Teach me, Mr Blackwood
I asked, like I wasn’t seeing the details written boldly on it.
His eyes held mine as he spoke.
“It’s an agreement.” He said plainly, because truly I could see exactly what it was.
My fingers tightened slightly on the paper and I looked back down at it.
My eyes scanned through the paper, my breath catching as I read the words.
Terms.
Conditions.
Boundaries.
Consent.
Safe words.
Expectations.
Rules.
It wasn’t vague, no Damien wasn’t trying to hide this, or what he wanted.
It was a BDSM contract. A sub-Dom relationship.