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"And what would more entail?" She sounded breathless even to her own ears. "Would you harm me? Would I have to beg for things? What if I decided I don't like more?"
Evan pulled back. "I could ease you into most of it. There would be a contract involved. You could come up with a safe word, which is a word you'd use if something was wrong, if you were hurting, or any such variant. It would alert me that everything needed to stop and we would address it. I would caution not to use the safe word for minor things. You would submit to me, but it would be a give and take between us. You aren't sure what you need, but I'd wager you wish for someone to take your control away. Perhaps push some of those boundaries of yours."
Catherine took a deep breath. She understood most of what he said, had heard bits and comments from others about these kinds of engagements. She hadn't expected a contract. "What kind of contract?"
Evan smiled. "You would sign a contract that says you agree to be mine for however long we agree. It's like making a deal. A safety thing for both of our protection."
"I don't know if I want to sign something that says I'm yours."
"But I think you might." Evan pulled her into him. The heat of his body invading hers. Her breath hitched with the contact and her clit throbbed.
"Maybe you could give me a taste before I signed. Show me what was expected and then I can make my decision."
Amusement flickered in his eyes. "Walk over to the window looking down at all the people and put both hands on the glass."
She cocked her head, curious, but obliged. What could it hurt? She'd asked for it. She did as he told her. The window felt cool to her sweating palms. She could hear him walking up behind her.
"No matter what happens––don't move your hands. There will be consequences."
"What kind of consequences?"
"For now, it will be a little taste. I promise to keep it simple. I won't hurt you or try to displease you in any way." His hand slid up the back of her shirt and goosebumps followed his lead.
She was both disgusted with herself for wanting a stranger and so excited her panties were completely soaked. The danger involved in this kind of encounter seemed to fuel her inner flames. "I don't normally do this." The words flew out of her mouth before she could capture them.
"Normal is boring."
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