Lessons After Midnight (mxm)

Chapter 14

"Who was that?" I asked curiously as I walked to his desk, distracting my dirty thoughts.

"The owner of the nightclub," He confirmed, eyes not leaving the papers on his desk.

"Oh," I exclaimed. "He didn't seem very happy with me,"

Erick's gaze lifted, his eyes meeting mine. "Don't take it personally, mio passerotto," He said before gesturing to the seat in front of his desk. "Sit,"

A smile flashed across my face at the nickname, or what I assumed to be a nickname. The lighting was low and sultry. The main lights were off, leaving only the golden glow of his desk lamp and the backlight of the minibar along the wall to cast soft shadows across the space.

I sat in the chair opposite of his with the desk splitting us. He leaned back in the office chair, his arms resting on the armrests. He looked delectable sitting there. Muscular, Confident, Alluring, Seductively enigmatic. The kind of man who could unravel you with a look. And right now, that look was locked onto me.

"Have you made a decision yet?" His voice was smooth, as an amused grin appeared on his features. He had caught me staring. Shit. As embarrassing as it was, I couldn't deny the truth.

"A decision about what?" I questioned.

His lips quirked. "If you'd like to be my submissive."

"If I remember correctly, I already said yes," I countered, tilting my head slightly. "Don't tell me you've forgotten?" I teased.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten that I asked you to think on it." The way he echoed my words with a low and edged tone.

I grinned as I watched him. His eyes were dark and staring into my own. He was practically looking straight into my soul.

"My answer hasn't changed," I murmured, my voice softer now, but no less certain. "I want this."

Something flickered in his expression, satisfaction, maybe. Almost as if he was expecting me to decline him. Then, without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and slid a thin packet of papers across the desk. He turned it toward me, letting the bold title catch the light.

D/s Contract

I looked back up at Erick. "A written contract?" I questioned as my fingers skimmed the edge of the pages. "I thought things like this were just in movies and books. I've never actually heard of anyone signing one in real life."

His stoicism didn't waver. "It's a formality. Something I require." His voice was calm, firm—like this wasn't up for debate. And something told me there were no exceptions.

I looked down at the papers again. It was only a few pages thick, nothing excessive. Though, in the grand scheme of things, the packet itself seemed excessive. I pulled it closer, running my hand over the front cover before glancing back up at Erick.

"Do you have one too?"

"Of course." He leaned forward slightly. "This isn't just for me, Sam. It's for both of us. We both sign. And we both honor it." He stated firmly. The intimate atmosphere thickened. Though firm, he didn't scare me, despite his intimidating presence.

I swallowed, my pulse starting to quicken. "And if there's something I don't agree with?"

"Then we change it," He said quickly. I didn't have even a moment to overthink before he answered. "Everything within reason is negotiable."

"And if something is missing?"

"I think you'll find that I'm very thorough." He mused.

I exhaled a steady breath, shifting in my seat. "Alright," I murmured, flipping open the first page. "Let's see what I'm getting myself into." I muttered to myself.