Cristiana
Today had been a long and eventful one with a few shocks along the way.
While I enjoyed meeting more people that Reuben was close with, it was a total shock to chat easily with a man who I later found out was a Russian Mafia boss.
I thought they were kidding until Matvey confirmed it.
Then, as I watched him and his men the rest of the day, I saw it.
There was an invisible aura of danger around them, especially Matvey.
However, the way he interacted with Mikhail and the rest of us, and the way he hovered lovingly over his wife, told me that he had a soft side.
He only allowed certain people to see it, which was what Reuben whispered to me.
It was six thirty in the evening when Tajah finally pushed into the world, Matea Victoria Ivanova.
When they announced her name and said she was named in honor of Matvey and Victoria, they’d teared up.
That’s when I discovered they were to be acting as grandparents to baby Matea on Mikhail’s side.
The two of them had never been able to have children, much to their dismay.
They loved kids. So Mikhail and Tajah’s children would be spoiled by them.
Once everyone had a chance to see the baby and confirm that Tajah was doing well, we dispersed so they could spend time together as a family and so poor Tajah could rest. Reuben and I decided to grab dinner and bring it back to his place.
We went up on the roof, turned on one of those heaters, and enjoyed our food underneath the stars.
No one else joined us, so we had it entirely to ourselves.
“God, that took a while. I had a plan tonight, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Reuben said as he held me in his arms.
“What was that?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about. It’ll keep,” he responded.
“It had to be something important if you mentioned it. Tell me,” I insisted.
“I had the contract drawn up for us. I noted everything we’ve been discussing over the past week and had it written down.
I want to show it to you and see if anything needs to be changed.
Once it’s agreeable to you, we can both sign and make it official.
I don’t want anything to be left out. However, we can do that tomorrow.
It’s been a long day, and I know you’re tired. ”
I twisted myself until I saw his face. “Reuben, that is important, and I’m fine to do it tonight. Where is it? Let me read it,” I asked.
“Are you sure? You’re tired. It can wait.”
“Reuben Miguel Davila, let me see that contract or else,” I demanded.
“Or else what?” was his comeback. I knew by the way I said it, he’d take it as a challenge, and I wanted him to.
“Or you won’t get the surprise I had planned for you tonight. I highly doubt you want to postpone that.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“You’ll just have to wait and see. And you can’t see until you let me see the contract.”
“That’s blackmail,” he accused.
“I know,” I informed him smugly.
His low growl made my body quiver inside.
Then he was on his feet. He pulled me to mine, then swept me into his arms. He cradled me in his arms bridal-style and went marching to the elevator.
He paused only long enough for me to turn off the heater.
We’d thrown away the garbage from our meal right after we finished eating.
Though I protested the whole way, he refused to put me down until we were at his door.
And only then because he needed one hand free to unlock it.
Inside, I was instructed to remove my coat and shoes, while he did the same.
As soon as they were handled, I was told to sit on the couch, and he’d be back in a second.
It was more than one second, but less than a minute. Reuben came to the couch and handed me a neatly typed, official-looking document. It was several pages long.
“Read this while I get us more to drink. You want your usual?” he asked.
I nodded, because I was already beginning to read.
The contract laid out specifically what we were consenting to, as well as the importance and rules surrounding communication, which I knew was key to making this work.
Our relationship was to be a relaxed Owner-Pet D/s contract.
This kind of dynamic was more playful, and as his pet, I was to be cared for by my Dom.
Our play would emphasize fun, affection, and control.
Then it moved on to identifying our identities and boundaries.
Both of our preferences, expectations, soft and hard limits, safe words and signals, and the aftercare he intended to provide me, tailored to my needs, were listed.
I was struck by how thorough it was and how clearly it showed he’d heard and remembered everything I’d shared.
During those talks, he had opened up to me about what he wanted in all those things, and it was all laid out in black and white.
By the time I finished reading, he was seated next to me, quietly waiting.
I glanced up at him. His eyes were focused on me.
