“This is Dichotomy’s membership agreement,” he explained.
I stared up at him as he pushed the folder toward me.
“I’d like you to read through it carefully, then sign.”
“I’ve noticed there’s a lot of … paperwork affiliated with BDSM.” I scanned the membership agreement, then looked up at him. “I assume that’s because of discretion?”
“Mostly, yes. However, when it comes to this lifestyle, you’ll realize there’s a lot of communication that takes place. This isn’t the type of kink you can go into blindly. It’s about pleasuring your partner, not scaring the shit out of them.”
Well, when I’d read through that limit list, I could admit there had been several things that had scared the shit out of me.
“Did you get the limit list completed?” he asked as he moved to stand behind me.
I pulled the papers from the bag I carried when I went places with him. “About ninety percent of it, yes.”
“Any questions? Anything that worries you?”
I laid the paper on the bar and knew he was reviewing my answers. The list was in alphabetical order and there were two things right at the top that had raised my hackles when I first saw them. Animal roles and asphyxiation for starters. Then there were bathroom restrictions. These people were into some serious shit.
I turned to look at Master and that was when I realized how close he was. So close that my nose almost grazed his cheek. If I leaned forward even slightly, our lips would touch.
Fuck, I wanted him to kiss me again. I never wanted him to stop, in fact.
Strangely enough, he didn’t move away, merely turned his head a fraction of an inch and stared back at me. My breath caught in my chest as something akin to anticipation took up all the space where the air had been previously.
“I hope you were thorough,” he said softly, his breath fanning my mouth. “Did you take your time?”
“I’m not completely finished, but yes, I have been taking my time.” I swallowed hard when he still didn’t move away.
“Do you have any questions?”
A jerky shake of my head was all I could offer as I wished he would close the few centimeters that separated our mouths. The fact that he admitted I was the first man he’d ever kissed … yeah, I wanted him to explore me, to use me, to find out what he enjoyed about being with a man.
I didn’t know what made me do it, but I found myself leaning in, closing that gap. But then suddenly there was a hand in my hair, roughly jerking my head back.
“No,” he growled, looming over me, his eyes locked with mine.
“I’m … sorry,” I muttered.
His eyes scanned my face, but I had no idea what he was looking for. Permission? Since it was clearly there, that couldn’t be it. However, I did note that he didn’t look at all disgusted.
To my shock, he leaned in until our lips were almost touching. When he spoke, his words were a rough, raspy growl. “You need to keep in mind who’s in charge here, boy. Me. Not you. Is that understood?”
I gave another jerky nod, causing his hand to tighten in my hair. Like every other time he’d done it, the pain was erotic, and my disappointment was intense when he released me and took a step back.
“In the future, when you need something from me, I expect you to ask for it. Nicely.”
I nodded.
“Whether it’s for me to kiss you, touch you, suck your cock…”
Holy fuck. I was seconds away from falling off the damn stool.
“You will learn to communicate verbally.”
“Yes, Master.”
He took another step back. “I need you to have our tuxes delivered here. Mine, yours, and Bishop’s. It’ll be easier to leave from here. Have Zeke’s delivered to Clarissa’s and find a dress for her to wear. Something exquisite, like her. Then, complete the membership agreement and finish up with the limit list. I’ll be back later.”
“Okay.” I was still trying to catch my breath.
“And, boy?”
I cut my eyes to his. “Yes?”
“Feel free to explore, watch television, do whatever. But you are not allowed to touch yourself. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
FIFTEEN
Clarissa
AFTER WAKING UP TO FIND Trent gone, I decided not to dwell on last night’s activities. Oh, sure, I was peeved that he’d disappeared without even saying goodbye, but it wasn’t anything I hadn’t expected. In fact, it served as a reminder that Trent was temporary. He would never be someone I would wake up in bed with, share breakfast with, or go see a movie with. Trent Ramsey wasn’t dating me in the traditional sense. He was my Dom, and as I’d learned over the years, that was a role men played. Which meant, I needed to remember my role.
Instead of trying to figure out Trent’s motivation, I’d spent the morning packing up more of my things. Zeke alternated between helping me move boxes and taking Tank out to play in the backyard. Thankfully, he wasn’t asking questions.
