Rule 10:The sub will agree to birth control and the method determined by the Dom.
Guess he madegood on that. Check that off the list.
Rule 11:Condoms will not be utilized. See Appendix A for a comprehensive report on the Dom's medical records. The sub will provide her updated records, or the Dom will order the proper testing. The sub will not engage in any play with anyone besides the Dom unless the Dom determines it's in her best interest. At any time, the Dom can allow an audience.
My stomach dives.Would Riggs make me have sex with someone else? And what does "in her best interest mean"? How can it be in my best interest to have sexual relations with someone else? And why does it only talk about me? What about him not being with anyone else?
And what does "allow an audience" mean? Is Riggs into letting others watch him have sex?
I write all of it down, flip through the contract to Appendix A, and review the extensive STD lab work. According to the reports, Riggs is clean as a whistle, and it's only a week old. I won't have any issues passing the same tests, and it makes me more comfortable to know Riggs doesn't have anything I could get. I've always been a stickler for condoms after my friend in high school contracted a few STDs. They were curable, but it was horrible for her.
I return to the contract.
Rule 12:The Dom will provide for all basic needs of the sub. This includes, but is not limited to, shelter, food, clothing, transportation, etc.
Rule 13: The sub will not abuse substances in any way. This includes alcohol as well as street and prescription drugs.
Rule 14: This contract will not be broken unless the Dom finds the sub unsatisfactory for his sexual needs. If the Dom wishes to break the contract, he will provide shelter at his chosen place for the remainder of the contract.
My heart pounds harder.
Unsatisfactory for his sexual needs.
A new fear of rejection takes hold of me.
What if I'm not good enough?
I read the rest of the contract, which is a lot of legal mumbo jumbo. My stomach growls, and I realize I haven't eaten since lunch the previous day. I go into the kitchen and make a turkey sandwich, eat half of it, and stare at my list of questions.
For several hours, I reread the contract, adding to my list as new concerns pop up. The legal jargon makes my head spin, but there are a few things I'm not sure what they mean, so I write those down as well.
It's late afternoon when I finally push the contract away and forbid myself to read it anymore. My stomach is a frenzied mix of anxiety and anticipation. I've never been so unsure of what I'm getting myself into.
The rational part of me tells me to run. Yet deep down, I already know that however Riggs answers my questions, there's no way I won't agree to what we already signed.
I tell myself it's for his protection from my father, but it's another lie.
I've wanted Riggs since before I was eighteen. That year, I saw the flames burning in his eyes when he looked at me. It was as if he finally saw me as more than a kid.
Everything about that moment is etched on my mind, just like our encounter on my twenty-first birthday. I've never forgotten how it felt when he pinned his seductive gaze on me or tugged my hair, cornering me against the wall.
Back then, my father stood in our way. Now, it's like the universe wants us together. And I'm not looking to tempt fate. There's no other person in the world I would do this with and feel safe. If anyone else had bid on me in that auction, I would have left last night. So whatever this is between us must be something meant to be, even if only for a year.
Besides, it's Riggs. What's the worst that could happen?
8
Riggs
As soon as I pull out of the driveway, I call my personal shopper, Isabella. She handles all the wardrobes for my subs.
She chirps, "Riggs, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Isabella, I need a full wardrobe," I state.
She softly laughs. "Right to the point. Can always count on you for that. What size is your girl?"
"Her shoe size is seven and a half. Clothes are a six, maybe an eight. I don't know. Get me an assortment," I demand, not sure what size Blakely is, but pretty sure she's a six or an eight.