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BPOV

I follow him into his study, a spacious room with another floor-to-ceiling window that opens

out on to the balcony. He sits on the desk, motions for me to sit on a leather chair in front of

him, and hands me a piece of paper.

“These are the rules… they may be subject to change. They form part of the contract, which

you can also have. Read these rules and let’s discuss.”

RULES

Obedience: The Submissive will obey any instructions given by The Dominant immediately

without hesitation or reservation and in an expeditious manner. The Submissive will agree to

any sexual activity deemed fit and pleasurable by the Dominant excepting those activities

which are outlined in hard limits (Appendix 2) She will do so eagerly and without hesitation.

Sleep: The Submissive will ensure she achieves a minimum of eight hours sleep a night when

she is not with The Dominant.

Food: The Submissive will eat regularly to maintain her health and wellbeing from a

prescribed list of foods (Appendix 4). The Submissive will not snack between meals, with the

exception of fruit.

Clothes: During the Term the Submissive will wear clothing only approved by The Dominant.

The Dominant will provide a clothing budget for The Submissive, which The Submissive shall

utilize. The Dominant shall accompany the Submissive to purchase clothing on an ad hoc

basis. If the Dominant so requires the Submissive shall during the Term any adornments the

Dominant shall require, in the presence of the Dominant and any other time the Dominant

deems fit.

Exercise: The Dominant shall provide The Submissive with a personal trainer four times a

week in hour-long sessions at times to be mutually agreed between the personal trainer and

The Submissive. The personal trainer will report to The Dominant on The Submissive’s

progress.

Personal Hygiene/Beauty: The Submissive will keep herself clean and shaved and/or waxed

at all times. The Submissive will visit a beauty salon of The Dominant’s choosing at times to

be decided by The Dominant, and undergo whatever treatments The Dominant sees fit.

Personal Safety: The Submissive will not drink to excess, smoke, take recreational drugs or

put herself in any unnecessary danger.

Personal Qualities: The Submissive will not enter into any sexual relations with anyone other

than The Dominant. The Submissive will conduct herself in a respectful and modest manner

at all times. She must recognize that her behaviour is a direct reflection on The Dominant.

She shall be held accountable for any misdeeds, wrongdoings and misbehavior committed

when not in the presence of the Dominant.

Failure to comply with any of the above will be result in immediate punishment, the nature

of which shall be determined by The Dominant.

Holy Fuck .

“Hard limits?” I ask.

“Yes… what you won’t do, what I won’t do… we need to specify in our agreement.”

“I’m not sure about accepting money for clothes. It feels wrong.” I shift uncomfortably…. the

word ‘ho’ rattling round my head.

“I want to lavish money on you… let me buy you some clothes. I may need you to

accompany me to functions and I want you dressed well. I’m sure your salary, when you do

get a job, won’t cover the kind of clothes I’d like you to wear.”

“I don’t have to wear them when I’m not with you?”

“No…”

“Okay…” Think of them as uniform…

“I don’t want to exercise four times a week.”

“Isabella, I need you supple, strong and with stamina. Trust me… You need to exercise.”

“But surely not four times a week, how about three?”

“I want you to do four.”

“I thought this was a negotiation?”

He purses his lips at me…

“Okay, Miss Swan, another point well made. How about an hour on three days and one day

half an hour?”

“Three days, three hours. I get the impression you’re going to keep me exercised when I’m

here…”

He smiles wickedly, “Yes, I am. Okay, agreed. Are you sure you don’t want to intern at my

company? You’re a good negotiator.”

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I stare down at his rules. W axing… waxing what?

Everything? Ugh…

EPOV

“So, limits. These are mine.” I hand her the list. This is it, shit or bust time. I know my limits

by heart and mentally tick off them off as I watch her read through. She gets paler and paler

as she nears the end. Oh Christ.

Hard Limits

No acts involving fire play

No acts involving urination or defecation and the products thereof

No acts involving needles, knives, piercing or blood

No acts involving children or animals

No acts that will leave any permanent marks on the skin

No acts involving breath control.

She swallows and glances nervously up at me, her dark eyes wide and round. Fuck, I hope

this doesn’t scare her away – surely these limits demonstrate that I’m not into any of the

extreme shit. I cannot believe how anxious I feel. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I

want this girl… I want her submission – crave her submission. Why, I don’t know. Ever since

the interview she’s been plaguing my mind, visions of her haunting my dreams: her biting

her lip, tucking her hair behind her ear, her hesitant, musical voice, ringing in my head.

What is it about her? I want to make this arrangement work. How can I persuade her to

try? Say yes, Isabella, please.

“Is there anything you’d like to add?” I keep my voice gentle, but hope she won’t add

anything. I want carte blanche with her. She stares at me, seemingly at a loss for words.

