Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy
"You do not touch me unless I permit you. You do not come unless I give you permission. You speak only when spoken to, unless you are using your safeword. Is that understood?"
My heart was hammering, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. This was it. The line was being drawn. "Yes," I breathed.
"Yes, what?" he prompted, his thumb stroking the pulse point on my wrist.
"Yes… Sir." The word felt foreign but right.
"Good." He released my wrist. "Rule two. We need a safeword. Something you won't forget. Something that will stop everything, instantly, no questions asked."
"Bunny," I said, the word popping into my head unbidden. It was ridiculous, soft, and completely out of place here. Perfect.