His Plans

Going through my bag I place the sample contract down.

"When are we sorting out a contract, you haven't mentioned it, why?"

"Is that what you want?" He looks at me, waiting. As I go to talk, his hand raises. "To me, we were dating. If you would rather have a contract and make it less serious, then I will agree."

Dating?

Sighing, he leans closer. "I didn't mention it to you because I didn't want to restrict it to that. I was happy to date you and have more than I normally would. If that isn't what you want, then fine. I will sort out a contract."

He has it wrong. "Alaric, I didn't mean a contract that states this is not serious, won't move forward, and is purely about lifestyle. A few times, you have mentioned you won't go any further with me in those rooms until we have this side sorted."

I enjoy spending those nights with him in that room, and I don't want it restricted. "I'm not saying we stop dating, and I'm not saying we have a contract like you had with your past submissives with