Swatting his hand away from her ankle, she quickly undid the cuff herself and ran to the bathroom. She slammed the door and locked it.
So, that bastard planned to keep her on the edge all day? Ha! She would find a way.Let the games begin.
He was gone when she came out. She heard him whistling in the kitchen and found him making the coffee.
“I expect you to be ready at ten for a workout. There is a fitness room on the third floor. We will have lunch at one and you’ll read me those passages. You can write when my massagetherapist comes over at three. And tonight, we are going out for dinner.”
“Christ, I’m not a child. Are you planning every waking moment for me?”
“Get used to it. You should know, in many D/s relationships, the Dom is in total control, and he takes over all aspects of his sub’s life. Her food, what she wears, how much exercise, sleep schedule, orgasms, and so on.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want that kind of arrangement. That’s a bit much.”
“Lucky for you, it’s not my cup of tea either. But I warned you there would be consequences for every rebellion.”
Brynne put the bolinhos in the microwave to warm them up. “Maybe you should explain the ground rules, so I don’t get into any more trouble?”
“Good point. We never discussed your hard and soft limits. I should have insisted on that before we drew up our agreement.”
“True. There are things I won’t do.”
“Such as?”
Brynne could feel her face heating. “I have a list that Mistress Patricia gave me. I could draw from that.”
“Fetch it.”
She scowled at him. “Can’t I get a cup of coffee in me first?”
“I’m counting every one of your little fits. If I were you, I’dgo now.”
She huffed at him and stalked out. In her bedroom, she pulled the paper from its hiding spot in her backpack. A quick scan had her rethinking some of those choices. She searched for a pen to make some adjustments.
“What is taking so long?” he said from right behind her.
Brynne jumped out of her skin with a screech. “What the hell?! You scared me to death!”
“Why are you so jumpy?”
“I’m used to living alone. Stop sneaking up on me.”
He saw the papers on the bed. As he leaned over, she turned to grab them, but he was quicker.
“What are you afraid of, Brynne? Is there something you want to remove?”
She put her hand out, and he gave the sheets back to her. She pulled them to her chest defensively and her shoulders sagged in relief.
He smiled mischievously. “Let’s review and discuss the parameters of this truce.”
He poured the coffee and put the warm donuts out. “I’ll go first. The ground rules are very simple. When I ask you to do something, you obey immediately. Of your own free will, you submit to my physical and sexual demands. You accept punishment for not following the rules—the ones you know, and the ones you don’t.”
She bristled and was about to reply, but the look in his eyesstopped her.
“You keep me informed as to your physical health—if you are under the weather or have your period, for example. While you are with me, you don’t flirt or lead any other man on. And when you call out or signal your safe word, I will stop everything. Red is a full stop and yellow is slow down and check in.”
Brynne sipped her coffee and digested what he said. “What kinds of physical and sexual demands?”
“That’s where your list comes in. But in short, sucking, fucking, bondage, and discipline.”
