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“Unicorn it is.” I chuckled, grabbing the pen and contract from beside me and allowing Sierra to write her caution word and safeword on the blank lines. “Now, let’s finally get to explaining what this all means for you, okay, love?”
She leaned back and curled up next to me. “Okay!”
Two hours and twenty-five questions later, Sierra leaned back on the couch with the contract in her hands. I was happy to address all her questions because that meant she could understand our dynamic more. I’d much rather her understand completely instead of having another episode like what had happened last night.
It’d hurt my heart to see her so freaking sad.
“I have another question.”
“What is it, love?”
“So, will you tell me honestly if the necklace that you bought me is a collar?” she asked.
“Sierra—”
“You said we have to be honest with each other.”
“I didn’t buy you the necklace with the intention of using it as a collar. I bought it for you because, at the time, I felt about you in a way that I hadn’t felt about anyone else before. I was scared of telling you how I felt and thought that a necklace would do it all for me.”
For some reason, her face dropped. “Really?”
A low chuckle escaped my mouth. “Did you want it to be a collar?”
“Everyone kept saying it was.”
While she had wanted me to be honest, there was no harm in telling her a little white lie, especially if that was what she wanted it to be. Maybe it really had been a collar, but I hadn’t realized it. That wasn’t something I had done with anyone else either.
“Maybe it is,” I hummed, and her eyes grew wide with excitement. “Would you like that?”
Cheeks rounding, she bit back a smile. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Definitely,” she clarified, snatching the pen from me. “I’ll sign the contract right now if you admit that it’s a collar.”
“You’re not going to sign it today.” I chuckled. “I want you to think about it and make sure that you truly understand what this means. Ask your friends to read it over, if you’re comfortable with it. Heather’s mom is a lawyer, right?”
“I can’t ask her to look this over!” She scrunched her nose. “She’s like a mom to me.”
“All I’m asking is that you read it over a couple of more times then.”
After she nodded, I flipped to the last page, which included a list.
“And here, at the end of the contract, is a list of kinks that I’m comfortable with.” I handed her the pen. “I want you to circle, underline, or check all the kinks that you would like to explore and ones that you’re already comfortable with.”
She clicked the pen a few times, chewing on the inside of her cheek while staring down at all the kinks that I had marked myself. Finally, she pushed the pen onto the paper and marked the kinks off, one by one, until she reached the very end.
Her pen hovered over Breeding.
“Breeding?” she repeated. While her voice was soft, her nipples hardened underneath her shirt, making my dick stiff at the mere sight. She glanced up at me through innocent eyes. “Can you explain what that one means, Sir?”
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Breeding?
I pressed my thighs together and stared between the contract and Steven. Does Steven want kids? Does he want his own family soon? Is that what breeding means to him? How soon does he want them? I was still on birth control. He wouldn’t rip it out of me, like I’d read book boyfriends doing in those crazy dark romance novels.
