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“I—” she began, but her voice trailed off.
“There are very few people in my life who know certain things about me.” I circled the spanking bench unhurriedly, running my fingers along the sleek, black leather padding. “In here, there are rules, but since we only have tonight, I’m only giving you two.” I glanced up to see she was watching with full attention. “Rule number one, when that door closes and locks, I’m not a father, an ex-husband, or a lawyer. James Whitman doesn’t exist.”
“Okay,” she mumbled.
“No one exists in this world except us,” I continued. “I am your Dom. You are absolutely not allowed to speak unless spoken to. You can moan unless I tell you not to.” I roamed to the blue velvet chair, which I referred to as my throne. Perching on the armrest, I folded my arms. “When you’re spoken to, you are to respond to me appropriately. You will end every response with Daddy, or Sir.”
She barely shifted her weight.
“Number two—”
“Holy shit, that was a long rule… sir.”
Leaping off the chair’s arm, I took long, quick strides to her, backing her against the wall. “I’m not done.”
Her eyes swelled to the size of saucers, and she nodded.
Maintaining eye contact, I took several steps back, sliding my hands deep in my pockets. “Tonight, you’ll remember two words. Red will bring everything to a full stop. Yellow will cause me to slow down. I’ll ask you if I need to be gentler with you or if we need to move on to something else. If you’re gagged or can’t speak, shake your head vigorously and I’ll stop immediately and ungag you so we can discuss it.”
“I don’t need safe words.”
I paused. “Yes, you do, because I won’t touch you until you agree to my terms.”
She nodded, taking a step forward.
“I don’t brake for ‘no’ or ‘stop’. Those words make me go harder. So, you better remember yellow and red.” I meandered the room, dragging my palm on the black St. Andrew’s cross, stalking her every movement. “In here, you agree to fully submit to me. You belong to me tonight. And since this is the last time we’ll be together, those are the only rules.”
“I want to know the rest!”
“What?”
“Sorry… sir, I mean.” She tucked her lips into her mouth, clasping her hands behind her back and lowering her gaze to the floor as if she’d played with a Dominant before.
“Approach and you may speak freely.”
She sashayed closer. “You said it yourself. Inside the room, we’re the only two who exist in the world.” Coming to a stop in front of me, she reached for the buttons on my shirt, waiting. Peering into my eyes, she smiled. “How many fantasies have you fulfilled in this room so far?”
I remained silent, twirling a piece of her long hair.
“Daddy?”
“None.” God, she’s going to be the one who ruins me.
I knew relief when I saw it. She licked her lips. “Since we only have tonight, use me entirely.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“It is.” She unbuttoned a button. “You wanted to show me who you really are.” Her gaze trailed over the room before she brought it back to mine. “And I love what I see so far. I’ve never done this before, but tonight, let me be everything you want. Making you happy pleases me.”
“Shit,” I muttered, blinking rapidly when I realized what was happening. She’s a fucking submissive. The woman of my dreams is a fucking submissive. I’d dreamed of having a one since high school. And at forty-five, one was standing in front of me, and I couldn’t keep her. I contemplated her suggestion, letting it mull in my brain. I thought I was fucked before, but no. Now I was.
She lowered her fingers to the next button, her lips pressing together. “I agree to yellow and red.”
I arched a brow.
“Please continue, sir.”
At that moment, something in me completely snapped, and rule one was in full effect. I clutched her wrist hard, stopping her from fidgeting with my shirt. Shoving her hands away, I narrowed my gaze on hers, hungry for every single inch of her body in a way I’d not yet experienced. She pouted, her eyes watered. At that moment, I knew she was mine. My toy. My secret. She was my… happiness, and I was her Dom.
