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sat across from him, knees bouncing under the table like a damn freshman on test day.
The folder sat between us like a bomb. And honestly? It kind of felt like one.
“Any questions before we begin?” he asked, voice calm, cool, and way too steady for someone about to walk me through my own spiritual death and rebirth
or whatever sacred ritual this was.
I cleared my throat. “Uh. Yeah. So–just to be clear–this contract isn’t like… legally binding, right? You’re not gonna, like, sue me if I accidentally call you Coach instead of, like, Master of the Universe or something?”
Aiden blinked once. “It is not legally binding, no. But if you break your word, there will be consequences. Starting right now.”
I coughed. “Fun consequences, or like… Catholic guilt and a hundred push–ups?”
He raised an eyebrow.
Oh, crap… “Sir. I meant to say, Sir.”
His expression didn’t change. “You’ll find out.”
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Gulp.
He opened the folder like it was sacred scripture. “Let’s begin.”
We started with soft and hard limits. Let it be known: I came prepared. I’d read that whole packet earlier. Twice.
Didn’t help.
“Golden showers?” I whispered. “That’s… like, pee, right?”
Aiden didn’t blink. “Yes.”
I cleared my throat. “Scat?”
“Hard limit for most. Feces play.”
“Jesus. A hard, neon–colored NO.” I blinked down at the paper. “What about figging? That sounds like a dessert.”
That earned the tiniest tilt of his head. “It involves inserting raw ginger. It burns.”
I winced. “That’s a no from me.”
He nodded, expression unreadable. “Then mark it as a hard limit.”
I paused, then frowned. “TPE?”
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Chapter 22
“Total Power Exchange. 24/7 ownership.”
“Oh.” My voice squeaked a little. “Like… all day?”
“All day,” he confirmed.
I nodded slowly. “Okay, yeah, cool, cool. Not today, Satan.”
Aiden cleared his throat. “Sir.”
I blinked. “What?”
He gave me a look that could melt glaciers. “When you speak to me–especially in a scene or discussion of rules–you will use ‘Sir. You agreed to that, and this is the second time I’ve reminded you.”
Shit. “Right. Sorry–Sir.”
He inclined his head. “Continue.”
I turned back to the sheet like it was going to bite me. “What’s pet play?”
“You roleplay as an animal. Common forms include puppies or kittens.”
“Like… tail and everything?”
“Yes.”
I rubbed my temples. “Is there a glossary? Or like… a decoder ring?”
He didn’t smile, but something in his eyes said he almost wanted to. “Most of these,” he said, tapping the page, “are extremes. Many won’t apply to you. But it’s important to learn the language and make informed choices.”
Right. Informed. Sure.
But he didn’t let me off the hook. “That said,” he continued, flipping to a summary sheet in the back, “we can simplify this part into broader categories for now. You’ll still need to review them later in detail, but I want to get a sense of your instincts.”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay.”
“First: Bondage. Ropes, cuffs, restraints.”
“Fine,” I said quickly. “As long as you’re not hanging me from the ceiling.”
“Noted,” he replied, unfazed. “Bodily fluids–urine, blood, spit, scat.”
“No,” I said, already gagging. “Sir. That’s a hard limit.”
“Understood. Humiliation?”
I hesitated. “Like… what kind?”
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“Verbal degradation. Name calling. Mockery. Public exposure.”
I shifted in my seat. “Soft limit. If you call me ‘slut,‘ I might punch you.”
Aiden made a small note, completely unfazed. “Duly noted. Impact and rough play? Spanking, slapping, floggers, hair pulling
“… Fine,” I mumbled. “As long as you don’t break bones or pull out teeth.”
“No bones or teeth. Non–impact play–feathers, ice, temperature, wax?”
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
“Non–monogamy?” His tone changed slightly–lower, firmer.
I shook my head. “I’m not into that.”
He met my eyes. “Neither am 1.”
I blinked. “Wait, really?”
“I don’t share,” he said flatly.
Okay then.
“Sexual activity?” he asked next. “Penetration? Oral? Mutual touch?”
I fidgeted, felt my face go red. “Not up my ass,” I muttered. “I’m still… you know.”
He raised a brow.
“Straight,” I added, avoiding his gaze.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
