The Bet

26) Debauchery

Brief Author's Note:
Make sure you have read chapter 25 before this one. It's part of a double update.
That's all:) Enjoy!

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"The Garden," I read the name out loud as we arrived at the club.

  Camila grinned. "It's cute, right? It's kind of an inside joke between me and my co-owner."

"Oh. . . neat," I replied. I have too many other questions whizzing around my head to ask her to elaborate, most of them revolving around what we are, but the name is still fun.

  She shook her head at my distracted state and threw an arm over my shoulder to bring me back to earth.

  It's funny that sometimes her touch makes me feel out of this world and others it brings me back to it.

  That dichotomy is one of my favorite parts of being a submissive. Dominants help you lose yourself in pleasure and then reel you back in with aftercare or discipline.

  It's sexy.

  "I can tell you're nervous," she whispered in my ear as we entered the dimly lit building. "Don't be. There's no pressure. It's not like we're anything official."

  I paused in my tracks in the small hallway that I assume leads to the bigger club. What could possibly be going through her mind that makes her think a statement like that would be comforting to me?

Knowing I would never ask a question like that to her face, I tried to recover as gracefully as possible and continue walking. Hopefully she just thinks I was letting my eyes adjust to the light or something silly like that.

The moment her hand tightened on my shoulder though, stopping us from moving any farther into the club, I knew it wouldn't be that simple.

"That wasn't very comforting was it?" She chuckled at herself as she analyzed my probably flushed face and stiff form.

I chewed on my lip, contemplating on weather I should be honest or not. I know she's just trying her best.

Luckily, Miss Camila continued with the conversation without me. "That wasn't very comforting," she deduced with an assured nod after studying me a little further. "Sorry. Let's try that again," she started over with a reassuring smile. "No official roles or relationship dynamics have been discussed. Therefore, you are under no obligation to act any certain way, and can behave any way you like," she reiterated.

Even though her attentive gaze is making me feel quite shy, it actually does sound a lot more comforting put that way. "Oh. . . That makes sense."

I fiddled with the hem of my dress. But how do I say 'I just wanna do whatever you tell me to' without sounding weird?

"Unless you want to just sign a contract now?"

I felt my eyes light up at that. "What?"

She shrugged casually, but had a knowing look in her eye. "You don't seem too excited about the 'acting casual' plan," she chuckled, "and a contract with the club is a logical next step for us in my mind. Unless you disagree, I would be happy to make us something official."

  Oh my goodness, a contract is exactly how you say 'I just wanna do whatever you tell me to' without sounding weird.

  She continued when she noticed she still very much had my attention. "I just didn't, and still don't, want to pressure you into signing a contract you aren't ready for, but if you are comfortable with it, then I'm one hundred percent game," she smiled, leaving the ball one hundred percent in my court.