Dylan POV
When we get back to the club, Blaze ignores everyone who tries to greet us and drags me straight through to his bedroom. His hand is firm around my wrist, like he doesn’t want to risk me slipping away.
As he tries to shut the door behind us, Siren steps in, blocking it with her shoulder. Her eyes are locked on me.
“I need a moment alone with him,” she says, glaring at Blaze.
He shrugs, unbothered. “Fine.” He walks out without argument, but I catch the way he glances back at me before the door clicks shut.
“Everything okay?” I ask, standing there awkwardly. “What has Echo done?”
“Nothing!” She snaps, then immediately softens, looking guilty. “Okay, that’s a lie. He kept it to himself about who you really are. You didn’t tell me?”
“I didn’t tell anyone.”
“You told Sasha,” she sneers, the hurt clear in her voice.
“I was planning to marry her. She had to know.”
Siren crosses her arms, eyes glistening. “I’m your best friend, Dylan. Over six years I’ve known you and not once did you tell me.”
She’s hurt. Really hurt. The guilt twists in my chest like a knife. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to risk anyone finding out. And I didn’t want the drama that came with who my father was. Are you saying if you knew, you would still want to be my friend?”
“Always!” she says fiercely, stepping closer. “Echo had no choice but to tell me when he found out about Blaze and your dad’s enemy kidnapping him.”
I wrap my arms around her tightly, pulling her into a hug. “I’m sorry.”
“I was so worried for you, Dylan,” she whispers against my shoulder, voice cracking. “When he said your father made you go back… made you agree to marry a woman just to keep Blaze safe. Why would you do that? Marry a woman if you don’t even like her?”
“Because I love Blaze,” I say quietly. “Seeing him hurt because of my world confirmed I was right to keep it quiet from everyone. If me marrying a woman kept him safe, then I’d marry a fucking hundred of them.”
“You’d never keep up with them, Little Rabbit. They would destroy you.”
I turn at the sound of Blaze’s voice. He’s leaning against the doorframe, smirking, but there’s something softer in his eyes.
Siren pulls back and wipes at her face. “I’ll leave you two to it. But we’re talking later, Dylan. Serious talking.” She hugs me one more time, tight and quick, then walks out.
Blaze closes the door behind her.I watch as he steps closer, eyes locked on mine. “So you can admit you love me to her, but not to me?”
“I d-didn’t mean it like that,” I whisper, heat rushing to my face.
“You’re stuttering, baby. You do that when you’re anxious, emotional… or turned on.” His voice drops lower. “Kind of proves you did mean it.”
I shake my head, but before I can get another word out, he has me pinned against the wall.
His body presses into mine, and the way he looks down at me feels like his eyes are physically stroking over every inch of my skin.
My cock is already hard, straining against my clothes.
I try to will it down, but he shifts his thigh between my legs and feels it immediately.
“You have no idea how hard it is not to throw you down and fuck you into the mattress right now,” he growls, voice rough with want.
My body shakes. My breathing gets heavier, louder, almost embarrassing. I want him so badly it hurts, but he suddenly steps back. My body sags against the wall, caught between relief that there’s space and frustration that he’s not inside me.
“But I meant what I said. We need to talk about Sin.”
He moves around the room, opens a drawer, and pulls something out. He hands it to me. It’s a stack of papers.
“I need you to look over this. It’s nothing official yet, but go through it. Highlight anything that needs reflecting on or changing. Cross out any hard limits. There are lists at the end, acts, items, everything.”
“What?” I stare down at the papers, tension flooding through me as I read the title. Dominant/submissive contract and terms.
He leans over me until I fall backwards onto the bed. “Just fucking do it, Dylan. Because I don’t want the risk.”
“What risk?”
“That I do something that makes you run.”
“I wouldn’t run.”
He laughs, but it’s low and a little bitter as he shakes his head. “You say that now. What I did before was only part of it. There’s so much fucking more, and I held myself back even if you think I went extreme. Believe me, I didn’t. Read it.”
He steps back and walks out of the room without another word, leaving me alone with the papers in my hands.
He actually means that?
I sit there staring at the contract, my heart pounding. The pages feel heavy. Limits. Rules. Acts I’ve never even considered. The thought of handing this over to him, of giving him that kind of control, both terrifies and excites me in ways I don’t fully understand yet.
Flipping open the first page I stare at the words and begin to read.
About This Document
Dom/Sub Contract Template Guidelines
This agreement defines, in precise terms, the relationship and interaction between two individuals, hereafter called the ‘submissive’ and the ‘Dominant.’
This particular contract applies to monogamous relationships only, and is entered into consensually, with both parties agreeing to the conditions herein.
This contract is intended to allow the submissive to explore their sensuality and their limits safely, with respect for their needs, limits, and well-being. As well as to help the Dominant to exert power, control, and creativity with a trusting, co-operative partner.
It ensures alignment in a consensual relationship that increases the health and happiness in both party’s lives.
This contract may not be altered, except when both parties agree, and in such cases, a new contract shall be printed and signed, with the old contract being destroyed immediately after.
Should either party find their aims being underserved by this agreement, find this agreement too burdensome, or for any other reason wish to exit, cancel, or terminate this agreement, then either party may do so by verbal notification to the other, in keeping with the consensual nature of the agreement.
