All Yours
Skyehis sweetheart strides backthe scent that made him mineinstant attractionhe hit me and it felt like a kiss
On the back, typed in clean font:
You belong to me completely for one year.
You will obey without hesitation.
You will not touch yourself without permission.
You will address me as Sir.
You will not lie to me. Ever.
Pleasure is mine to give or withhold.
Pain is mine to give or withhold.
Your body is mine. Your mind is mine. Your orgasms are mine.
She read it twice.
Her knees weakened.
She sat on the edge of the bed, collar tight around her throat.
Outside, the city glittered—beautiful, indifferent.