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He unlatches a double cuff, then secures my wrists in them. He locks eyes with me, strokes my cheek, and says, "There's a reason you entered this area."
I shake my head, protesting. "No."
He snarls, "Don't lie to me, pet."
I'm only here because Colton wanted to come, and I'm suddenly fearful of what Riggs might allow. My voice cracks as I whisper, "Only you, Sir. Please. Only you."
His face never flinches. He declares, "You'll keep your eyes on Papi and his subs at all times. Just like Aria studied you, you'll watch them. Understand?"
I scrunch my face, still hating how he refers to her with such ease. And I don't understand why he's making me focus on them.
He adds, "You want to be here, so you'll take it all in."
"I don't—"
He puts his finger over my lips, claiming, "There's no negotiation. I'm enforcing all the rules, understand?"
I take a deep breath, nodding. "Yes, Sir."
"What's rule three?" he questions.
I answer verbatim, "The sub will only come when permitted by the Dom, Sir."
"And rule four?" His lips curve into a tight smile.
I shift my hips into the bench, reciting, "The sub will allow the Dom to engage with her in any sexual positions he desires, at any time he desires, and at any place he desires. Penetration will include vaginal, oral, and anal, sometimes simultaneously, Sir."
He drags his hand over my spine, quizzing, "Rule six?"
The anger I can't seem to escape rears its head again. I glare at him.
"Don't make me ask again," he warns.
I fight the defiance and answer, "Toys, restraints, and other accessories will be utilized when the Dom wishes. Video and/or audio recordings are at the Dom's discretion, Sir." I blink hard, wondering again how he'll use the footage. Will he hurt me with it, making me relive my nightmare again?
As if he knows my fears, he continues focusing on me, and calls out, "Papi, remind my wife who has total control over the recording."
My butterflies flutter while my stomach flips. It shocks me. I realize a part of me wants to be recorded. I'm excited at the thought of Riggs watching me after tonight. I can't deny it, even though I'm also pissed he asked for it after all he's done to me.
Papi shouts, "You have complete control, Riggs."
I clench my jaw.
Riggs rises, slides his hand over my ass, then fingers me, slipping easily inside my pussy. He arrogantly declares, "Won't be long until there's a pool of your fluids on the leather."
Heat flies to my cheeks. I close my eyes, inhaling his scent, hating how he always knows how my body will react to anything he does. Yet I also love it. There's never a time when he touches me and I don't crave more.
He demands, "Tell me about rule nine."
For all the things Riggs and I have done, we've never used rule nine. I kind of forgot about it. I answer, "The sub agrees to all forms of hot or cold play, Sir."
Riggs continues, "What is the last part of rule eleven? After the testing information."
My stomach flips. Guilt hits me, even though I have no desire to do anything with anyone besides my husband. I quietly state, "The sub will not engage in any play with anyone besides the Dom unless the Dom determines it's in her best interest. At any time, the Dom can allow an audience, Sir."
"Say it louder," he demands.
I bite my lip, unsure how to make him understand I'm not here to find another Dom or play with anyone.
