I negotiated this deal myself and I am proud of every clause.
One of them keeps me under Victor Douglas's roof every night until it closes.

He is broad through the shoulders and used to being obeyed. His knuckles are scarred and he will not say why.
The first night I hesitated over a page instead of refusing it.
He took me across his lap and corrected me by hand, bare, with the deal still spread on the table.
No argument. No apology. He went back to the pages.

That is the shame of it. Not his hand. That I hesitated again the next night on purpose.
He says my name over the paperwork and heat drops low in me.

Tonight there is another clause and another hesitation waiting.
Bend me over the table. Take his time. Correct me until I stop calling this business. Keep me there until he is satisfied.
My name is on those pages, my standing rides on this closing clean, and I get to that apartment early.
The limits we agreed on stopped holding weeks ago. Neither of us says so.
What am I if I ask him for it? What am I if I never do?

A full-length domestic discipline and spanking submission erotic novel featuring a professional negotiator and the counterparty who corrects her nightly.