myself, started their workday.

  * * *

  The clock sitting on his desk read 6:27. I shook the tension out of my arms and focused on my breathing. More research over the weekend had explained the proper position a submissive should greet her Dominant in. The contract hadn’t specified Bennett wanted me to do this, but he had mentioned his preference for having his subs naked and their knees far apart when they were kneeling. I was in the mindset that if I was going to accomplish something, I was going to do it correctly.

  Oddly, the kneeling and breathing helped me. Practicing it over the weekend, I learned that getting on my knees, breathing slowly and calmly focused my attention on why I was doing this. The purpose. The goal. And, the person.

  I shifted again. I’d shown up ten minutes early in case Bennett did as well, but now I’d been in this position for seven, no, eight minutes, and the carpet in our offices wasn’t exactly soft with plush padding.

  The echo of the elevator arriving to our floor shot through the air like a grenade and I straightened my back.

  Ten seconds until he walked in and saw me.

  Nine seconds until I puked.

  Hold it in and focus.

  I readjusted the file folder on the floor in front of me, rolled my shoulders back, placed my hands on my knees, palms up, and bowed my head.

  Muffled noises came from outside his office, a light in my office clicked on and then went dark again before the door to his office clicked.

  The soft whoosh of his door opening stole my breath.

  The snip of it closing forced it right back out.

  I bit my bottom lip to quell my nerves.

  Bennett didn’t speak but it was him. His presence was undeniable, his scent wafted into the air. It was the silence that almost undid me. Focus.

  His footsteps grew closer, the thud of his shoes on the carpet timed to the thumping of my heart until he was in front of me. Shined, black shoes stopped on the other side of the file folder.

  He bent, long and strong fingers appearing in my vision as he picked up the file folder and stood. God, I wanted to look at him. Wanted to see his expression. Yet as I continued my breathing, held my position, I didn’t need to.

  Approval rolled off him in palpable tendrils so warm it felt like we’d been tossed into a sauna.

  “Thought about you all weekend long,” he finally said and a pressure released on my chest like a valve. “Wondered what you thought of this when I didn’t say anything Friday. I got concerned that maybe I’d walk in here today and find your office cleaned out and your resignation letter on my desk.”

  That was why he’d stopped at my office first? An ache pinched my chest and I opened my mouth to apologize, but he continued speaking before I could.

  “But I have to tell you, in all the thoughts I had, I have never, not once in my life, seen anything as glorious as this.”

  He held out a hand and I placed my hand in his. A zing of electricity shot straight to my chest and I gasped while he pulled me to my feet.

  “What are you doing here?” Bennett asked when I was standing. His thumb pressed against my chin and he tilted my head up. “Care to explain to me why you’re on your knees in my office? It’s quite the risk.”

  New Year, new goals, new life... “You told me you wouldn’t touch me again, mention our night together, or my one night fall into submission until I was on my knees, begging and pleading for you again.”

  “Is tha
t what you’re doing?”

  I pointed at the file he was still holding in his hand. “Have you looked at it?”

  “I want to hear your own words, sub.”

  His dark brown eyes went jet black. Nerves rattled me, bouncing around like jumping beans. One word and he’d shaken me.

  “I want what you describe in the contract. I want what you promise to give me. I want the trust it says you’ll offer me.”

  “And you’ll give me your trust?”

  I stepped forward, hoped like hell it wouldn’t earn me a punishment, and wrapped my fingers around his bicep. “I wouldn’t be here, kneeling for you, unless you had it.”

  “Which I noticed, but I also didn’t put it in the contract. Do you know why?”

  I’d wondered. It seemed pretty standard. “Why?”

  His lips twisted into an evil, wicked smile that made my knees knock together.

  “Because,” he began, and threaded his hand into my hair. His fingers dug into my scalp and he tugged me toward him until our chests pressed together. “I like the idea of keeping you off-balance. I like the gasps you make when I say something that surprises you. I like the glares you fling in my direction like you’re trying to set me on fire when I piss you off. So, it pleases me to keep you guessing, and you’re going to give that to me, aren’t you.”

