Next ➳ Kaylor

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Taylor's POV

Just like Karlie said, a week after I recieved a letter with my new "instructions". It was just lying on her desk, with a small, bright, yellow sticker that said: take this, Taylor. When I came home, I just put my shoes down, got dressed to something more comfortable and sat on my bed. I opened the envelope and read out loud:

"Rules: A guide for Taylor Swift by Karlie Kloss."

I had to giggle at that.

"Rule number one: No romantic interactions in public places, such as coffee house or work."

"Rule number two: Taylor Alison Swift only listens to what Miss Kloss tells/orders her, doesn't matter if it's physical or not."

I decided to write down the most important rules down, or rules that I feel like they need to be mentioned:

Rule number three: Taylor Alison Swift will [belong] to Miss Kloss. She can't have any other boyfriend/girlfriend.

Rule number four: Taylor Alison Swift can't smoke or use any illegal drugs.

Rule number six: Taylor Alison Swift's fashion style can be changed by Miss Kloss. She has to wear everything what Miss Kloss orders.

Rule number nine: A personal hygiene is required. Taylor Alison Swift needs to wash herself at least twice a day, also wash her teeth and always use deodorant.

Rule number ten: Miss Kloss can buy any present for Taylor Alison Swift, and she has to accept them.

And (finally) Rule number thirteen: If Taylor Alison Swift does anything that will break any of the rules above, she will get some type of punishment.

I was scared when I was reading about the punishment. But I won't break the rules. I won't. Looking back at my childhood, I was always a good girl. I was playing outside with my brother and when mama called me, I came home, ate all my meal, did my homework, studied and went to sleep. She was practically never angry on me.

Even at school. I was never late, I don't remember forgetting my homework and my grades were pretty high. I tried to enjoy life more, especially when I was a teenager, but I still had just the "good" college friends that were already asleep at 8 p.m.

So thinking about what relationship I am having now, I feel so mature and grown up. Nobody who knows me would think that someone like me would date someone like Karlie. It's still a bit harder for me to understand that being with Karlie won't mean going to cinema on friday or kiss in the middle of Paris.

But maybye... Maybye it's more than that.

I heard the phone ringing. I got up very quickly, which meant I dropped my envelope on the ground, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Good evening, Taylor," a woman voice said. And I knew.

"What's happening, Karlie?"

"I hope nothing. I was just curious if you read the rules already?"

"Um... actually... I did."

"And?"

"And I accept them."

"This quickly?" She asked with a confused tone of her voice. I was too quick for her.

"Yes. Look, I... Understand you might think that I don't get how responsible I need to be while using these rules, but I do. I like our relationship like this. I'm still young and I feel more free like that. The only different thing is that it's my first relationship with a woman, but I just need to get used to it."

I was speaking so quietly, I didn't want anybody to hear my words. I didn't want anybody to know I prefer the same gender.

"Fine Taylor. Thank you. I'm glad that you are so clever to understand this whole situation," Karlie said kindly, warming my heart.

"Great, so by-"

"Taylor..." she breathed out, scaring the hell out of me. I held my phone tightly, not very sure what she's going to say.

"Are you... Are you scared of me?"

Karlie's POV

"Are you... Are you scared of me?" I asked Taylor. Finally.

She has been so open to me lately, and this was probably the biggest question for me since the day 1. Is she? I wanted her to say no. I wanted her to start laughing and say something girly like: "I'm scared that you'll steal all my nail polishes" or something. If so, I would drive straight to her house and fuck her.

What she doesn't know is that I really want to do that. I want her. I need her. I want her head between my legs. I want to see her tied up on my bed. I want to hear her beg me.

But on the other side, I want to buy her candy and visit Disneyland with her and kiss her under the stars and I don't know why. I've never ever felt the same way about any other women I dated. They were just my slaves. I sent them the rules, they accepted them, drove straight to my house, we had perfect sex - perfect for me. They trusted me so much and they thought about romantic future with me, and I just dumped them.

Why? Because they were stupid, useless sluts with no opinion at all. Just porcelain dolls you can only play once with, and when you break them, you need to fix them completely to play with them again. And I don't have time to fix a cheap doll when there are plenty more.

Taylor is special. Taylor is more than them. I don't have to remain her how she can call me outside work just as I don't have to remain her how she has to call me at work. And she is very innocent, so innocent that it's so seductive to me.

And it's important for me to know that she trusts me.

"I... am," she whispered after a while. I knew it was hard for her to tell me this. "Just a little bit."

"That's okay, Taylor," I said, holding my head. "Thanks for being honest with me. See you in work tomorrow!"

She giggled. What? Is she going to make fun of me now?

"What is it?" I asked, annoyed.

"Tomorrow is Saturday," she giggled again. "We don't work on Saturdays."

"Ah... true. So.. um... bye... I gu.. guess..." I mumbled and quickly ended the call in emberassement.

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