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F O R T Y - F O U R --

"What now?" I ask Freddie once the deed is done. Looking at the hastily scribbled signature of my name, my breath hitches to the back of my throat. I no longer belonged to myself. I belonged to him.

Freddie nods shortly once he takes notice of all my written statements, agreements and signature. He raises his head up, his eyes appearing to be dark. It was that same glimmer in his eye when he had playfully tied my wrists together with his tie. He gets up from the chair, towering over me. With one, swift movement, he guides me out of my own chair and pulls me closer to him. His lips capture mine once again, and as he pulls back, I can feel his heartbeat racing hard.

"Now," he mumbles. "I get to have you for the rest of the evening." He sucks on my bottom lip, breathing in as we continue to kiss. "Since you are now my princess," he adds on. "you will refer to me as Daddy. Inside the bedroom and out." Freddie removes a stray strand of my hair to place behind my ear. "Do I make myself clear?"

Feeling his fingertips in my hair made me feel awakened. With his low demand, I can hardly breathe. His dominance, his demeanor, was driving me into an ocean of submission; a portion of myself I didn't even know I had. I wanted this man above me to always be satisfied, to always feel complete by me and only me. Even if it means the contract ends, even if it means I risk everything to submit to him completely.

"Do I make myself clear?" I hear him ask again.

I look into his iridescent gray-blue eyes and gulp once again. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but it didn't give me the inability to respond.

"Y-yes, Daddy."

     He cups my face into his hands and kisses me more; his tongue slithering its way into my mouth. I return the gesture and wrap my arms around his neck. Just as I was about to pull on his hair, Freddie pulls back, looking at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

"God, I love it when you call me that," he says. "it drives me mad, and I love every minute of it. I love every minute I get to spend with you." He kisses me again, this time, a firm press to my lips asserts its request that Freddie wanted more. I can feel something hard press against my lower abdomen and stomach, and the knowledge that I was creating a fire within him made me feel warm and tingly again.

I kiss back, tugging at his hair as he presses me against the wall. I can feel my leg being wrapped around his waist as he hoists up my body, but just as Freddie nips at my jaw line, he stops. He puts me down, and runs a hand through his hair.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" I ask, confused.

Catching his breath, Freddie looks at me; his eyes no longer filled with lust, but with shame.

"I don't want you to think you did anything wrong," he starts, sitting down in the chair I was previously sitting in. "because you didn't. I want to give you that gift, that precious gift of sex when you're ready, and on an occasion where it's a nice setting." He bites down on his lower lip. "I don't want to be selfish and take what I want. I'm not Christian Grey. I'm not going to abuse you and use you during your first time."

I sit down with him, covering his hand with mine. I stroke his knuckles with my thumb.

"Look at me, Freddie." I say. Freddie does what I ask him to, and as his beautiful, iridescent eyes meet mine, I melt. Then, I continue to say what I was going to say next.

"Thank you."

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     After awhile, Freddie seemed quiet as we laid down in his backyard, the cool breeze greeting our faces as the crickets chirped their ever-present symphony.

"What's on your mind?" I ask. Freddie takes awhile to respond, until:

   "One of the limits you ask that I do for you is to stop drinking, correct?" He asks as he messes with a strand of grass.

"Yes," I state. "I think you'll be a lot happier without having to use something to fill a void. I want you to live a long time, especially if you want to be together."

Freddie nods. "Alright, then." He then rises his upper half of his body to tower over my own lain figure. Cupping my face with one hand, he brings me into a gentle kiss; the moonlight illuminating his hair and face. "I'll do that for you." He kisses my nose. "I'll do anything for you."

Knowing that he would stop drinking for the sake of our relationship made me truly happy. I knew he could do it. It was beneficial for both of us, just like the contract.

I had faith he wouldn't touch an ounce of alcohol again. I truly believe he can do it.

I really do.

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