Okay, I read it back over just to be sure I understand what it says then I move onto the main contract part.
This contract outlines the agreed-upon dynamic between Blaze (Dom) and Julius (sub), emphasizing a controlling structure with clear boundaries around humiliation, degredation, rules and consensual punishments that have been established and agreed to by both parties on January 13th 2024.
I stare at the words. This is a contract he had with another submissive? I want to know who the hell Julius is, where he is, everything about him.
I'll ask him about that later. For now I keep reading.
Consent and Safe words:
All activities, especially involving humilation, degradation and sexual acts are fully consensual.
Safe words/Signals that have been established. Green, or three finger okay sign. Means good. Yellow or one click of the fingers. Means check in, or something need changing. Red or three clicks of fingers. Means stop instantly.
Either party can pause or stop events at any time.
That all sounds pretty normal, I highlight the signals though, because does that means I'll always be able to click my fingers? No matter what position I'm in?
Sighing, I go back to reading. It's a lot to take it in, but I get through the main contract, and to be fair, nothing really makes me think no.
That's an issue right? I mean, it says I agree to serve, obey and please him in any way he sees fit within the rules of the contract.
I shouldn't be so open to that, but I am. Maybe because in a way I've already done that, wanted to fucking please him even when I hated him for it.
Flipping to the next pages it's a list of acts and such, I begin reading again.
This checklist should be filled out by a sub and provided to their Dom/Top before playing with them.
This will provide a guideline to identifying limits, negotiating and finding common ground for play. Dominants may wish to work through the checklist, to get a better handle on their specific interests.
For each item, you need to provide two answers:
For experience, write YES or NO next to each item to indicate if you have ever DONE that activity. Mark N/A if it does not apply to your gender.
For willingness, indicate for each item how you feel about DOING that activity by rating it on a scale of NO or 0 to 5.
"?" means you don't understand what the item is attempting to describe.
NO means you will NOT do that item under any circumstances (a hard limit).
0 (zero) indicates you have utterly no desire to do that activity and don't like doing it (in fact, may loath it) and would ordinarily object to doing it, but you would permit the Dominant to do it if it they really wanted it. (sometimes called a "soft limit").
1 means you don't want to do or like to do this activity, but wouldn't object if it were asked of you.
2 means you are willing to do this activity, but it has no special appeal for you.
3 means you usually like doing this activity, at least on an irregular / occasional basis.
4 means you like doing this activity, and would like to experience it on a regular basis.
5 means the activity is a wild turn-on for you, and you would like it as often as possible.
6 means the activity is a fetish and required.
? Mark with an asterisk (*) those items which you are willing to do only with your current sex partner(s), but not with casual play partners.
? Note any additional information or nuances which might be important for your Dom to know in the margin to the right. For example Clothespins you may have a prefence that they are not wooden and instead only meal.
There is intentionally some overlap between categories. Unless otherwise stated, the Sub is the recipient/target of the activity.
Okay, I’m going to have to keep going back to this because there’s no way I’m going to remember half this shit as I go through it.
I work through the list one item at a time, but a lot of them make me stop and google. Like… a lot. I had no fucking idea some of this stuff even existed.
Abrasion. I stare at the word for a long time. I’m genuinely unsure how I feel about it. I never thought anyone would find scraping or rubbing someone raw a turn-on, but then again, I didn’t expect worshipping a guy’s cock to feel as good as it does, so what the hell do I know?
Ball stretching comes up next and I just write “WTF” next to it. That one threw me even more than abrasion. Still, I’ve learned I’m apparently into pain if it comes from Blaze, so maybe I shouldn’t rule it out completely. I’m clearly not the best judge of my own limits right now.
Chamber-pot use? Hard no. I had to look it up, and once I did… yeah, no thanks.
When I get to double penetration I put a big question mark and write “What the fuck does this mean?” I google it and the results confuse me even more.
I move on, only to hit “spit roast” later and realize I completely misunderstood the earlier term.
I go back and change my note. Thanks, Google, for clarifying that double penetration usually means two dicks in different holes, or sometimes the same. My face burns just thinking about it.
The deeper I get into the list, the more I realize how much Blaze has actually held back with me. I thought he was already pretty twisted, and I fucking love that about him, but seeing all these possibilities written out makes my head spin. He’s been surprisingly… tame? Considering.
Enemas with all their subcategories — self-administered, done by the Dom, for cleaning, for punishment — completely throw me. I make the mistake of watching a couple videos and immediately regret it. That shit is going to live in my head rent-free for a while.
Then I reach cock worshipping. My mind instantly flashes back to that first time on my knees for him, the way he tasted, the way he groaned when I took him deeper.
I get so fucking hard I actually consider touching myself, just to take the edge off.
But knowing my luck, Blaze would walk in right in the middle of it and never let me live it down.
I’m still painfully hard by the time I reach “swallowing urine.” I stare at it for a long fucking time before writing in the margin: “Did you actually do this?”
The list is extensive. Way more in-depth and detailed than I expected. It’s made me google so much random shit that I’m genuinely scared of what my search history looks like right now. Anyone who sees it is going to have a lot of fucking questions.
I sit back, rubbing my face. This whole thing feels overwhelming, intimate, and strangely exciting all at once. I’m not sure how I feel about handing this over to him, but part of me wants to. Part of me wants to give him this kind of control and see what happens.