“Sorry, I forgot to give this to you.” He handed me a pen. “You should re-read it and mark up anything you disagree with. I’ll go through and see if any of it requires negotiation. Once we get a copy that’s entirely agreeable to both of us, we’ll sign it.”
“Reuben, first, I have to say I’m so impressed at how thorough you were. You really listened to me. I think it’s good as it is.”
“Thank you, but I’d feel better if you re-read it and make sure you’re one hundred percent okay with it.”
“Okay, but if it has to be redone, will we have to wait for you to get it fixed before we sign?”
“I can do the changes myself. I wrote that up. It’s on my laptop.”
“Okay, will you grab it, and I’ll go through and we’ll make changes if necessary.” I was determined to have this done tonight, and then we could fully relax.
“I can,” he said, rising and walking off. I went back and read it more slowly this time. When I was through, I’d changed three small things. I handed it to him to read. Reuben scanned them, then went to his section and tweaked a couple of things on his side to reflect those changes.
“Are you alright with those?” I asked anxiously.
“Bebé, I’m very okay with them. Is there anything else you’d like to change or add?
Please note that this is a dynamic document, so as time passes, we may need to modify, delete, or add things.
Just let me know, and we’ll make the necessary changes.
I only wish for us both to be happy and satisfied with this. ”
“Then make those few adjustments. Are you able to print it here?”
“Yes, I have a printer in the second bedroom.”
I waited somewhat impatiently as he found the document and then made the necessary changes. When Reuben returned from printing out the new copy, he insisted we both read it through one more time. As I finished, I smiled and nodded.
“I’m good with it, Reuben.”
“I’m happy with it, too,” he said.
Reuben picked up the pen and then signed and dated the last page with a flourish.
He then handed it to me, and I did the same.
Something inside of me seemed to settle.
A sense of peace came over me. It was weird.
I’d never felt that way when I signed the contracts in the past, maybe because they were nowhere near as comprehensive as this one.
Or it could be that it was Reuben who was my Dom.
I already felt so much for him. I hated to admit it, but it was more than any of my past boyfriends or Doms had ever been.
With it signed, he laid it aside, then picked up both our glasses.
We had glasses of red wine. He raised his, so I followed suit.
“Here’s to the start of what I know will be a wonderful, beautiful, and fulfilling relationship.
Cheers.” His glass clinked against mine.
After taking a healthy swallow, Reuben leaned over and skimmed my lips with his.
“I’m going to seal this deal with a kiss. Any objections, baby girl?” he whispered.
“No, Sir, no objections,” I whispered back, using the honorific he asked for.
I wanted to test it out. He groaned, and then his mouth was locked to mine. Somehow, we managed to put the wine glasses back on the coffee table without spilling them. As usual for us, the kiss became hot, and more than our mouths got involved.
Our mouths moved to kiss, suck, nibble, and lick throats, ears, cheeks, and jaws.
Unable to resist, I unbuttoned Reuben’s shirt far enough to allow me access to his chest. I ran my hands through the fine curly hair on his upper chest. This move caused him to stop and ease back.
His face was alive with desire. Everything about the way he looked screamed that he was turned on and wanted me.
“Why did you stop?” I whispered.
“If we’re planning to play like we did last weekend, let’s go to the bedroom.”
“What if I said that I want more than what we did last weekend?” I asked.
“Like what?”
“Well, we have a fully signed contract. Nothing is stopping us from going all the way,” I boldly stated.
His hand was rubbing my ribs until I said that—his hand froze.
“Cristiana, just because the contract is signed doesn’t mean I’m pushing you to consummate it. I can wait until you’re ready.”
“Remember, I told you I had a surprise for you tonight?”
He nodded.
“That was it. I’m ready if you are, Reuben. I want to know what it feels like to be yours. I’m not saying we have to play. I want you. I want to be yours.”
“Thank you, Jesus. Yes, I want you, too. If you’re sure, then we’re for sure heading to the bedroom,” he growled.
I smiled and nodded. That was all it took to have him partially drag me down the hallway to his bedroom. I giggled the whole way.