Page 50 of Until I Own You

Me! As it should be.

“Let me take your coat.” I come up behind her.

Bridget undoes the belt and allows me to remove the long, cream-colored coat from her arms. Just because I will be dominating her soon does not exempt me from being a gentleman. Besides, we haven’t begun. Not yet. Not for a little while yet. There are details to be discussed first.

She says nothing.

I think she is trying to mimic what she’s seen which is both a blessing and a curse in the eyes of an experienced Dom. On one hand, it shows me she is as eager for this as I am. On the other, she now has misconceptions and maybe even a few behaviors that need to be corrected, I’m sure. She needs to learn how things work in real life and how different they are from reading them in a book or watching others participate in a scene.

Being inside of a dynamic like ours will become is a different beast.

“We aren’t in scene yet, Bridget. You may talk to me.”

“Thank you…Seth.” She hesitates when she says my name. I know her mind is going to the same place as mine. Her calling me Sir at the wedding. I’ve been dreaming about it ever since.

“Take a seat, Bridget.” I gesture toward the luxurious chaise in the middle of the room.

The Underground chambers are all a little bit different, but this one is my favorite. It is the most like a home with the Persian rugs, the chaise, the coffee table, a four-poster bed against the hall and decadent mirrors hanging in various places for watching. Even the toys are out of sight, stowed in a wardrobe.

She follows my direction with ease, sinking down onto the settee and smoothing out her skirt as she does so.

Didn’t even know today would be the day that changes everything, and yet she’s wearing an absolutely life-altering outfit. Of course, everything she wears is, in my eyes, stunning. But today, it’s like she felt what was about to happen to her.

Skin-tight, navy dress stopping mid-calf. Buttons all down the front. Heaven for a Dom who likes to unwrap his reward. To watch each inch unveil.

And oh, how I want to watch Bridget.

“Do you know what this is?” I step toward the table before the chaise and point at the papers on top of it.

Bridget nods. “It’s a contract.”

“Good.” I hold back on the ‘girl.’ Just barely. Because that’s going to push us both over the edge. “This is a standard contract for tonight only. If we decide we want to continue after that, we will go over everything, and you will need to catalog all your hard and soft limits and we will talk about each of them at length. Since we won’t go too deep tonight, I stated my limits in the contract as well as a few I think you will agree with.”

I push the contract toward her. “Take a look and see if there’s anything you would like to add or remove.”

This contract is standard here in the club for new subs and new Doms that just want to scene for the night before really committing to the Underground side of the club.

The last thing I want to do is cross any of Bridget’s limits tonight. Especially since I’m not even sure she knows her true limits yet.

After the well of silence, Bridget takes the pen from beside the paper to sign.

I hold up my hand. “Read it again.”

She nods, places the pen back down, and does as I ask. It sends a shockwave of delight into my groin. That wasn’t meant to be a test, but she’s already so good at obeying directions.

I just…need this to go right. I need it to be perfect.

Because while we’ve agreed to the night, I know I’m not going to be satiated unless I have her much longer than that.

Probably forever.

I pack that thought away. No use thinking about forever when we haven’t even started.

Bridget clears her throat. “I’ve read it again. May I sign?”

I withhold a smile.

She’s so dear, trying to be all good and proper. How could that not make me smile? “You may.”

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