I peeked at Ares, then back at the contract. I’m utterly speechless; my tongue is literally tied right now.
This is unbelievable, but the document right in front of me said otherwise, and it was a glimpse of what I was getting myself into.
"A contract..." My voice came off in a mere whisper. "Shocking."
"I told you arrangements will be made."
I suddenly recalled that night when I signed the marriage contract, so this is what he meant by that.
"I didn’t realize fucking Ares King requires a contract."
The Devil smiled, and a shiver ran up my spine. Forget when I said that Ares can be the simplest person sometimes; he’s borderline complicated, and digging through the ice that enclosed him was the height of insanity.
"Take a look."
"And if I don’t want to?"
"Your choice."
I inhaled and exhaled sharply, descending my gaze back to the document, breath shaky as my eyes read the words.
This is an intimacy agreement between the Husband and the wife. It is related to the first and one of the same.
Both parties acknowledge that this agreement is meant to guide their private relationship. This document reflects the dynamic chosen.
The Husband leads.
The Wife obeys.
My breath shuddered as I went through the next part, feeling my insides shake in excitement.
It further stated that the wife willingly acknowledges that the Husband takes the leading role, and the Husband, in return, takes responsibility for the Wife’s pleasure and desires.
That means Ares had total control.
Okay... I feel like getting off this table and fleeing this office, but stupid me was still glued there, drowning in those blue eyes.
I’m seriously screwed.
"Trust is needed," he stated calmly. "And loyalty."
I chewed the inside of my mouth, reading the clause: Consent & Communication.
It mentioned that all intimacies between us of any kind must be consensual, and we may pause or stop with a chosen safe word.
Communication before and after intimacy was required. It further states that the Wife must offer honesty and subordination.
Titles would be used during intimacy, too.
"T-Titles. Does this mean we call each other names?"
"If needed," he murmured.
"Does that mean I get to call you daddy?"
He scowled. "No."
"I was just messing with you," I mumbled under my breath, a smirk playing on my lips.
Clearing my throat, I read the next clause. Exclusive touch. I eyed Ares before dipping my gaze.
During intimacy, only the Husband is permitted to touch the Wife.
That one line made me linger there for far too long before I read on. It further said the Wife agrees not to touch the Husband during intimacy; he was solely the initiator.
"I can’t touch you," I said, feeling a twisted feeling like a knife aimed at my heart. "Why?"
"Because I’m in control. Not you."
"B-But I have touched you... a lot."
"Have you?"
The weight of his words was like a slapping realization. To spare myself, I continued.
Boundaries. The Husband sets the rules, and the Wife follows. We would have shared personal space too.
I tensed when I felt Ares’ hand on my ribs, slipping under my cami, his cold touch causing goosebumps to prickle my skin, and the words blurred when I felt his breath on my neck.
I flipped the page, trying to ignore him. My heart skipped a few beats when I saw the clause. Nature Of Intimacy.
It was all in line that I accept every intimacy will involve aspects of dominance, and restraint led by the Husband. He also has full authority over it.
The listed intimacy included:
Verbal authority,
Obedience and,
Other non-harmful methods agreed by both parties.
Lastly, I was meant to agree to any form of intimacy led by the Husband with two words. "I consent."
I jerked when his hand moved upwards.
"Keep reading..." he instructed.
N-Next was confidentiality, and it stated that all intimate activities, discussions, and details would remain strictly between the Husband and Wife. No disclosure of the contents without permission.
I shuddered when my cami was rolled, and my tits were exposed, my nipples hardening at the delicate kiss of air.
"Done?"
"N-No..." I replied sharply, reading the last clause. Review.
This agreement may be reviewed and updated at any time as the relationship evolves.
"I’m done!" I sucked in breath when his hand cupped my tits.
"Not yet."
"Ares—"
"Flip the page."
I did as I was told, and it was suddenly deja vu.
Special Clause.
Number one: No condoms are allowed. The Husband will arrange for a private doctor to manage contraceptive supervision. All procedures and consultations will be handled with utmost care at the Husband’s expense.
"That’s—"
"My medical reports are attached."
I swallowed when he leaned and gave a lick around my hardened nipple.
Whatever I wanted to say went back in. It took a second before I looked back at the paper. I have never read anything at such speed before.
Number Two: The Wife must sleep in the Husband’s room, during or after intimacy, if he allows it.
Number Three: The Wife must wear something of the Husband to symbolize their dynamic.
Number Four: The Wife can ask anything of the Husband as a reward for good behaviour.
Number Five: Both parties have the right to terminate the contract at any time, but it doesn’t affect the first until it is decided otherwise.
I groaned when I felt his teeth grazing along my sensitive flesh. I angled backwards, my eyes meeting the high ceiling, lips parted wide as sparks stormed me, only to be gone like I had hallucinated the entire thing.
"Take your time," he murmured to my ear as he released me and walked out of the office, leaving me behind.
I tried to steady my breathing before I clenched the document in my hand, snapping back to reality. The gravity of my situation nearly knocked the air out of me.
What in the actual—!