The Contract
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Jasmine
"You cook a lot?"
"When I'm at home, ya. I'm usually at the clubhouse and the club girls cook. But I do enjoy it."
Watching his muscles tense while he flipped the stir-fry he was making was setting off all sorts of feelings down below. Da*m he was fine.
But he was a Dom. I don't think there's anywhere on this earth I could submit. Not after Knives. He made sure I submitted.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
I looked down at my fidgeting hands.
"Just wondering, what made you join the MC?"
He smiled. And what a beautiful smile.
"My dad worked for Hatchets dad. He was devoted for good reason. They are good guys. Maybe do some illegal sh*t but never harm people who didn't deserve it."
I nodded. Happily digging into my food. A moan escaped me. God da*n this was good.
I felt his eyes boring into me. I snapped my head towards him.
"Keep making those sounds kitten, and we're going to have some issues."
"It's the food! Amazing. You're a he*l of a cook." I winked.
"Sure kitten."
We finished eating in comfortable silence. Afterward, I insisted on doing dishes.
Finishing the last dish, I felt his heat behind me. His hands gripped the counter around me.
"Tell me kitten. You planning on taking part at Club Red?"
I turned. Our faces too close for comfort. My breath hitched.
"I'm just a bartender Ace. I'm not partaking in anything."
"Hm.thats too bad."
"I don't think I can submit. I already had to once."
"It's not the same." He growled. "What that fu*k did wasn't submission. It was torture. Submission is meant to give power to the sub. A Dom is responsible for making sure the sub has control. She may be submissive, but one word stops it. Whatever it may be. Once they say the word, it stops."
He kissed my jaw. Running a finger down to my cleavage. I was instantly wet.
"Submission isn't giving over power, it's taking it. Letting go, knowing your Dom knows your limits. The one word rules a Dom's world."
His hands slid down my hips. I basically was putty.
"Give me one month kitten. We draw up a contract. I already claimed you, you know I had to. For protection."
And I knew it. He had to. For club politics. If he wanted to protect me and have the clubs backing, he had to claim me. But a Dom contact? That scared me.
He kissed me on the neck. "I can feel your pulse. Just look it over and let me know. You are hesitating, but I know you want to let go in a safe environment."
"Yes" I gasped. That a*s spanking he gave me really showed me I appreciate some controlled domination.
Da*nit.
"I'll write up a contract tomorrow. Give me one month. Your safe word always ends it. Let me show you what domination should be. Goodnight kitten." Kissing my forehead, he retreated to his room.
I almost crumbled. What the fu*k did I agree to? Guy would make a great interrogater.
Ace
Holy sh*t. She agreed. Somewhat. I had to take my time with her. I'd give her a list of kinks she could go through and mark which ones she would be interested in, and which ones she didn't want to partake in. But the thought of showing her what submission should be nearly brought me to my knees. I needed her to lose herself to find herself. She was so used to taking sh*t against her will, no off switch. I wanted her to have control. Which was an insane thought. I wanted kitten badly. I needed to talk to Whiz asap. Until then, I jer*ed myself in the shower to the thoughts of my little kitten under my thumb, but completely in control, for once in her life.
The next day I called Whiz. I needed his input on how to approach her. She wasn't broken, but she wouldn't handle some things well. And I didn't want to break her, I wanted to build her up.
"Hey man, what's up?"
"I have a predicament. My kitten may be a brat and I don't know how to cope."
He laughed. "Taking her to Club Red?"
"Maybe. I think I'll start at home and ease her into it. I'm going to do a contract. Give her the chance to have limits. But I think she'll want to push me a bit. She's stubborn. And I don't know how to handle a brat."
"Look, man, I know you don't normally handle bratting well. But let me tell you it might actually thrill you with her. I can tell you like this girl. With all the sh*t she's been through, let her push back a bit. It may give her some power back. And you might actually get off on taming her. It's hot as hell dude. Watching them come undone and beg after you've punished them enough.
Actually he had a point. Let her push back. Give her some power and watch her come undone with that power, as long as I don't push her too hard.
"Thanks. I'm going to write up a contract today. Let her choose what she wants to do or what she wants to explore. Im sure shell have some that she doesn't want anything to do with. I'll let her figure that out.
"Great plan. If you need any input let me know."
We hung up, and I began writing up a contract. I listed every kink with an option of yes, willing to explore and no.
After I finished, I went to Jasmine's room. Her light was on, so I knew she was awake. I knocked, heart wracking my rib cage. I'm really doing this.
Jasmine
I opened the door and my mouth went dry. Ace was standing in nothing but loose-fitting sweats. His hard chest and abs were covered in tattoos. Dragons, castles. One beautiful theme that told a story. He cleared his throat.
"You gonna keep checking me out or ya wanna take a look at the contract." He winked.
Oh sh*t. This is really happening. I nodded and took the paperwork. It was a few pages long and my face redened when my eyes skimmed over some of it. Rope, clamps. Oh boy.
He smiled. "I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you have any questions. I'll be in my room. "
Hours later I had checked off most of it. I was surprised with myself at how much I was willing to do or at least try. Sure I was apprehensive, but in the back of my mind I trusted Ace. I knew he wouldn't push me beyond my limits. But some of it I was still unsure of what the he*l it was. I decided to ask him.
I made my way to his room and knocked on the door.
"Hey kitten, done already?"
"No, actually I have a couple of questions if you don't mind."
"Of course. Come on in."
His room fit him so well. Dark red with accents of black. Massive bed with red silk sheets.
"I know it sounds naive, but what entails a s*x swing?"
He smiled. Looking like a lion who caught his prey.
"Sit kitten, I'll show you."
He pulled up some pictures on his laptop.
"It spreads you wide. More angles. And I can slam into you harder."
Oh my God. My thighs clenched.
After a few more questions and very shocking Google searches, I thought my head was going to explode.
What the hel*l did I sign up for?
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