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“About what?” My throat constricts.

Gripping my chin when I attempt to hide from him, he gives me a light kiss to help settle my nerves. “Us. Me. What I expect from you.” I’ve never been good at meeting anyone’s expectations. “I was going to go slow. Acclimate you to my desires, but now that I know how eager your body is to please me, that’s not happening.”

“It’s not?” I’m held captive by the dark intensity in his eyes. They’re telling me something I don’t understand. Yet.

“No. I realize now that I have to be all in, or there’s no point in beginning.” Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I remain silent, waiting for him to continue. “You living here isn’t working for me.” My chest tightens. “You’ll be packing what you need and moving in with me. Immediately.”

“I will?”

He places a finger over my lips to silence me.

“Just listen.” I nod and bite my tongue. “I’ll have movers come and get the rest of the things you’d like to keep.” His eyes roam my body, and I feel him growing hard under my ass. “I have a certain need for control in my life. I’m sure a shrink would have a field day over where that need comes from, but I don’t care. What I need for you to understand and accept is that the only thing you ever need to concern yourself with is my pleasure. I’ll choose your clothes every day, decide where you go, or who you associate with. I will make every important decision with your safety and well-being in mind.”

“You want to control me?”

“I want to dominate you, kitten.” A hand skims between my legs and probes my virgin hole, pushing in and out gently. “I want you the happiest you can be and for you to never worry about anything ever again.” He nips my ear, breathing heavily against my skin. “I want you to do the things you love while remaining under my care. I want you to come work in my office with me. I want to take you shopping for a totally new wardrobe. And for the love of god, I want to get you pregnant as often as I can.”

Spreading my legs, my body begins to buzz from the high of his touch. I barely have the forethought to ask, “I’ll never get to decide anything?”

“We can have discussions when it’s something you feel you must decide, but my word is law.”

Why does that give me such a rush?

“Just so I have this straight…you’ll decide what I wear, where I’ll go, who I’ll associate with?” He gives a clipped nod. “What about what I eat? When I shower? Can I still garden? If I gain weight, will you put me on a diet and vice versa? What about if you want me to do something, go somewhere, or wear something, and I’m not comfortable with it or just don’t want to, are you going to force me to?”

A lazy smile spreads across his face with each inquiry. “I’m so glad you’re asking questions.” He pecks a kiss on my cheek. “You will still have full autonomy of your body. I will never dictate what you eat or your showering habits. If you gain weight and you're happy, then I’m happy. Same if you lose it.”

Relief normalizes my pulse again. “What about the rest?”

“As to that, I think that’s one of those things we discuss first. Get on the same page about. Just because I crave full control doesn’t mean I don’t care about your thoughts, opinions, or desires. You are my one and only priority. Your comfort, safety, and happiness are what will give me life.”

I should be terrified and running for the nearest bus back to South Carolina.

“When will things not be open for discussion?” It sounds like he wants to make all my decisions, but if I object to something, it’s not the end of the world, either.

“When it will put you in a dangerous situation. When it will affect your happiness. I’m not unreasonable, Gabs. Every choice I make will be with what you would want in mind. I just get the pleasure of taking the pressure off you.”

“That doesn’t sound so terrible.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

My flesh quivers for more when he strokes his fingers across my naked thigh.

“Will I be allowed to engage in…you know…if you don’t?” I’m trying to get over my shyness, but I’ve never openly discussed sex before.

“You mean, can you initiate sex first?” My head bobs up and down. “Always.”

A thought strikes, and I’m nearly afraid to ask, but I push forward. “What if I don’t want to and you do?”

He sighs heavily, the thought obviously bothering him, and I nearly apologize before his touch softens, and he gives me a kiss so gentle that tears spring to my eyes.

“Kitten, never in any lifetime would I be the one to take something from you that you don’t want to give me freely. I don’t care if we’ve been having sex every night for a year, and one night you decide you don’t want to. No is always no, and I’ll never break your trust. Tell me you understand.”

“I do, Daddy.” Drawing circles on his chest, I have more questions. “What if we’re…exploring fantasies, and lack of consent is involved?”

“Safe words. In general, we’ll both have safe words to use at any time or place. Okay?”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hug him and whisper in his ear, “Thank you, Daddy,” before he carries me upstairs to pack what I need for the move.

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