Chapter 14: The Contract

‎Kai’s POV

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‎Just as I was pulling out plates for me and Ren, I heard Reya say, “Hey, sunshine,” and then Ren’s soft voice replying. Turning around was definitely not the best idea because what the fuck was he wearing? Just my t-shirt. I wasn’t even sure if he had anything underneath, but his legs were smooth and milky, bringing back vivid memories of the redness on his ass after I spanked him yesterday. I could hardly breathe or restrain myself from pressing him up against the wall or stripping him naked right there.

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‎Plus, why did he have to wear so little in front of them? Not that I was bothered by Reya or Adrian, but Reya saw through it and called me a caveman. That damn woman.

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‎I saw the way Ren tried to shrink into himself. I had every intention to walk over, smooth his hair, and lead him to sit and eat. But as I approached and lifted my hand to his hair, he jerked, his hands flying up to cover his face instantly.

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‎The efficiency of it — the way his body automatically responded — came from being constantly hit. What the fuck? Did he just think I was going to hit him?

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‎I called his name softly, “Ren, dear.”

‎He quickly apologized, “I’m sorry. Whatever I did wrong, just tell me. I won’t do it again.”

‎I pulled his hands apart gently and asked one simple question: “What exactly did I do that gave you the impression that I was going to hit you, kitten?”

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‎Tears already filled his eyes, threatening to fall. He looked at me and said nothing at first, just trembled.

‎I took him in my arms, running my hands along his back and kissing the top of his head. “I’ll never hit you, Ren. At least not for tears… just the pleasure kind, like last night.”

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‎He blushed but nodded.

‎Adrian spoke up next, “If Kai ever puts his hands on you or anyone here in a way you don’t want, tell me and I’ll put a bullet through that person’s skull.”

‎“Thank you, Addy,” Ren said, as I rolled my eyes holding my laugh. Only my daughter ever called him that.

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‎Everyone paused while Ren snuggled deeper into my warmth.

‎“Come eat, kitten.” I pulled out a chair, sat him down, and served him. He ate quietly. Just as we were almost done, Reya excused herself, saying her husband needed her help tracking something and muttering something about how a full-grown accomplished accountant and numbers guy couldn’t fix the simplest problems on his laptop. I just knew Cole was going to get his ass kicked and handed to him by his wife.

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‎Adrian spoke up next. “So I’m here for two things. First, to state some things to you, Ren. Considering the way you both got married, it’s only right that Kai has a bit of security. But not to worry, you won’t be left out. He’s offering you half a billion, one of the penthouses in Central Town, and a big shop at the Lockhart building for your artworks — all in your name, whenever you want a divorce. How does that sound?”

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‎Ren quickly looked at me. “You don’t need to do this. I already own my own apartment. I can earn money myself and I have savings from my sold artworks. I think I’ll take only the shop. It’s really strategic, commercially appealing for exhibitions and so on.”

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‎I looked at him, dumbfounded. Even Adrian seemed shocked.

‎Before Ren could speak again, I said, “You have no option here, darling.”

‎He looked like he wanted to protest but nodded. Adrian passed the document to him, which he signed.

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‎Adrian continued, “Second, I’d like to inform you about the lifestyle which a few of us partake in and the possibility of you joining and signing a contract with Kai. I think it’s better he tells you… it sounds sour telling someone else’s husband this.”

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‎I just shook my head at him and spoke. “Ren, I am part of the BDSM lifestyle — BDSM stands for Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sadism & Masochism. I’m sure you must have had a hint based on the party you attended the first night I met you and how I used those paddles to decorate your skin. How did that feel? Did you like it?”

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‎He looked ashamed, he looked down, and said, “Yes.”

‎“I didn’t hear you, Ren.”

‎“Yes, Sir,” he spoke up.

‎I smiled. “Good boy. I don't want you to ever feel ashamed for like the things you indulge in.” I paused then continued, “The lifestyle is a big part of who I am. I enjoy control, pain, and pushing limits. You seem to enjoy receiving pain and submitting. I’d like to train you properly — safely and slowly. We’ll go through the book I'll give you. The Section one is our first focus, for each chapter you read, we’ll practice it that night or the next day. This will happen for a duration of 15 days it thereabout. Only if you’re interested, you’ll sign a separate contract with me. But you'll be appearing at the club for tests. If you pass you get the Submissive identification tag and privileges. After which, we'll continue going through the book till we finish it but this time, you'll be mine wholly — my husband, my submissive, my lover, my sweet boy, mine. If you decide 6o drop off at some point it not even give it a shot..… we’ll figure something out.”

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‎Ren looked at me seriously. “What will happen if I can’t do it?”

‎I sighed honestly. “I don’t know. I want to be faithful to you, but this is part of who I am. I won’t force you, but I also won’t hide it from you.”

‎He nodded slowly, thinking. “I… I want to try. For you. For us.”

‎I pulled him closer and kissed his forehead. “We’ll take it slow, kitten. One step at a time.”

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