When I look up, he has the dry-erase board again, and he’s writing furiously.
My heart pounds as he holds it up, fully expecting him to give me a reason that we can never meet in person.
My in-person contracts are much more detailed. If/when we reach that point, I’ll have you sign my regular contract.
Relief washes over me. “Okay,” I breathe out.
“Do you want to meet in person?”he asks.
I nod.
“Words, Layla.”
Something hot slithers through me at his command.Do I like this? I think I do.
“Yes. Eventually.”
He sits back and crosses his arms, watching me for a few seconds. My cheeks grow hot as he takes a deep breath. It’s as if he’s trying to cool himself off, too.
Is it possible that he’s just as aroused by all of this as I am?
He uncrosses his arms. “I’d like you to do some research today.”
I nod eagerly. “Sure. What kind of research?”
He signs again, and my brows knit in confusion because I don’t know the word. He starts signing the letters.
S
A
D
I
S
T
I suck in a sharp breath, staring at Starboy as I squirm in my seat.
“Sadist?” I ask.
He nods, and then he grabs the board again.
I am what you’d call a sadistic Dom. I derive pleasure from inflicting pain, suffering, and humiliation. This usually pairs well with someone who’s interested in your kinks, like degradation, but I want you to know exactly what you’re getting yourself into with me. Is that clear?
I take a deep breath. “I think so. But I can let you know for sure later tonight after more research, Master. I’m ready to learn.”
A shock wave goes through Starboy’s body, and I swear he’s smiling as he writes something else on the board.
You’re going to wish you didn’t just say that, Little Dancer.
I smirk. “Doubtful.”
“I’m not a good person. If you’re looking for a pleasure Dom or a soft Dom, you’ll need to look elsewhere.”
I tilt my head and smile. “Sounds like you’re trying to scare me off.”