Page 75 of Body and Soul

I dragged myself out of bed with a sigh, my morning wood bobbing between my legs as I stood. That's when I noticed a handwritten note on the nightstand. I picked it up and read:

Eli,

Get dressed and come down for breakfast.

We have much to discuss.

-S

Even seeing his initial at the bottom sent a little thrill through me. I was so fucking whipped already.

I threw on some sweats commando style, letting my hard cock tent obscenely against the soft fabric. Might as well give Shepherd a show.

Padding downstairs, the rich aroma of dark roast coffee and sizzling bacon hit my nose. My stomach rumbled eagerly in response. Shepherd stood at the stove in his pajamas, looking unfairly sexy and put together.

“Morning, Sir,” I said, voice still gravelly with sleep. “Sleep well?”

Shepherd glanced over, dark eyes dragging over my body in a way that made me want to preen and show off. His gaze lingered on my straining erection for a long, heated moment before flicking back up to my face.

“Quite well, thank you,” he replied smoothly, plating two pieces of French Toast. “And you? How are you feeling?”

“I slept great, actually,” I replied, watching hungrily as Shepherd plated our breakfast. Damn, it looked amazing. My stomach growled loudly.

Shepherd's lips quirked. He carried our plates to the table and set them down before taking a seat himself. “Come sit, let's eat while it's hot.”

I plopped down across from him, not bothering to hide my raging boner. “I’m going to get spoiled on your cooking, Sir.”

“Perhaps,” Shepherd allowed, picking up his fork. “But you'll be earning it today, I assure you.”

A shiver rolled through me at that dark promise in his deep voice. Fuck.

Shepherd sipped his coffee, studying me over the rim with those intense, perceptive eyes. “Eli, before we begin, let’s revisit and amend our contract. We need to discuss adding sexual activity to our dynamic if you want to continue.”

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching eagerly at Shepherd's words. Sexual activity with him... God, yes, I wanted that. Craved it with every fiber of my being. “Yes, Sir, I want to continue,” I said quickly, my voice breathier than intended.

Shepherd nodded, looking pleased. He took another sip of coffee. “Very well. Let's discuss the specifics, then, shall we?”

He pulled a folder from the counter and opened it, revealing an amended version of the contract we’d signed. My heart raced as I leaned forward to read it.

“Let’s start with the basics,” he said. “Considering our previous encounter, can I assume oral sex is a yes?”

I nodded. “Yes, Sir. And…what we did after.”

“I’ve added cock warming as a preference,” he announced. “To be done at my discretion. Now, anal sex?”

“Receiving but not giving,” I said quickly and then suddenly felt sick. “I…um… I can’t do it the other way. It…It’s too much like…”

Shepherd's eyes softened. He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “Topping is a hard limit, then. I'll add it to the contract now.” He jotted it down on the paper beforeglancing back up at me. “While we're on the subject, are there any other hard limits you want to share? Anything that's completely off the table for you?”

I chewed my lip, considering it. My past sexual experiences had been limited and fucked up, so I wasn't sure what my hard limits were. A few things came to mind immediately.

“The same as before, I think, but..” I paused. “I, um… I don’t like to be called names or insulted either. I’d rather be praised like you do for me, Sir.”

“Your limits are similar to mine,” he said with a nod. “But I’ll also add that I don’t do religious or underage roleplay, and pet play is a hard no for me.”

I nodded. “I have no problems with any of that.”

“What about sharing and public sex?” Shepherd asked.

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