They went through the contract line by line.
It took over an hour. Every clause, every subsection, every carefully worded paragraph that defined what he could do to her and what she could refuse. He explained each one in detail, his voice calm and professional, like they were negotiating a business merger instead of the terms under which she would give him her body, her trust, her submission.
But this wasn’t business. The tension in the room crackled with something far more intimate than any corporate deal.
Hard limits first. The things that would never happen, no matter what.
“These are absolute,” he said. “Non-negotiable. If either of us violates a hard limit, the contract is void immediately. No second chances.”
She nodded, reading through the list. No permanent marks or scarring.
