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Then Sloan started listing off the activities the patrons could indulge in while here.
I glued myself to Cook, not liking Sloan Mercer in the slightest. Grease radiated on his skin, oozing from his pores. Another reminder of the times I’d spent at Enigma.
Cook hooked his arm around my shoulders and wove his fingers into my hair. I wanted to be in his lap, but that wouldn’t work so well while he stood.
“The free session includes us establishing boundaries for both parties.” Sloan licked his lips, and I shuddered.
I stood on my tiptoes and whispered to Cook. “Is his tongue...?”
Cook stiffened under me and gave a tiny nod. His arm tightened around my shoulders, reassuring me he would shield me with his body. While the unease was palpable in my stomach, the rest of it ebbed.
Cook had me. He would protect me.
“What kind of boundaries?” asked Cook.
When he spoke, his chest rumbled, and I vibrated along with him. That, in combination with all the other sights and sounds, made my pussy irrationally wet.
Did he know I was already dripping? I shouldn’t have worn this dress out today, but Cook said I was to look pretty for him. This was the prettiest thing Bou had brought, and the look that had crossed his face when he saw me said everything I needed to know. The style of it was rather frilly and short, but if Cook liked it, then I would love it for him.
I should have known he would like the frills, given his collection of ruffled aprons.
“It’s all part of the contract between a dominant and submissive,” explained Sloan with a flare of his fingers.
“Contract?” Cook asked, echoing my thoughts. “No one said shit about a contract.”
Sloan smiled, or at least that’s what I thought it was. “It’s more of an agreement between parties participating in a scene. We require it. It encourages communication and consent before you’re in the heatof the moment.”
He couldn’t be serious.
Thankfully, Cook asked, “Like we have to write down everything that’s allowed?”
The weaselly man grinned. “No. That would take away the surprise factor and some people get off on that alone. The contract contains what is off limits, more than what’s green-lighted. And of course, it forces the use of a safe word or, in the case one partner is gagged, a safe action. That can be something like a finger snap, Maddie.”
I hated how he said my name, but Cook had me. All this talk of being unable to speak made me rub my thighs together. I stopped myself just shy of rubbing against Cook. He could’ve had me at the house, on his motorcycle, behind a store, or anywhere, but he brought me here. Why was he parading me through a sex club?
“So we need to sign this thing now?” asked Cook. “Why didn’t you say something about this before?”
Before? Cook had come here before. What had he done when he came before? Who had he done?
A lump clotted the base of my throat. Did he take another partner here? Before me? Did he use his meaty hands to slap her ass? Or something more wicked? My pussy twitched, and I clamped my thighs together.
Quit being silly, Maddie,I scolded myself. Of course, he didn’t come here with someone else or he would’ve known about this contract thing.
Cook let out a soft growl, and I realized I had accidentally tightened my grip on him. The front of his jeans was already swelled. I just wanted to tell him that he didn’t have to bring me here for sex. But maybe it was about something else.
I tucked my chin into my chest.
“It’s really simple,” Sloan continued. He pulled out a clipboard with a paper attached and showed us. “You each list the things that are off limits. Cook, you in this column, and Maddie’s will go here.”
He dragged the butt end of a pen down the column with the titlesubmissive.
Cook took the clipboard from his hand.
“I’ll wait outside. Grab me when you’ve and both signed.” Sloan pivoted and walked away.
I turned my head and called out to Sloan’s back. “Do you have examples?”
His spine straightened and he turned his head, but not his body. “The list is probably longer than your imagination, but I have one sub who is particularly averse to rope for binding, for example.” He slipped through the door, leaving me alone with Cook.
