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“If we’re both in disguise, would you still be opposed to going places with me?”

“I mean, if we’re in a two-million-dollar car, we’re going to draw attention, aren’t we?”

I missed hearing him call meSir, but I’d been the one to tell him to stop until we had a contract. Those pale blue eyes were killing me, though. So earnest and sincere, so submissive, but the boy was speaking up for himself. He was being respectful even without theSir, and that takes some skill in this kind of conversation.

“Yes, but we can put my security in the car, so we get out of a boring black SUV at hotels and restaurants. We drive the car between all the fun places, and then stop at a gas station and do a switcheroo while we’re getting gas. Hotel rooms have to be adjoining, so they can get to me if needed, and that means you can go in a different room and then cross over once inside.” I shrugged. “Or we can stay in a remote cabin.”

He looked really uncomfortable, and I reached across the table to put my hand on his. “Tell me your biggest fear around having the public know you’re my boyfriend.”

“I barely remember my parents. I guess a social worker came to check on me months after no one registered me for school, and took me with her right then because conditions were so bad. I know my dad is in prison for armed robbery and for shooting a cop. He didn’t kill him so he isn’t in for life, but he has another twenty-five years to go. My mom isn’t likely to live a whole lot longer, if she’s even alive now. Meth is hard on the body. I also have aunts and uncles and cousins, and grandparents I’ve never met. I just feel like the name Davy Jones is unusual for a real person to have, and I don’t want them in my life. I doubt any of them even remember I exist, but if they hear the name, they’re going to go looking, and I look a lot like my dad and his father. Only smaller, supposedly because of the malnourishment thing.”

I sat back and considered the best way to allay his fears. “Has anyone ever called you David?”

“A few teachers used it instead of Davy, but no one else.”

“If we need to make a statement about you, I’ll call you David Miller. Think of it as your stage name, though I don’t foresee ever having you on stage with me, so lose the deer-in-the-headlights look.” I wanted to chuckle but I held it in. He was genuinely afraid of what might happen if his low-life family of origin found out he had access to money and fame, and I’d do everything in my power to keep that from happening.

“I’ve gotten quite good at going places in disguise so I’m not spotted. I’d assumed you could go as yourself with me, but just to be safe, we’ll work on a simple disguise for you. I can’t promise no one will figure it out, but I can promise to do my best to keep that from happening. My security team is the best there is, and they have some tricks you’d never think of.”

“I love that you aren’t making promises you aren’t positive you can keep.” He took a breath. “I would love to go on a trip with you over the weekend, and if I work twelve or fourteen hours Thursday, I can probably get away between noon and two o’clock Friday, so we can get an early start.”

My heart settled in my chest, and I took a bite of chicken to disguise how happy his words made me. He trusted me, and he wanted to spend time with me. I chewed, swallowed, and said, “Okay, Good. I’m glad that’s settled. Start with the beginning of the contract, and let’s talk about it as you go.”

* * * *

Davy

The contract was simple and short. The rules were all general, like not sitting on furniture without permission, never being clothed in the house unless he handed me something to put on, telling him about any issues I had, like being cold or hot, hungry or thirsty, having a headache, etc.

When I read that part out loud, he said, “You understand the difference between notifying and whining?”

While I figured out how to word it, I guess he thought I didn’t know, so he said, “I don’t want to hear about your asshole being sore unless you think there’s something that might require medical attention either at that moment or in the future, or unless I’ve asked for an inventory. I’m going to assume various body parts are sore if I’ve been rough with them, but I won’t know when you’re thirsty or hungry, necessarily.”

I nodded, and he said, “Speaking of which, let’s do that now. Start with your feet and work up — tell me anything that isn’t at one hundred percent.”

“The backs of my legs and my ass are bruised. My asshole is sore. My dick and balls are okay, though I’m not sure how that’s possible. My nipples are sore. I keep rubbing my wrists, remembering how they felt in the cuffs. They’re fine, but they feel naked, and I want to call you Sir, but I know I’m not supposed to yet.”

“No, not yet. Your dick and balls should mostly be okay after a play session, but probably not after a maintenance session, and absolutely not if I choose to punish them because you’ve broken a rule or disobeyed an order.”

“Oh, I guess I should have written down that I want to experience a maintenance session during our temporary contract period. I don’t know if you’d planned for that, but I’d like to have an idea of what your boot camp will be, and what to expect for the weekly or monthly session, or however often you feel it’s necessary.”

“That isn’t a discussion for today, but I’m in total agreement with your point about maintenance, and we’ll add it.” He motioned towards the phone. “Keep going.”

He had me use the stylus to highlight sections we wanted to reword or change, and he asked for a pen early on, so he could make notes on the back of the small sheet of paper I’d written my list on.

Partway through, as I was transitioning from one page to another, he said, “Stop. I’ve already told you I’m looking for a poly group, but it feels important to remind you that, whether we end up a V or a triad, agreeing to this contract means you’ll understand I’m going to be looking for our third. She might be submissive, she might be a switch, or a Domme, or she might just be my partner. I needed one slave in my life, and that opens things up a little when choosing a woman who’ll fit into our lives.”

My heart stuttered and dropped to my stomach, and I looked at my hands because I wasn’t sure what to say or do. He’d told me, but I’d forgotten, and having him remind me was a little bit like a slap to the face, or possibly a gut punch.

And then visions of my first Master sharing me and loaning me out came rushing into my mind, and then of Bubbles making a deal that meant someone else got to fuck my ass and mouth every day for a week. Once, the deal was that two of them got to use me at the same time, every day in the shower until the end of the month, and it was only the sixth of March. That’d bought him a smart phone, and he’d offered to let me use it, but I didn’t have anyone to talk to. I couldn’t imagine calling my Master out of the blue, just to talk.

But Will was different. I wouldn’t feel awkward calling him to talk, if one of us was out of town. The bottom line was that I wanted to be someone’s property. I wanted tobelongto them. That meant I didn’t get a say in this kind of thing. If my owner wanted a poly group, it would be up to his slave to conform.

“I think this means the contract we come up with after this one,” I told him, “the one we’ve been calling a permanent contract, will need to be a semi-permanent one. It seems to me there will need to be some major changes to the contract once our third joins us, depending upon the flavor of the energy she brings into the relationship.” I met his gaze. “I’ll have to trust that whoever you pick will work for both of us, even if it’s a V, Master.”

He grinned. “If she’s a bitch to you then she won’t be the right woman for me. The two of you will have to like each other enough to live together and enjoy each other’s company. We’ll be a family. The terminology is kitchen-table-poly, and when you combine that with the fact my band members are also frequently at the kitchen table, it means I have to be super careful about my choices.”

The next page talked about the fact I was monogamous with him, and he’d stop fucking and playing with men, but he’d continue to fuck women. He’d use condoms and he’d be safe, but women weren’t off the table. This also meant he and I would continue to use condoms, at least until we added our third.