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After turning my entire body toward her, I gave her my full attention. “Yes, that’s okay.”

“When we entered into the contract and our relationship, you said that it was to become a full-time submissive, which I haven’t been for you yet.” She paused and swallowed. “I was talking to my friends, and I … wanted to ask if … that was still on the table.”

“You being my full-time submissive?” I clarified. “Yes.”

“What would it entail?” she asked quietly, completely unlike her.

“I wouldn’t require much more from you than what you give me now,” I said. “Preferably, you would live with me. I would provide everything you need or want in return for you being mine whenever I need or want you.”

She opened and closed her mouth a handful of times, but didn’t say anything, then averted her gaze. I grabbed the pillow from her and pulled her into my lap, taking her chin so she would look at me.

“What would happen if I had a job?” she asked.

“I would prefer that you didn’t have one,” I said honestly.

For me, that would defeat the purpose of full-time.

“Really?” she asked. “It’s okay if I don’t have a job at all?”

“I’ll provide everything you need and want,” I repeated. “No need for you to work.”

“But won’t you think less of me if I don’t have a job?” she asked, still chewing on her inner cheek and shifting in my lap. “At that point, I would be like a stay-at-home girlfriend, wouldn’t I?”

“You still have ambitions, and you can still have goals that you want to work on to better yourself.” I pushed some hair out of her face. “You don’t have to give up on those. You’re welcome to pursue your passions still. Being full-time with me doesn’t make me think any less of you. You’re giving me something in return.”

“What, my pussy?” she said with a small giggle.

“No. Your submission,” I said. “Is this something you want?”

“Yes.”

My eyes widened slightly because I almost hadn’t expected that to come from her. She had always been so set on working with Jacob to impress him, and while their bond had been broken, I’d expected her to dive even harder into it.

“I don’t want to work for my dad anymore,” she whispered. “I want to find something I want to do with my life, but I don’t know where to start. I want to try being full-time with you, but only if that’s something that you want?—”

“I do,” I said, too excited to wait for her to finish. “I want you to be full-time with me.”

A smile fluttered across her face, and warmth filled my chest.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Can I still be a brat?”

I playfully rolled my eyes at her, but wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her closer to me. “As long as you’re with me, you can be anything, Heather.”

CHAPTERFIFTY-THREE

HEATHER

The early morningsun flooded in through the windows of my apartment and cast a glow on the stacks of moving boxes in the corner of my room. I grabbed another empty box and set it on my bed, packing away some items inside it.

After Hector and I had chatted about me officially becoming his full-time submissive—even though I contractually already was—he had asked me to move in with him. While I would continue to pay my half of the rent here and would be back to check in on Sierra all the time, I’d decided that if I was going to try this out, then I was going all in with it.

“Heather!” Sierra shouted from the other room. “Hector is here!”

A couple of moments later, someone knocked on my door as a courtesy. Then, the door opened slightly, and Hector gazed in with a smile and playful eyes.

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