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CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
HECTOR
The next night, I sat on the couch, scrolling through collars on my laptop.
Heather lingered in the kitchen and wiped the already-clean counter with a dry rag, trying to busy herself.
I arched a brow, closed my laptop, and set it on the coffee table in the living room. What s wrong?
“Oh, nothing.”
“Heather,” I hummed, “what’s wrong?”
She chewed on her inner cheek and looked over at me. “Can we talk?”
“Come here.” I beckoned her over. “What’s going on?”
After setting down the rag, she walked over to me and toyed with the ends of her sleeves, which I had only seen her do a handful of times when she was nervous. Instead of sitting down beside me, she stayed standing.
“I wanted to?—”
“Sit down,” I ordered. “Relax and tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She sat beside me. “I wanted to talk to you about our contract.”
I stiffened and briefly glanced back at the laptop, where I had been scrolling through collars that I would like to see fastened around Heather s neck soon. I didn t know when would be appropriate, especially with the drama involving Jacob, but I didn t want to wait.
“What is it?” I asked, sitting up taller. “Did I do something that upset you?”
“No.”
When she didn’t continue, I pushed. “Do you want to talk about your limits?”
No, she whispered, grabbing a pillow and holding it to her chest, as if to protect herself and to put even more space between us. I want to talk about the term full-time submissive . Is that okay?”
After turning my entire body toward her, I gave her my full attention. “Yes, that’s okay.”
When we entered into the contract and our relationship, you said that it was to become a full-time submissive, which I haven t been for you yet. She paused and swallowed. I was talking to my friends, and I wanted to ask if that was still on the table.
“You being my full-time submissive?” I clarified. “Yes.”
“What would it entail?” she asked quietly, completely unlike her.
I wouldn t require much more from you than what you give me now, I said. Preferably, you would live with me. I would provide everything you need or want in return for you being mine whenever I need or want you.
She opened and closed her mouth a handful of times, but didn’t say anything, then averted her gaze. I grabbed the pillow from her and pulled her into my lap, taking her chin so she would look at me.
“What would happen if I had a job?” she asked.
“I would prefer that you didn’t have one,” I said honestly.
For me, that would defeat the purpose of full-time.
“Really?” she asked. “It’s okay if I don’t have a job at all?”
“I’ll provide everything you need and want,” I repeated. “No need for you to work.”
“But won’t you think less of me if I don’t have a job?” she asked, still chewing on her inner cheek and shifting in my lap. “At that point, I would be like a stay-at-home girlfriend, wouldn’t I?”
“You still have ambitions, and you can still have goals that you want to work on to better yourself.” I pushed some hair out of her face. “You don’t have to give up on those. You’re welcome to pursue your passions still. Being full-time with me doesn’t make me think any less of you. You’re giving me something in return.”
“What, my pussy?” she said with a small giggle.
No. Your submission, I said. Is this something you want?
“Yes.”
My eyes widened slightly because I almost hadn’t expected that to come from her. She had always been so set on working with Jacob to impress him, and while their bond had been broken, I’d expected her to dive even harder into it.
I don t want to work for my dad anymore, she whispered. I want to find something I want to do with my life, but I don t know where to start. I want to try being full-time with you, but only if that s something that you want -
“I do,” I said, too excited to wait for her to finish. “I want you to be full-time with me.”
A smile fluttered across her face, and warmth filled my chest.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Can I still be a brat?”
I playfully rolled my eyes at her, but wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her closer to me. As long as you re with me, you can be anything, Heather.
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