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She colored slightly. “No, Sir. I just assumed—”
He cut her off with a raised hand. “You know better than that. No assumptions. Sit back on the sofa. I’ll let you know when, or if, I want you to kneel.”
He looked down at the sheet of paper attached to the clipboard, along with a pen. It had a basic information section regarding the participating parties, the timeframe of the contract, and the general terms to be agreed upon.
All members of the Masters Club practiced safe sex and were routinely screened for any potential health issues. The basic boilerplate section of the contract stipulated that both parties were healthy and disease-free. There was a clause about contraception and protection, with space for the submissive to indicate a preference for condoms, or for condom-free sex with an alternate form of protection.
Jack had never had actual intercourse with any of the pleasure subs, even after Annette’s passing. Back at the London club, he’d kept things purposely superficial, not yet ready to share that kind of intimacy with another woman.
But now things were different, and he was ready for a more intimate connection. Grayson had assured him Cleo was on birth control, and Jack was looking very forward to exploring this new area of their relationship. As she waited patiently, he checked off various responses, indicating he was comfortable with non-protected sex in this case, both vaginal and anal.
When he was done, he handed the clipboard to Cleo. “Let’s go section by section,” he said. “I’ve indicated I’m comfortable with no condoms, but I will absolutely respect your decision in that regard. Totally up to you.”
Cleo took the clipboard and pen. She scanned the section and selected her responses. When she handed it back to Jack, he was delighted to see that she, too, was comfortable with no condoms.
There followed a lengthy checklist of activities to which the sub could be subjected, with a place for the sub to indicate any issues or hard limits. Jack scanned the alphabetized list, which included the following:
Anal sex
Anal plug
Arm binders
Asphyxiation
Blindfolds
Bondage
Breath control
Caning
Chains
Choking
Chores
Cock worship
Collars
Corsets
Cuffs
Dildoes
Double penetration
Exhibitionism
Face slapping
Flogging
Forced masturbation
Gags
Hair pulling
Hand jobs
Harnessing
Immobilization
Kneeling
Knife play
Manacle & Irons
Mouth bits
Needles
Nipple clamps
Nipple torture
Oral/anal play
Over-the-knee spanking
Orgasm control
Outdoor sex
Paddling
Pain
Piercing
Punishment
Riding crops
Rituals
Sensory deprivation
Spanking
Speech restrictions
Spreader bars
Stocks
Suspension
Verbal humiliation
Vibrators
Whipping
He handed the clipboard back to Cleo. “Do you have any issues or negative triggers with anything listed here?”
As she scanned the list, her nipples grew hard, which pleased him. For many in the scene, himself included, just reading the list was enough to get the juices flowing.
“Only needle play, Sir. No issues with any of the rest of this.”
“Excellent.” Jack took back the clipboard. There was some legalese at the bottom of the contract that basically stated that both parties entered into the agreement freely and would agree to uphold the terms. Failure by the slave of any sort, as determined by the Master, would result in swift punishment, to be decided solely by the Master.
Looking over to Cleo, Jack said, “Understanding I will use any and all of the tools available to me in your training, are you prepared to serve me, slave to Master, for the next five days?”
Her eyes flashed a moment as they met his, but he couldn’t read the look. Defiance? Desire? Anger? Then she looked away, her arms coming around her torso in a protective manner. In a mumble, she replied, “I’ll be your pretend slave, as that is my owners’ wish for me.”
The barb found its mark, piercing his excitement. But, removing his feelings from the equation, her answer had been flippant by any definition. He moved quickly, determined to nip that sort of disrespect in the bud. Before she could react, he wrapped his hand in her hair, forcing her head back as he leaned in close.
In a low, hard voice, he growled, “There’s nothing pretend about it. I have no interest in playing a game with you, little girl. If we do this, we do it all the way. One-hundred percent.”
He tightened his grip in her soft, silky hair until she winced. “This is not about your owners’ wishes. It’s between you and me. For the duration of this contract, I own you. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered breathlessly. There was both fear and something else sparking in her luminous blue eyes. Unable to turn her head away with his hand tangled in her hair, she stared up at him, her lips softly parting. Christ, he wanted to both kiss her and slap her.
Instead, he released her hair and sat back. “Let’s try this again.” He pointed to the floor. “Kneel and present.”
Cleo slipped gracefully from the sofa to the carpet. Kneeling on her heels, she let her hands rest lightly on her thighs, palms up. Eyes downcast, she spread her knees wide and arched her back, giving him a lovely view of her smooth cunt and proudly offered breasts.
