Page 219 of Papa's Bébé
“Yes, from things like animal rescues, jumping from planes, speeding, wearing a seatbelt, following the law, crossing the road?—”
“Crossing the road!” she yelped.
“Yes, crossing the road. You need to do it safely. No ducking out in front of cars.”
Like that was something she did often.
Sheesh.
These rules were going to take some getting used to.
“Is there a grace period?” she asked.
“Grace period?” he repeated.
“Like a certain amount of time that I get so I can get used to these rules. Like a month where I don’t get punished if I break any.”
“No grace period.”
“None at all? How about a week?” she suggested.
“We’re not negotiating.”
“Okay, three days,” she said.
“Maya,” he warned.
“One day? Today?”
“Rules are in place starting now.”
Rats.
She was pretty certain that her future was going to involve not sitting comfortably.
“Anything more you can think of to add to the list?” he asked.
“Do you mean more limits?”
“Hmm, or your rules?”
“Uh, I’m not going to give myself rules!” she exclaimed.
“Well, it’s not a closed list so it can be added to. Same with your limits or your desires.”
Right.
Her heart raced as she thought of other things she’d read about that she might want to try.
“I want to try bondage!” she blurted out.
“We can do that. I don’t have anything with me, but I have a feeling that there will be some things in the cabin we can use,” he replied mildly.
“Do you . . . what about you? What do you want? What are your limits?”
“Degradation and humiliation would be limits for me as well and I’m not into blood. I most definitely like the idea of being able to take you when and where I like, but that won’t happen straight away. Not until there’s full trust between us and I know you will be ready for me. Also, once I’m sure that you’ll use your safeword when you need to.”
Oh.
