Page 41 of Blake

Last night, he’d been mad as hell that she’d left the safehouse without his permission. But more than anything, he’d been so fuckingscared. If their relationship had been solidified, if they’d signed a contract, he could have disciplined her for her behavior. But now he had no idea whether she even wanted him in that way, and he felt powerless.

He got up and put on some coffee, and noticed that the contract was lying on the kitchen counter, in a different place to where he’d left it last night. Savannah’s bubbly writing was all over it in colorful pencil crayon.

She’d filled it out!

He sat at the counter, scanning over the things she had written.

I want freedom and independence and a daily candy bar.

I want to be in control sometimes even though I’m a submissive.

I want to be spanked when I’m naughty, but I always, always want to have sex at the end of the punishment.

I want at last three orgasms a day.

Blake smiled at Savannah’s list of demands. She’d drawn bunny rabbits and smiley faces and hearts all over the paper, and he loved how much her personality shone through on every page. He never, ever, wanted to squash that part of her. In fact, he wanted her to help it flourish.

He read the rest of her comments on the contract, including her hard limits. He was pleasantly surprised to see how into butt stuff she was, and how large her appetite for sex was. Blake had always had a voracious sexual appetite, and with Savannah, it felt like he’d finally met his match. In fact, she seemed even more desperate for it thanhewas.

She made it clear that she didn’t want anything sexual to happen when she was tucked up in bed at night, as she needed that to feel like her “innocent time.” Blake was proud of her for being so direct about it. Most of all, he felt excited, though. Savannah seemed every bit the hungry, horny, sweet thing he’d hoped she was.

He finished making the coffee, and—feeling generous—he took a candy bar out of the supplies cupboard and took it over to Savannah.

"Morning, Savvy," he murmured, gently placing a palm on her shoulder.

Her green eyes fluttered open and she yawned. “Is it morning already?”

He chuckled, handing her a steaming cup of coffee and candy bar.

The surprise in her expression quickly turned into delight. “A Butterfinger! That’s my favorite candy bar!”

Blake smiled, a warmth running through him. “Oh yeah. What do you love about Butterfingers, little one?”

She frowned, as though trying to remember something. “I don’t know really. I think someone kind gave me one once and I kinda got hooked. I wasn’t allowed candy in most of my foster homes, but sometimes I managed to save up and buy these in secret.”

Blake smiled. “Well, lucky for you, they’remyfavorite candy bar too. And I keep a whole bunch of them in the cupboard here.” He paused, then pointed to the contract over on the counter. “Not sure I’ll be letting you have one every day though, babygirl.”

She giggled. “You found my list of demands, then?”

“I did,” he said with a grin. “And I’m so happy you decided to fill out the contract. Thank you for reading it, darling. And for being so honest in your answers.”

She smiled. “Well, I figure it wouldn’t hurt to read it. And once I started, I realized that as long as I got my own wishes across, it didn’t actually seem as scary as I was imagining. In fact, I’m rather excited by it.”

“How about we take our coffees over to the counter and talk through what you’ve put on there? I’d like to add a few things of my own, too.”

“Okay,” said Savannah. “Sounds good.”

When they sat down at the counter, Savannah said, “I really am sorry about last night, by the way. I guess I’m struggling to find the right balance between my old self and my new self.”

Blake nodded, reaching for her hand. “I totally get that. And believe me when I say my job as your Daddy Dom isn’t to separate the two. It’s to embrace all the different parts of you,Savannah. Each and every quirk. I don’t want to change you. I want to make you feel as good as you can possibly feel.”

She smiled. “So, three orgasms a day is a reasonable request then?”

He chuckled. “If you behave yourself, babygirl, you may even get a few bonus ones.”

“Ooh,” she said. “How about one now before we get started?”

“Nice try,” Blake replied, running his eyes over her cute little onesie. “But we have a contract to discuss first. And there’s no way I’m letting anything sexual happen between us again before we’ve signed on the dotted line.”

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