  “Yes, I’ll try. Sir.”

  “Good, because right now, I want you to take off your panties, hop onto my desk and spread your legs so I can taste you.”

  Shit. A full body shiver wracked my body and Bennett’s smile went wide.

  Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. He kissed me harshly and I opened to him immediately. I sank into him, my hands went to his hips, shoving beneath his suit coat. I held him to me as he tilted his head, took our kiss deeper and I moaned into his mouth.

  He pulled back abruptly, hands at the sides of my cheeks, and growled, “Panties off. On the desk now, legs spread wide.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Bennett

  God damn, she kept me on my toes. When I’d left the contract on her desk Friday and left the office before she could lose her mind over it, I went home and pounded the shit out of my hanging boxing bag. Saturday, I went to my friend Simon’s hockey team’s practice. I didn’t think I would see anyone I knew, but it wasn’t a disappointment when Simon’s sub, Chloe, was bundled up and bouncing her feet on the bleachers, squeezing a cup of hot cocoa like a lifeline.

  She was gorgeous, and happily in love with her Dom, but she was also super sweet. At one point, Simon had offered her to me. I never touched her, and I never would.

  She was his long before Simon admitted it. Since I was so certain I’d made a colossal fucked up mistake in how I’d treated Rebecca, I sat down next to Chloe and told her most of the shit that had gone on.

  Her response? “Don’t worry. Everything will work out, Bennett. You’re a good man, she’ll see it. You’ve tipped her upside down and shaken her silly, give her time to get her bearings.”

  Didn’t help.

  I wasn’t lying to Rebecca. All weekend I’d been worried that I’d come into the office and hers would be empty. It took all I had to stop myself from showing up at her house and demanding an answer.

  I never expected her to have her legs spread, hands wrapped around her ankles at the edge of my desk, pussy fully exposed to me and her chest heaving with desire.

  “Damn you impress the hell out of me.” I groaned. While she was doing what I commanded, I had shrugged out of my coat and draped it over a chair. I rolled up the sleeves of my dress shirt and loosened my tie. I’d already jerked off in the shower but my dick was solid as a rock, seeking entrance to her wet and glistening pussy splayed open for me.

  “Bennett,” she whispered, gasping for breath. “I mean, sir. Please.”

  “Do you want my mouth?” I sat down in my chair, hands on the armrests and stared at her sex. Her clit was swollen, bare pussy so beautiful and delicious I could practically taste her essence. “Or do you want my fingers?”

  I reached out, ran one finger from her knee to her upper thigh. She shivered from the contact, squirmed on the desk. “If you keep moving like that, sub, I can force you to stay still.”

  “I’m trying.”

  I pushed my finger inside her slit. She was tight, hot and oh so fucking wet my balls drew tight with need. Unfortunately, I wasn’t exactly the kind of man who walked around with condoms in his pocket, ready for any one-night stand that came along.

  My dick would have to wait, but I didn’t.

  I fucked her slowly with my finger, pulling out of her and drawing circles around her clit until she was gasping and whimpering. As she slowly started losing her mind, I added two more fingers and shoved three inside her, fucking her hard and relentlessly. My fingers curled inside her, pressed against her G-spot.

  Her thighs trembled and she fought for her grip on her ankles. “Bennett, please, sir. I’m so close.”

  “No coming until I tell you, sub.”

  God damn. In all my planning on cockiness assuming she’d give herself to me, I had still doubted I’d ever be calling her this again.

  “Hurry then, please.”

  I smirked and stood, trapped her gaze with mine. “I think one of the first things we’ll be working on is your self-control. And your respect.”

  She squeezed her eyes closed and took a deep breath. “Please sir, please. I need to come.”

