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Reaching into a drawer, he pulls out some papers, glancing at them briefly before sliding them across the desk to me.
“This is your contract. Read over it again and select any extra hard limits you have. Write down anything that isn’t listed.”
I’m talking with the lawyer now. He is all business and, let me tell you, a scary motherfucker. I wouldn’t want to come up against him in court.
Glancing down at the contract, I scan over the papers until I reach the right page and look down the list. I already had no anal selected, and even though I’ve ventured into that territory a little with my guys, I’m not willing to explore that here, so I leave it as is. Everything in the check boxes is still relevant, so I add some notes at the bottom.
No pain infliction.
No humiliation, public or otherwise.
No non-con.
No Tiger Man!
No video recordings!!
No remote-controlled toys!
No using food.
No foot stuff.
I add the last two because they are special to Simon and me. If we share that stuff with anyone, then it will be with the other guys. I ignore the guilt that nudges me as I think of my guys. They won’t be happy about this new arrangement and with good reason. Without Ty here, there’s no one to watch over me.
I glance up from the contract and ask a risky question.
“Is Madam Vik’s other liege still coming to the Feast nights?”
“Casanova?” He frowns, and I nod. “No.”
Shit. I need someone here to make sure I come out alive each Feast. Summoning courage, I didn’t know I had, I do something I never thought I’d do.
“Master,” I say sweetly, playing the role he wants me to, “can you please permit Casanova to return as Madam’s liege as well?”
He frowns. “Why?”
“It will make me feel safer for the times you aren’t around. I know I messed up and had to be punished the other week, but I’m still a little scared around everyone else. Maybe Casanova can make sure I am treated right when you aren’t around?”
I wanna vom! Saying those words like he isn’t the one I’m scared of goes against everything he has done to me, yet I can see they work with the way his face softens. He likes me wanting him as my protector.
Fucking dick!
“Ok, Kitten. I will get Madam to reach out to Casanova and see if he will return. But…” He stands from his chair and walks around the desk to tower over where I sit. “You both better work our guests well and not focus on each other too much, or I will make sure he is punished, and it will be your fault. Again.”
I nod quickly. “Yes, Master.”
He groans at my words, taking a step closer, his crotch a mere inch from my face. My breath hitches as I see a bulge growing in his pants, and I try to lean away, but he claws his fingers into my hair.
“I’ve changed my mind, Kitten. Tonight, we will have a little playtime. You will give me a lap dance.”
“W-what?” My eyes dart up to his, and he licks his lips as he smirks.
“You heard me, Kitten. Don’t make me repeat myself.” He takes a step back. “Stand up.”
My wobbly legs are back, my heart thumping so hard that it feels like my ribs are going to crack open.
Master Hill takes the chair I was in and drags it over to the corner where a large mirror is propped up. Once he has the chair in position, he sits down, takes out his phone and flicks through it. A moment later, music fills the room.
