“…Yes Sir,” Obi gave a sly smile. The more they talked about it, the more he seemed to like it. “…My terms are simple. Don’t make me call you Master, obviously, and that’s about it. I’ll tell you if something is upsetting for me…I’m trusting you to stop if it is.”
Those were pretty simple terms honestly, and ones Embri agreed with fully. “I’d be more upset with you if you didn’t communicate such things with me. Communication is a massively important part of such an arrangement.” He smirked a little.
“As for my terms, you’re allowed to ask me for things you want, sexual or not, I like knowing what it is you prefer honestly, but it also means I take care of you, including if there’s just generally something you want, like treating you to food, or some other item you want. But one of my big ones is that while you’re mine, you don’t mess around with anyone else. The lap dances are fine, I won’t make you stop doing that, it’s harmless fun anyway, but no one else is allowed to bed you, if you know what I mean. That’s reserved for me, and me only. And, my second big thing is again, that you communicate with me. Don’t be afraid of upsetting me. Because I’ll actually be more upset if you don’t tell me things. And of course, truthfully, you have most of the power, since you can tell me to stop at any time, and I will. However it does allow me to do a lot of things I want with you. But this sort of arrangement also comes with other perks. Such as protection. It is a relationship of a sort, so you’re allowed to say you’re seeing someone, although considering the situation, probably best to keep that vague. But you can use it to ward off unwanted advances.” His smirk grew a bit wider, and he scooted right up next to the other now, so he could lean in and whisper in his ear. “And you being mine, means if I have to, I will absolutely kill to protect you.” Something he had a feeling Obi would like knowing.
