Chapter Forty-Seven: Now

“Kidding? Afraid not, girl. That's the name on the consent form: Christopher D’Amico. Do you still want me to let you down? We need your consent to prep you.”

“Oh yeah, but not my consent to kidnap me.”

I ask, rolling my eyes, even though she can't see that action.

“Hey, you know the play runs on thrills.”

Who the hell told Christopher about the ritual? Hah! Taz must have.

Ugh, this is why I never wanted to get involved with him.

A claiming ritual, huh?

Basically, a submissive is placed in the middle of a room in the most lewd outfit as she chooses her dom/master in front of her sex partners, and of course, there is a great deal of obscene sex involved, but if Taz had told him everything about the ritual steps, he never would have accepted.

After the ritual, you aren't allowed into the club without your partner’s consent, both subs and doms.

If this is how Christopher communicates after an argument, then I'll show him how I communicate, too.

I don't mind never coming here if I choose