Page 50 of Prey Tell
I shrug. “What about rooster?”
Setting my limits down, he glares at me. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or if you’re being snarky. If it’s the latter, you should know now that I don’t tolerate brats.”
Something white-hot coils in the pit of my stomach at his disciplinarian tone.
“The traffic light system works for me,” I acquiesce.
He nods. “I’ll use the same one for myself. For non-verbal, I suggest you think of something you can do with your hands tied up and your mouth otherwise occupied.”
I lean back and try to cool my overheated body. Why am I having this reaction? Is it because he’s being all domineering? Is it because I’m thinking about doing all of this with him? Or am Ithatorgasm-deprived that a silly list is making me hot? Luckily, I already have an answer for him, thanks to my research.
“Humming the theme song from Wolverine?” I suggest.
His gaze cuts to mine, and a million butterflies begin to dance inside of me at his penetrating look.
“Okay,” he says, writing it down on the page of my limits as his lips threaten to twitch into a smile. Then he pulls out another couple of papers. “I will utilize the safe word if I need to stop the scene for any reason—including your safety or mine. I know you’ve done your research, but please understand that you shouldn’t hesitate to use the verbal or non-verbal safe word.Ever.It’s there to keep us both safe.” His low voice rumbles out and reverberates through my body.
“Got it.”
Continuing, his eyes look down at the other piece of paper. “This is my contract. It includes an NDA and my requirements. Once you fill this out and sign it, we’ll be ready to begin.” He slides the papers over, and I glance down at the top of the contract.
Chase Charles Ravage and (submissive’s name) agree to the following, effective from (date) to (date), at which time this contract will end or be renegotiated. Any participant may also choose to end this contract before that time, for any reason…
I fill it out slowly. It’s extensive, going into my medical history as well as my mental health history. I list out my safe words as well as my hard limits. It also asks for my birth control method, and I write down that I have an IUD. It asks for equipment, and I hesitate.Was I supposed to bring equipment?
“Umm,” I mumble, and Chase glances down at the words my pen is hovering over.
“I have everything we’ll need,” he says coolly, looking away.
I amsotempted to ask, but I decide it’s a question for another day.
There’s a section for my behaviors and responsibilities, and I slide it over to Chase. He fills it out, speaking as he writes. Something about him filling out this section for me makes my skin tingle.
“Mealtimes will be discussed every morning. I generally expect my submissives to eat with me to ensure they’re well nourished. You can wear whatever makes you comfortable. If that changes, or I’d like you to wear something specific, I’ll discuss it with you ahead of time. Appearance and grooming are fine,” he mumbles. “I have had a recent negative test, and assume you get regular checks as well?”
I nod, but then remember he needs to hear me agree to all of this verbally. “Yes.”
“Good. I prefer to go bare.”
My chest flushes at his words.Bare.Before I can ruminate on why his words are causing me to feel like I have a high fever, he continues. Looking up at me, his eyes darken slightly as he speaks his next sentence.
“Though I normally encourage masturbation, for this weekend, I’d like for you to abstain.”
What?
My cheeks flame. “Okay.”
“As for public conduct, I will introduce you as my submissive to those here for the weekend, unless you prefer I introduce you as Juliet.” I nod, and he continues. “You will call me sir during a scene, but all other times, Chase is fine. Like I said, I normally don’t play at the castle, but since you are here and willing to learn, I think it would be best to start slow. Since we are discussing the event and only the event—which is a primal play event—we need to come up with a signal that starts the scene.”
I look down at the table. I wish I’d done some research, maybe asked Miles what this was all about, because aside from what Chase told me two weeks ago, and my own research, I am wholly unprepared.
“It depends where we are, I suppose,” I say, shrugging. Hopefully my answer will be vague enough for him to understand that I have no fucking clue what I’m doing.
“An indicator I’ve used in the past is rolling my shirt sleeves up. So, if we’re out there and I roll them up, what does that mean for you, Parker?”
I swallow thickly.Think, Juliet. You’re a smart girl.
You need someone you trust, because it will be akin to running from an actual predator. Except youwantto be caught.
