Page 85 of Kings & Queen

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Abandoning me

Soft Limitsare a bit harder for me to list. I suppose there may be things that come up that I am apprehensive about but still willing to give blanket consent with one condition. Ultimately, all things not listed in hard limits are explorable with use of safeword option.

My Nonnegotiable Items:

Sleeping with other women while I am still here. I require monogamy from my Kings.

It didn’t take me long; honestly, I didn’t have much else I wanted to put down. My concern was more abouttheirexpectations. The other part was how they’d react to my nonnegotiable monogamy request. I mean, it was only for a couple of weeks, right? I rationalized it and then sent it before I lost my nerve.

I sighed, closing my laptop. Maybe Christopher’s library held the key to my distraction. Hopping up, I picked a section and started looking for a book. I was still browsing the titles when he came in.

“Aha, somehow, I knew I’d find you in here,” he said, studying me.

“Is…something the matter?”

“Not at all. Are you finding anything good?”

“No, quite the opposite. There are so many good books in here I don’t know where to start.” I casually ran my fingers across the leather bindings on the books in front of me.

“Very true. I’d suggest you pick one, but something tells me that’s not your style,” he teased with a grin.

“Yes, I find myself very much struggling and homing in on your trilogies.” He chuckled a little, and since I was feeling a bit bold, I said, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yes, please.”

“If you one day stumbled upon a magical library where you could enter any book and become any character from the story and live their life from beginning to end, which would you choose and why?”

“Hmm, that’s an interesting question. What are the parameters?” He braced both hands behind him on the desk, his fingers flexing against the wood. The movement stilled as he grew quiet, something thoughtful tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, for starters, once you go into the book, time becomes different in that you can easily step out of the book, and virtually little time in the real world has passed. You only live that life for the time you’re reading the novel.”

“Isn’t that what we already do as readers, for the most part?” His eyes brightened and twinkled.

“I suppose it is, but I mean, like literally, you open the book, and you’re Dante descending through the nine circles of Hell, Virgil at your side, confronting your sins,” I mused.

“Hmm, I think the parameters should be that once you step inside the book, you have to see the journey through. No stepping back out once you begin to feel the heat or the pressure gets to be too much. Otherwise, we’d run the minute our pride slaps us in the face and never return. Thereby missing the lesson.”

“Excellent point. Then I think we should change the parameters so the books in this magical library don’t have titles on the outside, nor any words on the pages.” I grinned.

“You might be onto something there. It would almost be like the universe dictating your journey. Let’s take it even a step further. All the books look exactly the same.”

“Really? Why?” I asked, drawing my knees up to my chest and resting my head on them. I pulled my hair to the side as he continued talking.