Aurora's POV
I flipped the paper over with trembling fingers. My eyes blurred for a second as I saw the next list of requirements.
"Rule six," I continued, swallowing hard. "The Submissive will not speak of the Master to anyone. Not a friend, not a doctor, and especially not to your king. If a single word about our arrangement leaves your lips, the contract is void, the money is retracted, and we will never see each other again."
It was a death sentence. He was cutting me off from the world, ensuring that if things went wrong, I'd have nobody to turn to.
"Rule seven," I said, my voice growing colder. "The Submissive must keep a 'Submissive Kit' provided by the Master in her car or bag at all times. This kit will contain clothing, toys, and restraints as chosen by the Master."
