Page 58 of Thor

"I, Amanda Wright, accept you as my Daddy Dom, trusting you with both my strength and my vulnerability. I commit to honesty in all things, to communicating my needs clearly, and to accepting guidance with an open heart. I will strive to care for myself as you care for me, honoring the rules we've established together. I offer you my submission freely, knowing it will be treasured and respected."

As she signed, her copper hair fell forward again, catching the light and gleaming like liquid fire. The pen moved in elegant strokes—her signature more elaborate than mine, with looping curves that somehow perfectly represented the blend of precision and expression that made her uniquely herself.

Duke reached for the contract next, adding his signature as witness on the line we'd created for him. "As president of the Heavy Kings and friend to you both, I witness this agreement freely made between equals."

The formal language wasn't something we'd discussed, but it felt right—acknowledging both his official position and the personal relationship that brought him to this moment.

Mia signed next, her signature smaller but no less decisive. "As someone who shares this path, I witness this covenant of care and submission, made in trust and mutual respect."

Their roles as witnesses complete, Duke gathered the extra copies we'd prepared, handing one to each of us while placing a third in a sealed envelope. "For safekeeping," he explained. "In case you ever need to remember what you promised each other."

With quiet understanding, he and Mia then stepped away, taking Diesel with them to give us a moment of privacy. "We'll be in the lounge when you're ready," Duke said, his hand briefly squeezing my shoulder as he passed.

Alone now, I turned to face Mandy fully, overwhelmed by the significance of what we had created. I cupped her face in my hands, marveling at how delicate she felt despite the strength I knew she possessed.

"Thank you," I whispered, my thumbs gently brushing her cheeks.

"For what?" she asked, leaning slightly into my touch.

"For trusting me with this."

A single tear escaped, trailing down her cheek to meet my thumb. "I've never shown anyone this side of me before. Not completely."

The admission humbled me. In our world, trust was currency—hard-earned and easily lost. What Mandy offered wasn't just submission, but access to parts of herself she'd kept hidden from everyone else.

"My good girl," I whispered, watching her eyes darken at the praise.

I leaned forward, closing the distance between us to kiss her softly. It wasn't a kiss of passion or demand, but one of covenant—a sealing of promises made. Her lips were soft beneath mine, yielding yet active in their response, perfectly embodying the dynamic we'd defined together.

When we parted, something had transformed in her expression—a peace settling over her features as though some long-held tension had finally released.

I stood, gently pulling her to her feet beside me. Standing, the height difference between us was pronounced—the top of her head barely reaching my shoulder. Something fierce and protective surged through me at the contrast, not because she needed my protection from physical threats, but because she'd trusted me with her emotional safety.

"Should we join the others?" she asked, glancing toward the door.

"In a minute," I said, drawing her closer. "I just need to hold you for a moment."

She came willingly into my embrace, her body fitting against mine like she'd been designed for exactly this purpose. My arms encircled her completely, one hand cradling the back of her head while the other spanned her lower back.

Against my chest, I felt her release a deep breath—tension flowing out of her as she melted into the embrace. This was what she needed, what we both needed: not just the defined roles and explicit expectations, but the physical reality of connection that transcended words on paper.

In the quiet of that moment, with Mandy secure in my arms and the signed contract bearing witness to our promises, our covenant was established.

Chapter 10

Mandy

Iwoketotherichscent of coffee filling the cabin, seeping under the door of Thor's guest bedroom where I'd spent the night. For once, I hadn't thrashed around in restless dreams. No panic about missed deadlines or forgotten meetings. Just deep, uninterrupted sleep that left me feeling oddly weightless. The heaviness that usually sat on my chest in the mornings was gone, replaced by something unfamiliar – peace.

Stretching under the quilt, I realized I'd slept better than I had in months. Maybe years. Ever since the Serpents had made their threat, leaving that crude note on my apartment door, anxiety had been my constant companion. But here, nestled in Thor's cabin in the mountains outside Ironridge, that fear felt distant, manageable.

We'd signed the contract yesterday. The memory flooded back as I slid my feet to the cold wooden floor—Thor's serious expression as he went through each clause, making sure I understood what I was agreeing to. The way his eyes had darkened when I'd signed my name with a steady hand. A Dom/sub contract with DDLG elements. Words I'd never imagined would apply to my meticulously controlled life.

I felt liberated.

When we’d finished, I’d half-expected we’d just come back to the cabin and have mad, crazy, kinky sex. But that hadn’t happened. Thor had said that he still planned on taking it slow.

“We haven’t even been on a date yet, princess,” he’d growled. “Let’s take things a step at a time.”

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