The man was taking liberties he had no business taking. His tone alone was not something I would tolerate. “So, can I assume you’ve cancelled the remainder of our contract? Because last I checked, you worked for me.”
“Goddammit, Trent. I told you—”
“Screw the meeting, Ken. Tell your boss she can expect my call later. I’ll be announcing my intention to break ties with your agency in the very near future.” I disconnected the call, then grabbed my coffee mug, staring at the sexy submissive kneeling before me. “Did you jack off last night?”
A blush infused Troy’s face, but he nodded. “Yes, Master.”
His easy answer settled the rage boiling inside me.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I… Yes, Master. I did.”
“What were you thinking about when you came?”
His eyes widened and the color in his cheeks darkened. There was something about his innocence that fascinated me. Perhaps that was one of the things I liked most about Troy. There was no subterfuge when it came to him. He was open and honest, almost to a fault.
“You, Master.” He inhaled deeply. “Well, you and Clarissa, actually.”
I liked that he’d included us both in that moment. “And you remember what I told you?”
Troy offered a jerky nod. “I’m no longer allowed to jack off unless you give me permission.”
“Correct.” I smiled deviously. “And don’t expect that to be forthcoming. I’m a very strict Dom. My submissives will earn their rewards.”
I reached into my top drawer and produced a two-page contract I utilized at the club. While it expired after twenty-four hours, I figured it would work for Troy. Since he wasn’t versed in D/s, it seemed a decent way to handle our initial interactions. While I wouldn’t be using a long-term contract with Troy or Clarissa, I was hoping this would give him the guidelines he preferred. The man was meticulous when it came to details, always asking questions, wanting to ensure he knew what was coming. I’d only ever implemented this contract with club submissives, more for protocol than requirement.
“While I take a shower, I want you to review this. When I get out, we’ll go over any questions you have. If you’re in agreement, you can sign it. Otherwise, we’ll continue on as we have been.”
“With me as your personal assistant and not your submissive?” he questioned.
I leaned forward. “Is that what you want? To return to only being my assistant?”
“No, Master,” he said softly, his breaths increasing as he continued to kneel. “That’s not what I want.”
I nodded, pleased that he hadn’t changed his mind after sleeping on it.
“Good.” As I got to my feet, I handed him the contract, then slid my fingers through his hair. I knew I was hesitating when it came to Troy. If I said it was because I wanted a contract in place, I would be lying.
However, once that contract was signed and we were in agreement, I made a decision that I would no longer hold back. I would officially go after what I wanted where he was concerned.
“Master?” Troy called out as I was leaving the room.
“Yes?”
“Although it’s technically my day off, I didn’t have anything planned. Did you need me for anything today?” he asked. “We’ve got the fundraiser, but that’s not until tonight.”
I considered that for a moment. “Yeah. I do. In fact, we’ll go to Dichotomy and I’ll show you around.” I took a few more steps toward the door and glanced at him over my shoulder. “And you can get up off your knees now.”
He smiled. “Thank you, Master.”
*
After I showered and dressed, I went to the kitchen to find Troy sitting on one of the barstools, his eyes glued to the paper in front of him.
“Did you have any questions?” I asked as I poured myself another cup of coffee.
“It says it expires after twenty-four hours.”
“It does.”
“Does that mean … so do we?”
I shook my head, then leaned back against the counter. “No. It’s merely a sample. I want you to see what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Oh.”
“Unless you require a contract to outline our relationship.”
He held my gaze. “No. I don’t.”
“Good.” I nodded toward the papers again. “Any other questions?”
Troy glanced down at the paper, then his eyes lifted to mine once more. “No. It seems straightforward.”
“And you have no issues with the nondisclosure agreement?”
“None whatsoever.”
Troy had already signed one when he came on as my personal assistant, but this was separate, so I was treating it as such.
While I stood there and sipped my coffee, he produced a pen and scribbled his name at the bottom. When he was finished, I set my coffee mug down and did the same before moving to stand beside him. He immediately turned to face me.
“I want you to know I don’t second-guess my decisions,” I told him as I once again slid my fingers into his hair. Admittedly, I loved the control I had over him, how easily he submitted. He didn’t hide from me the way Clarissa did. When it came to Troy, I could see every single one of his desires.
