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“I prefer to be in control in the bedroom only, but every dynamic is different. Everything is discussed and agreed before the contract is drawn.” I smile.

“Contract?” She stares at me.

We talk and laugh through dinner. She has a natural curiosity about the lifestyle. Seems everything she knows, she’s learned from movies, which isn’t the best example.

I’m enjoying getting to know her better and can’t believe how funny she is. We lose track of time and before we know it, it’s ten p.m., but neither of us is ready for it to end.

“Wait, you have a toy box?” She leans into me. “Like with multiple toys?”

“Yes, all new. Waiting for my new sub.” I chuckle.

“Wow, I only have one, and half the time I have to knock it on the nightstand to make it work,” she giggles.

“We’ll have to fix that,” I say, rubbing her thigh.

“Can I see it?” Her eyes grow wide.

“It’s in my room and I can’t guarantee I’ll be a gentleman if I get you back there.” I grin.

“I’m a big girl,” she says, flashing me a devilish smirk.

Chapter Nine

Bobby

“Wow,” she breathes, looking around my room. “This is not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?” I sit on the bed.

“I don’t know, maybe toys...” she pauses and gulps. “Figurines like the rest of your home.”

“This room has a different purpose than the others,” I say patting the bed next to me. “Besides, black and purple are my favorite colors. Ready?”

“For?” She flashes a seductive grin while taking a seat.

“Careful.” My fingers run circles on her thigh. “You’re in my domain now, kitten.”

“What exactly does that mean?” She grins devilishly.

“You like to tease, but in here, I’m the boss.” Her hair cascades around her face as I remove the clips. “In here, I dictate the rules. Rules that must be followed.”

“Or?” She pants as I brush her hair over her shoulder, exposing her neck.

“I’ll be forced to punish you.” I kiss her neck. “Bottom drawer.”

“Huh?” She tilts her head.

“My toy box. It’s in the bottom drawer.” I look at my nightstand with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, forgot about that.” She giggles, then clears her throat before opening the drawer. “It looks like a fancy toolbox.” She removes it from the drawer, placing it on her lap.

“It’s custom made. Beautiful, isn’t it?” I run my fingers across the intricately carved wooden box. “Open it.”

Her eyes grow wide as she studies the different items, running her fingers across each piece. I love her natural curiosity.

“Is this a pearl choker?” She picks it up.

“Nipple clamps.” I chuckle.

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