The Rules

Mr Pierce looks at me and waits.

"Your safeword?" he asks again.

"I stick to the traffic light system. It makes it easier and means there are no excuses for not stopping," I explain.

"You think I would ask for your safeword just to ignore it and carry on?" He tilts his head.

"I don't know you, Mr Pierce, and it wouldn't be the first time someone pretended they forgot my safe word, so traffic lights, even the most vanilla people know red means stop!" I snap.

"Well, those who ignored your safeword shouldn't even have permission to touch you in such a way," his words are low and almost a growl. "I assure you, regardless of your safeword, you say it, I stop," he stares into my eyes.

I nod. "I'll stick with the traffic light system, thanks," I reply.

"Your Limits? I need to know what they are. As I said, I've yet to find someone who can tolerate my sadistic tendencies. I'm hoping the amount you get will mean that you at least fake it like you enjoy it," he says, and I almost laugh.

"Watersports is a big no, along with scat. Knife play is fine as long as it isn't deep enough to cause scars. Same with fireplay, I'm fine with it as long as it doesn't go any further than first-degree burns, so stop before it hits that mark to be safe," I explain, and he stands looking at me amused.

What else are my limits? "Anal fisting is off limits, as well as any vomit play; I'm not sure how anyone can find that a turn-on," I explain.

"Any other things?" He asks and waits.

No, the fact is my limits are very limited. I've done most of it during filming. This will be no different, at least I know, or hope he won't try to do something I have said is my hard limit.

"Those are my only limits, oh and mutilation. I like my clit thank you," I smirk.

"Now, now, Alexis, I would never mutilate a woman. There's a line between sadistic and beast; I won't cross it."

Oh, there's a line? So, mutilation of a female's genitals is a beast move? I almost laugh. Half the stuff he is probably going to do to me some will see as a beast move.

Some will see it as it is, sadistic tendencies of dominant males.

"So, those are your only limits?" he asks again. "You need to speak up now, Alexis, as later it will be too late. Then what will you do?" He leans in and licks along my neck. "Say the safeword to save yourself from your lie?" he asks.

"Those are my limits. This isn't my first rodeo. I've also been in rooms like this before. So if you want to whip me full force, do it. If you want to wrap your hand around my throat-" I say and wrap my hand around my own throat. "And squeeze until I am sure I am going to die, do it. If you want to see marks across my body from your sadism, do it. Who knows, I might actually get off from it," I doubt it, it's rare I get off from anything these days.

His eyes light up with interest and I watch the slow smirk that spreads across his face.

"Now, now, Alexis, let's not tempt the sadist to test your pain limits; it would be a shame for you to scream the safeword," his words growled, and my body shook. "Going forward, you will address me as Sir. During the scene, you will follow my orders as you would any dominant or master. Refusal or acting like a brat will bring about punishments to teach you to stay in line," he says.

My body shakes at his words. How is this affecting me? God, anything else, and I'm like a statue, broken, used, and bored. This, though? My body is already on fire.

"So the script, what is the plan, how will it go?" I ask.

"Script?" He stands smirking. "Oh no, Alexis, there is no script; we're doing this real-time. We're not making a p**n video that shows it's scripted; we go with the flow. Hence I asked for your limits. It means there are no awkward moments or switches between script sections. Just one long, perfect session." He growls the words into my ear, and I almost moan out loud.

Shit.

"The bathroom is there, Alexis. Your outfit is hung up for you. I shall speak to your manager regarding expanding today, considering it's already been so long," his words have me nodding.

I walk into the bathroom and look around; the entire bathroom is just as big as that room was. Standing, I remove my clothes and lingerie.

Washing myself slightly using the sink, I dry and put on the small leather outfit. I grab the mouthwash and quickly swirl it around my mouth.

I've no idea if he wants my hair up or down. I decide to plait it, once I've finished. I suck in a breath. I can do this, it's no different to other times.

Sure, there is no script, but he has my hard limits; I have the safeword, and he doesn't appear to be a sociopath or murderer, but what would I know?

Stepping out of the bathroom, I stop when I see him. Oh hell, I'm doing this. He's stood in just jeans. The button and zip are undone, which shows the perfect view of the V going down. I almost drool at the sight of him.

"Are you ready?" His words snap me back to reality. He's stood smirking like he knows he caught me admiring him. He did, I can't deny it, he did.

"I'm ready," I say, and my heart thuds in my chest.