  It was the begging I’d wanted. I dropped back to the chair, smoothed my hand up her thigh and leaned in, licking her from her anus to her clit.

  Her back shot off the desk so harshly I palmed her stomach and pushed her back down. “Still.”

  “I can’t, sir.”

  “Learn, obey, do what pleases me and you’ll be rewarded, Rebecca. Remember?”

  Before she answered, I dipped my head. I didn’t taste her. I didn’t lick and tease her. I ate her. I fucked her with my tongue, alternating between sucking on her clit and pussy, keeping her right on the edge but not enough to make her come. When she did, I wanted her mindless for me. I wanted her to never walk into my office again, look at my desk or sit on the other side and not remember this exact moment. The moment she gave herself to me.

  Her pants quickened, went higher and more desperate. Right as she was on the precipice of coming, I sucked her clit into my mouth and pressed my thumb against her anus.

  She screamed, quickly covering her mouth with her hand to silence herself and I tossed her legs over my shoulder. I ate her through her orgasm, pressing more firmly against her anus, sliding just a bit inside her tight hole, and sent her straight into another orgasm.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” she chanted, her head flailed back and forth on the desk. Papers scattered to the floor. Her fingers curled around the edge of the desk and I was there through all of it, making her fly higher than she thought possible and bringing her down. I rode every wave with her, and it was one hell of an amazing ride.

  Beautiful. Rebecca’s orgasms were pure and unfiltered, wild and desperate like she’d never been touched the way I went at her, and thank God. There was nothing I enjoyed more than giving women pleasure in ways they hadn’t experienced. Plus, she’d just shown me she didn’t mind some ass play. Which we’d definitely be exploring.

  She went limp on my desk and I slowly moved away from her. I peppered her inner thighs with gentle kisses and reached for tissues inside a drawer of my desk. I wiped her, cleaned off my hands, and readjusted my dick still fighting for its own taste of her, before I stood up.

  I rested a hand next to her head and leaned over her.

  “You doing okay?”

  “Dying. I’m dying. I don’t think I can work today on account of my death.”

  Laughing, I bent over her and kissed h
er softly. “That’s too bad. I was hoping we could do more of that later.”

  I slid my hand beneath her neck and grabbed onto her other hand, bringing her up until she was sitting. Her legs still spread wide, I stood between them, enjoying the view of her messed up hair, smudged cheeks from her mascara and dried tears on her face. I handed her another tissue and rubbed beneath her eyes. “Your mascara ran.”

  Her hands went to her hair, smoothing back the shining locks. “I’m probably a complete mess.”

  “You’re beautiful, but you will need to go get cleaned up.”

  She held out her hand. “Can I have my underwear?”

  They were on the floor at the side of my desk, right where she’d left them. Nope. I shook my head.

  Her light brown eyes widened in disbelief. “No? I can’t wear them?”

  “Remember when I said I like keeping you off-balance? That glare you’re shooting my way right now turns me on. I like the idea of you naked beneath that sexy skirt you’re wearing. I like the idea of you fighting going wet when you have to sit there, all day, doing my work, thinking of me.”

  Her nose crinkled and I tapped it. “Do I have to?”

  “No. You can ask me why I want it. You can ask me for an alternative, or you can disobey and earn your first punishment which I’ll deliver later night.” She opened her mouth but I stopped her by holding up a finger. “But be warned, that spanking you got on New Years was for the purpose of turning you on, not punishing. Think long and hard before deciding you’re ready for something more.”

  “Why do you want me to not wear them?”

  I wasn’t surprised when she went with option one. I’d intentionally created our contract knowing her hesitancy, and later, we’d be talking about her past and how that could affect our playtime. But I wanted her relaxed before I took her there. I also wanted her wet and needing me, focused on my desires and not her fears.

  “I already explained, why, but also because it pleases me. Today, instead of thinking about how embarrassed you might be by not wearing underwear, can you instead think of how happy it makes me to know your pussy is ready for me whenever I want it?”