Page 50 of Compulsion

Is he...jealous?

My chest heats with feminine gratification, and my nerves finally start to settle. Dane truly does want me as fiercely as I want him. The dangerous flash over his verdant eyes is pure possessiveness, and my core pulses in response.

“No,” I reply. “But I’ve read about it.”

The tension eases from his powerful frame, and he traces my cheekbone. I lean into his touch, proving my trust in him with my body language. He needs reassurance, too, no matter how strong he is. He’s making himself vulnerable, and I’m drawn to support him.

“You’re safe with me too,” I promise. “You can be yourself with me.”

He features sharpen with unmistakable hunger, and for a moment, I think he’s going to crush his lips to mine in a savage kiss.

Instead, his hand drops from my face so that he can retrieve the leather folder from the coffee table. Cold air rushes over my heated cheek, and I quickly breathe through the knifing sense of loss at his withdrawal.

“I’m not going to change my mind,” I reassure him. “I won’t tell anyone your secrets.”

“Yes, you signed the NDA, even if you didn’t bother to read the ramifications.” He shoots me a wicked smirk that makes my heart skip a beat. “You’re mine now.”

He flips the page over and sets the open folder on my lap.

“I have a different contract for you now, pet.”

Desire shudders down my spine, quivering all the way to my core.

I think I’d like to have you as my needy pet.GentAnon’s dirty message plays through my mind, but I quickly dismiss it. This isDane.He’s real and warm and solid, not an anonymous, faceless man on the internet.

“Is that a Yorkshire endearment? It’s sweet.” I can’t keep the breathiness from my voice when I try for an offhand tone.

His low chuckle rumbles deep inside me. “You can’t hide from me, Abigail. You’re pressing your soft thighs together to suppress your lust. I see you. I see everything. You want to be my pretty pet.” He taps the folder, an authoritative gesture that has me complying without thinking. “Read it.”

Unlike the NDA, this contract has been written in slanted cursive rather than neatly typed. I know it’s Dane’s handwriting without having to ask. It’s every bit as elegant as he is. The bold strokes of black ink indicate a fountain pen, and I can easily picture his long fingers deftly holding it as he wrote this illicit contract.

By signing below, my pet, Abigail Foster, gives herself to me, Dane Graham. She will abide by my rules and obey my commands. She will at all times endeavor to please me. Nothing is more important to her than my pleasure.

In return, my pet will be rewarded. When I am satisfied with her behavior, she will be allowed to come. When she disappoints me, she will be punished with a variety of implements of my choosing. She will submit to her punishments and will thank me for correcting her.

Sometimes, she will suffer because I will it, and for no other reason. She will find ecstasy in enduring this suffering and surrendering to my control.

In the unlikely instance that I ask too much of my pet, a safe word will be honored. “Red” will end our games, and I will ensure that she feels safe and comforted.

At all times, my pet will be cherished and cared for. She trusts in me to take responsibility for her. When it comes my decisions regarding her wellbeing, defiance will not be tolerated.

My pet is a valued individual, and she will speak her mind. She will deny me nothing, and that includes giving me full access to her thoughts and feelings. Dishonesty will be met with swift retribution.

With her signature, my pet gives herself to me, her Master.

I stare at the elegant script, struggling to process that this is reality. My body trembles with lust, and my sex is slick with desire. I can feel my inner walls clenching, and my labia are almost painfully swollen.

The contract is concise but powerful. There isn’t an endless list of rules and expectations. Dane’s willisthe expectation. He’ll issue commands, and I will obey, no matter what he decides to ask of me.

Except for the clause that allows me to withdraw consent at any time. My safe word will make everything stop.

My mind spins at the deviant possibilities. I’ve never imagined having a safe outlet for my dark desires, but Dane is offering me exactly that: erotic abandon, but with a promise of security.

I read over the final paragraphs again.

He wants me to give myself to him, not as a mindless plaything, but asme.

He’d said that he wants all of me, and this contract proves it.

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