Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
The enormity of what they were about to embark upon was too much to handle at that moment. She focused instead on details. “Outside contact,” she said. “Specifically, the use of my cell phone. Is that permitted, Sir?”
Master Damon shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You’re free to check your phone for messages and email during down time, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your duties as my slave.” He paused a beat and then added, “Speaking of which, let’s exchange contact information now, while I’m thinking about it. There might be times over the course of our week together that we’ll be apart.”
“Shall I get my phone, Sir? It’s in my duffel bag.”
“Do that.”
Rising from the sofa, she went over to where Master Damon had dropped their bags. Unzipping the side pocket of her duffel, she pulled out her phone. When she returned to him, they touched their phones together and accepted each other’s contact information.
Once that was done and she had returned her cell to her bag, Master Damon asked, “Anything else you want to go over in the actual contract?”
There were probably things she should review and clarify but her brain was refusing to cooperate. “No, Sir.”
Master Damon nodded. “Okay. Good.” He regarded her with those cool sea-green eyes, his dark brows furrowing. “Just to be absolutely clear. I know one of the purposes of this whole auction thing is to help like-minded Doms and subs connect. Given that we have differing long-term goals, I’m still not entirely sure why The Enclave Doms decided to put us together.”
He held up a hand as if to forestall any protest.
“Don’t get me wrong—I’m fine with the arrangement. But I want you to understand that, as far as I’m concerned you still have a choice. If you want out, I get it. I’ll give you a ride wherever you want to go.”
Ellen stared at him, shocked and even a little insulted that he seemed so ready to let her go. Perversely, his apparent willingness to let her off the hook only made her more determined to stay. No matter what happened, or didn’t happen, this was a great opportunity to experience full-on, immersive erotic slavery. She didn’t need to focus on the long term. Better to stay in the moment.
“No,” she said emphatically. “No, Sir. I don’t want out.”
“Good.” He flashed a brief smile. “Neither do I.” He twisted toward her. “Face me,” he commanded.
As Ellen shifted toward him, Master Damon reached out and placed his large hand around her throat as he’d done the night before. The barbed-wire tattoo around his bicep rippled as he gripped her. He didn’t squeeze, but his hold was absolute.
Heat sluiced through her body, her nipples tingling, her heart hammering. She forgot to breathe as she stared into his eyes, unable to look away.
His voice deepened. “Just so we’re crystal clear—you’re mine for the next seven days. No hard limits, no exit door. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she managed, barely able to hear her own voice over the roar of her blood in her ears. “I understand.”
“Good.” Abruptly, he let her go.
Ellen gasped in a breath of air, her hand fluttering to her throat. Her nipples were throbbing, her clit pulsing.
Master Damon tilted his head, an amused, knowing smile lifting one side of his mouth as he watched her struggle to regain her composure.
“We’re agreed, then. A few clarifications. First, I don’t care if you call me Master Damon or Sir or just plain old Damon. That’s up to you. Second, you don’t have to wait for permission to speak. If you have something to say, just say it.”
Ellen frowned as she took this in. The Enclave Masters were big on protocol. She would never have dreamed of calling any of them by their first names without the honorific, nor could she imagine just blurting out whatever came into her head.
He’s not an Enclave Master, she reminded herself. He’s his own man.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Once you sign, I will take total control of your body. That means you don’t use the toilet without permission, don’t eat or drink without permission, never, ever masturbate unless expressly ordered to do so for my amusement. I’ll decide when and how you bathe and groom yourself. The only caveat is that you may use the bathroom without my permission if I’m asleep. Ditto getting a drink of water in the middle of the night, or a cup of coffee in the morning.”
“I understand, Sir.” She was pleased with his sensible caveat. A good Dom never made rules that might go against a slave’s basic needs. And coffee was definitely a basic need in Ellen’s book.
“Good. Obviously,” he continued, “you will be expected to serve me sexually in whatever way I wish, and without hesitation. Every orifice belongs to me. While I have no problem if you derive pleasure from what I do to you, you are not allowed to come unless I say so. We clear so far?”