Page 13 of The Contract

I nod.

Dante leans toward me. His hand plants on my stool, between my legs. The inside of his wrist brushes my balls. His mouth goes to my throat. His teeth graze me. I shiver. He’s soclose. He smells so fucking good.

He speaks against my throat. “I need rules so I don’t do bad things.”

When I swallow hard, he licks my throat. Arousal flares so hot that I moan. It startles me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard myself make a sound like that before.

Dante’s lips move to my ear. He whispers, “Read the contract.”

I close my eyes as a shudder wracks my body. He draws back. Reeling, I grab the edge of the bar to steady myself. I open my eyes. He flips open the folder.

I stare down at a document that looks highly official. Businesslike. A contract.

Despite its formality, it’s not very long. The staple tells me there’s a second page, but I think that’s it. There’s a separate document under it.

Okay. Here we go.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but this isn’t it. Almost everything is reasonable. Normal. So normal that I don’t understand the need for a document.

Why do we need sign something that basically says he can’t hit me with closed fists, can’t strike my face, and can’t maim me? Isn’t that kind of … understood?

A couple things catch my eye. I can’t fuck him. I can’t touch his cock or his ass with my hands or mouth. I mean, I’ve never touched a man there, so the idea is kind of foreign to me anyway, but it seems a little weird. He would, presumably, be touching mine. The idea sends fresh heat into my cock.

I flip to the next page. My eyebrows climb. “What the hell is this?”

“Your weekly allowance. And severance.”

“This is a lot of money.” When he doesn’t respond, I keep reading. “So if I sayred, I get … fifty thousand dollars?”

“As severance, yes.”

“As severance. Meaning it’s over?”

“Yes. If you use the safe word, our arrangement is over immediately. I will stop whatever I’m doing. I will pay you fifty thousand dollars. You will be taken home by my driver, Kenzie, if desired, and you will never see me again. I will neither stalk nor contact you.”

“But this all so normal. Why would I want to say the safe word?”

“I don’t think you’re understanding this, Tristan. These are hard limits. Everything else—everythingelse—is fair game.”

I stare at him like an idiot because I have no idea what that means. “Give me an example.”

“When I want to fuck you, I will.”

“What if I say no?”

“You can say no as much as you like. You can yell. You can scream. You can fight back. It won’t stop me.”

“Butredwill?”

“Yes.”

“But everything will be over and I won’t see you again?”

“Correct.”

This is so weird. “Give me another example.”

He shakes his head. “You’ll have to learn as you go. That’s half the fun.”

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