It’s… irritating. I am not used to waiting for answers. What is she thinking?

“Is there anything you won’t do?” I prompt.

“I don’t know.”

Not the response I’m expecting.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

She shifts on her seat and looks uncomfortable.

“I’ve never done anything like this…”

Christ, of course she hasn’t! Patience, Cullen, for fuck’s sake! You’ve thrown a great deal of

information at her.

“Well, when you’ve had sex, was there anything that you didn’t like doing?” I ask patiently.

She flushes and my interest is piqued immediately. What has she done that she didn’t like?

Is she adventurous in bed? She seems so – inexperienced. Normally I don’t find that

attractive, but with her…

“You can tell me, Isabella. We have to be honest with each other, or this isn’t going to work.”

I really have to encourage her to loosen up – she won’t even talk about sex. She’s squirming

again and staring at her fingers. Come on, Isabella.

“Tell me,” I order. Christ, she’s frustrating sometimes.

“Well… I’ve not had sex before… so I don’t know.”

I gape at her as her words seep slowly into my consciousness. Not had sex before . Fuck.

The earth stops spinning. I don’t fucking believe it. How? Why? Fuck.

“Never?” I can hear the incredulity in my whisper. How can this beautiful girl be…?

She’s shaking her head at me.

“You’re a virgin?” I can’t fucking believe it.

She nods, embarrassed. I close my eyes, unable to look at her. How the fuck did I get this so

wrong? Shit… How the hell? Anger lances through me. What can I do with a fucking

virgin? I glare at her as unexpected and unanticipated fury floods my mind.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I growl, and start to pace my study. What do I want with

a fucking virgin? She shrugs apologetically, at a loss for words, reflecting my bewilderment. I

stop pacing. Shit… she’ll want to go.

“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.” I can hear the exasperation in my voice. I’ve

never fucked a virgin.

“The subject never came up,” she mutters. “I’m not in the habit of revealing my sexual

status to everybody I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other.”

As ever, it’s a fair point. I scowl. I can’t believe I’ve given her the bus tour of my playroom…

Thank fuck for the NDA. She peeks up at me.

“Well, you know a lot more about me now,” I snap at her. “I knew you were

inexperienced… but a virgin! Hell, Bella, I just showed you…” Christ, not only the playroom,

my rules… hard limits. She knows nothing. How could I do this? “May God forgive me…”

And a startling thought occurs to me – our one kiss in the elevator, where I could have

fucked her there and then – was that her first kiss?

“Have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?” Please say yes.

“Of course I have.” She almost looks offended, but her brow furrows, forming the little v I

like. Yeah, she’s been kissed, but not often. And for some reason that I don’t want to

fathom, the thought is… pleasing.

“And a nice young man hasn’t swept you off your feet? I just don’t understand. You’re

twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You’re beautiful.” Why hasn’t some guy taken her to bed?

Were all the boys she knew in college idiots? Were they blind? Fuck – perhaps she’s

religious. No, Jenks would have found that out at least. She gazes down at her fingers, and I

think she’s smiling, though at what I have no idea. She thinks this is funny! Christ, I could

kick myself.

“And you’re seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience…” Words

fail me. “How have you avoided sex? Tell me, please.” I don’t understand. She’s in college,

and from what I remember of college all the students were fucking like rabbits. All of them…

except me. I had rowing, and Irina… the memory is a dark one and I push it aside to deal

with the beautiful enigma sitting in front of me.

She shrugs, her small shoulders shaking slightly.

“No-one’s really… you know…” She trails off.

No-one’s what? Seen you for the attractive woman you are? No-one’s lived up to your

expectations – and I do? Fuck, she really does know nothing. How could she ever be a

submissive if she has no idea? This is not going to work. I can see all my plans crumbling to

dust.

“Why are you so angry with me?” she whispers.

I glare at her. Of course, she would think that. Cullen, sort this out.

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry at myself. I just assumed…” Why the fuck would I be

angry with you? What a fucking mess this is. I run my hands through my hair, trying to rein

in my temper.

“Do you want to go?” I ask. Please don’t go.

“No… unless you want me to go,” she murmurs.

“Of course not. I like having you here.” The statement surprises me as I say it. I do like

having her here. Interacting with her. She’s so… refreshing. And I want to fuck her, control

her, beat her, and watch her alabaster skin pink beneath my hands. That’s out of the

question now – isn’t it? Perhaps not the fucking… perhaps I could.

The thought is revelatory. I could take her to bed… Break her in. It would be a novel

experience for both of us. Would she want to? She asked me earlier if I was going to make

love to her. I could try, without tying her up. But she might touch me… Fuck . I glance down

at my watch.

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