"I would expect an answer by tonight."
"I didn't know I had a deadline." My stomach quivering, his voice held a razor sharp cutting edge, one that demanded submission, obedience.
"Yes you do. Now Eat." loosening his hold. Taking up his plate, he placed a spoon full of the food in his perfect mouth.
We ate in silence, an eerie of stillness settled around him and I frowned at not been able to know what he is thinking. Time seemed to be on a standstill before he spoke again.
"Your safe word is turtle dove, please write it down so you won't forget." resting the remainder of his untouched food on the coffee table.
"If I use my safe word, turtle dove would that mean everything is off."
He nodded "No, it means I must slow down, stop what I am doing, try something different." brushing his finger over my shoulder, into the hollow just below the bone.
Oh
His fingers moved over the upper curve of my breast, awakening all my senses through the fabric.
"I have certain expectations of my submissive. Hours of sleep, diet, dress code, birth control methods, personal hygiene."
I didn't say anything, I couldn't say anything. I could feel my color deepening as he studied me. Why just last week I had considered myself a free agent and now I was listening to this stranger's expectations of me, his future sub.