Page 47 of Dr. Bad Boy

Yes, we need a contract, and it needs to cover biting.

I want her to have a chain of my marks leading straight to her pussy.

“I don’t want to be…” Her eyes search the room, looking everywhere but at me as she chooses her words carefully. “Kept, I guess. Compensated in any way.”

“No.” I frown. I thought we’d cleared that up yesterday. “That’s not what I want either.”

“Maybe spell it out for me.” She laughs nervously. “I’ve never done this before. The formal D/s thing, beyond just trying it out in a club.”

I’m surprised. “You’re a natural, then.”

“I’ve read a lot. It’s been a fantasy for…” She frowns. “A while. Longer than I could explore it, anyway. So I’m totally game, but…the reality is a bit different, isn’t it?”

That I’m her first Dom makes me pleased as fuck. That she’s nervous about it, though…that’s a problem.

I need to level the playing field a bit. “I’ve never contractually committed to a D/s relationship, either.”

Her lips curl into a small smile. “And you managed to say the word relationship without tripping on it.”

“I practiced all morning,” I say with a straight face. She jerks her attention to me, shock bright in her beautiful eyes. I can’t hold it, and I let a smirk slide through.

“Jerk,” she mutters, but her shoulders relax and she slides away from me, setting the dish on the table. “Okay. Lawyer me cautions you again that this is not worth the paper it’s written on, but…” She grabs a notepad from a drawer in her coffee table and tucks a falling lock of hair behind her ear.

Studious Violet turns me on.

Yes. Take notes, kitten.

“Would you like me to refer to you as Max?” she asks after scribbling a few words at the top of the page.

I crane my neck to see.

Totally Non-Binding D/s Agreement

“I object to the totally non-binding title,” I say. “You can say legally non-binding, but I want this to mean something. Emotionally.”

Another word I manage not to trip over.

Her cheeks turn pink. “Right. Sorry.”

“Maybe we could skip right to the punishment section of the agreement.”

“Maybe.” Her pen doesn’t move down the page. “So you’re Max?”

“I am.” My lips twitch. This is fun.

She sighs in exasperation. “I mean in a scene. Do you have a Dom name?”

I’ve tried them all. I don’t have a strong preference in general, and I can’t imagine any of them rolling off Violet’s tongue. “Max works.”

“Not Dr. Donovan?” she teases, but the way she saysdoctortugs at me. Interesting.

“I don’t do medical scenes,” I say gently.

“Oh!” Her eyes go wide. “That wasn’t what I meant. Just…it’s a title. Doctor.”

Yes, I like that. Maybe too much. “Let’s go with Max and Violet for the contract, but if you want to call me Doctor mid-scene, that would be fine.”

“It’s kind of sexy.”

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