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“What…are you doing?” he asks.
I expected this question, so I’m prepared.
“Being a good girl,” I reply, “Sir.”
I hear him take in a heavy breath. He’s going to say something harsh or tell me to get up or to stop. At least I tried.
Instead, he takes five deafening steps toward me. When he’s close enough to touch me, I feel his fingers reach for my chin and tilt my head upward. There’s affection in his eyes as he stares down at me, warmth trickling over me. The way that look makes me feel is like gold. If I could bottle it up and sell it, I’d be rich.
“Youaresuch a good girl,” he says, and I nearly melt into the floor. “You want to learn how to be a good sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply.
His jaw tenses as he deliberates his response.
“Fine. But not every day, understand?”
I try to fight back my smile, but it slips through anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want there to be days when you’re just Charlotte, okay?”
My shoulders soften as I let his words sink in. Then, I nod.
“And if you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it. There’s a lot more we’ll need to discuss, limits and safety, and things like that, all right?”
I nod again, knowing from my research this weekend that he would say something like this. I learned that communication is the most important thing and that boundaries have to be set because there are a lot of things that can go wrong.
Which is why I came prepared.
“I wrote down my limits,” I reply, staring up at him.
He looks momentarily surprised, stroking my chin. “You did? Can I see them?”
I nod, moving to stand, but he puts gentle pressure on my shoulder to keep me down.
“Ah-ah. Crawl there for me.”
My lips part and my body is flooded with heat. “Yes, Sir,” I reply. He moves out of the way, so I can crawl to my desk, where the printed paper sits next to my laptop. Grabbing it off the desk, I hesitate for a moment, not sure how to crawl and carry it at the same time.
“In your teeth,” he replies, noticing my uncertainty. And I do as he says, biting down on the paper as I move back onto all fours, carrying it toward him. He’s leaning on his desk now, arms crossed and watching me. Once I reach him, I sit back in a kneeling position.
He strokes my head gently and takes the paper from my teeth. Then I wait as he browses through what I wrote. This is the nerve-racking part because there were a lot of things on that list that made me a little nervous to admit.
“Where did you get this?” he asks.
“It was a printable list I got online. Is it okay?”
He waits a moment before responding. “It’s excellent, Charlotte. I’m proud of you.”
I smile to myself. The list has over two hundred items and I had to rank each one from zero, being an absolutely hard limit, to five, being very interested, please do. Most of the list landed at three, which means curious. Naturally.
I know I’m supposed to keep my head down, but I can’t resist the urge to watch his face as he reads the list. To be honest, most of the items were hard to rank because they involved sex, and Emerson and I don’t have that kind of relationship, yet. All I know is that the more I’m with him and the more he pushes me past my limits, the more I want.
He doesn’t say a word as he browses, and his poker face doesn’t give much away. All I know is he’s reading things like…
Paddling, three.
Caning…two.
