Chapter 3
ELLA
“What things on this list would you actually do to me?”
He swallows hard, and I’m wet just from watching his Adam’s apple move. Why is that so hot? That was sexy, but his next words threaten to set me on fire.
“I like to leave a little mystery, but I want to restrain you, have you spread wide open while I devour your pussy. I will make you come many times, before I order you to get on your knees for me. And you will, because you want to be my good girl.”
His voice is deep, and hints at pure domination, which isn’t normally my thing, but I’ll admit I’m curious.
Tilting my head to the side, I ask, “And how would you know that?”
His lips lift into a grin as sinful as his last words.
“You haven’t hung up. Say yes, sweetheart. One night of me giving you more pleasure than you’ve ever imagined. You’ll be in control. Only things you consent to. And you’ll choose a safe word. If at any time you want me to stop, use your chosen safe word and I’ll stop immediately.”
My brain has officially checked out, and my hormones have taken over.
“Okay ‘L’. I may have lost my mind, but I accept your invitation.”
He chuckles softly, and flashes me a look that reads like a warning.
“Oh sweetheart, you will. Be sure you call my courier to pick up your limits list, and your acknowledgment of the rules.”
“Rules?” I ask, because I must’ve missed those in the envelope.
He nods with seriousness in his expression.
“They are simple.
Rule One: When you’re with me, you’re with me. That means you will not look at other men without permission.
Rule Two: If you request permission for rule one, it will be denied. For one night, you’re mine.
Rule Three: You will obey at all times.
Rule Four: You will use your safe word if you need things to stop. If you say yellow, that means you need a break. Either of these words will be respected at all times.
Rule Five: This is for one night. We will say goodbye without drama, with no expectations of seeing each other again.”
I nod in agreement.
“I can live with these rules since it’s only one night.”
He smirks, as if he knows that I could never agree to rule three on a permanent basis.
“Goodnight, Sweetheart. Be a good girl.”
I roll my eyes at my phone screen.
“Yes, Sir.”
He groans audibly, and I shiver as he says, “Rule six: You’ll call me Sir.”
When I don’t respond, he says, “Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say with a smile.
“Fucking good girl. I’m hanging up before I lose control, and do inappropriate things.”
And then he’s gone.
Me: What kind of inappropriate things?
L: Things involving my cock in my hand.
Me: I would pay for a picture of that, but we wouldn’t want you to be inappropriate. So I guess I shouldn’t tell you that my fingers are inside my panties right now?
L: Naughty girls get spanked. I told you to go to bed.
I giggle to myself before I respond.
Me: Yes, sir, you did, but our agreement is for Christmas Eve, so I don’t need to obey you until then. I’ve never been spanked, but I’m willing to risk it. Do your worst, sir.
L: Goodnight, Ella.
I do as I’m told and get ready for bed, but not because he said to, but because I’m tired. As I climb into bed, my thoughts race uncontrollably.
What am I even thinking? This man could be a complete nut job. He’s hot, but serial killers can be hot, right? And he knows who I am. Do I have a stalker?
I can’t stop the curiosity.
This is not something I’d normally do. Grabbing my phone, I pull up the Den of Sin website, and the first page I go to is about consent.
The safety of our patrons is our highest priority. All activities are consensual. If you are suspected to be involved in non-consensual activities, your membership will be revoked immediately. There will be no refunds of membership fees.
I go look at the membership page, and nearly stroke out, when I see the non-refundable application fee of one-hundred thousand dollars. That’s a lot of money. It said that’s for men, and there’s no fee for women, but I’m going to make sure, because I don’t have that kind of cash.