Room For Rent [Part 12 - Compliance]

I’d been thinking about the letter all day, about what Jason’s face might look like when he found it lying on the kitchen table at lunch. Was it too strong? Too slutty? Too stern? I didn’t want to scare him off, and yet, at the same time, I wanted to let him know exactly what he was in for, and so I had drafted the letter at least four times, stopping once in the middle to make myself cum, my dirty thoughts getting the better of me.

Now, hearing the apartment so quiet when I returned home made my heart race with excitement. Did that mean…?

I placed my keys on the rack and walked toward the living room, my heels clicking against the wooden floor as I rounded the corner and found him exactly where my letter told him to be if he agreed to my proposal; flat on his back, legs spread, arms by his sides. Naked. Waiting.

Oh my god.

He was mine to play with.

He had agreed.

Now it was time to have some fun…