Annabeth's POV

It was longer than I expected. The contract, that is. It weighed heavy in my hands as I tried to read the conditions. But it was impossible to concentrate with Percy sitting across from me, awaiting my decision. I managed to sustain my attention long enough to register the first sentence:

This document sets forth the material terms of the agreement between Percy Jackson (the dominant) and Annabeth Chase (the submissive).

"I have a question," I blurted out.

"Already?"

"You, dominating me…" Those words felt good coming out of my mouth. "Is that just in the bedroom? Or all the time?"

He got up out of his seat and started walking in my direction, stopping when he was positioned behind me.

"If you read clause six…" He offered out his index finger. I used it to trace a line down the page to the clause in question. "You will see, I have no desire to control your life. You are an independent woman." He curled his pointed finger around my pinky. "But in the bedroom, you're mine."

I can deal with that.

He leaned into me, and I could feel his heart racing. Was he nervous?

Does Percy Jackson get nervous?

"I know this is a lot of information. But the premise is simple."

"Yeah? Tell me," I was practically salivating at this point.

"As my sub, you will do anything and everything I say. For my pleasure, and for yours." He paused for dramatic effect. "Or you will deal with the consequences.

Percy's POV

Leaning into her as she read the meticulously crafted contract was foreplay in and of itself. I felt my pants become tighter as I eagerly awaited her decision. She sat in silence for a while, and I worried she was getting cold feet; that she was going to suddenly stand up and walk out of my house. Or worse, walk out of my life. But when she leaned back into my hardness, causing it to grow even further, I thought that maybe, finally, I had actually won her over. I heard the rustle of her sleeve as she reached for the pen I had positioned next to the contract.

"Just one more question," she said.

Damn. So close.

"What's that?"

"How will I know the difference between Dom-Percy and Regular-Percy?"

It was a great question with an easy answer.

"Trust me, mio piccolo topo. You'll know."

At long last, she gave me her John Hancock. And just like that, Annabeth was mine.

Annabeth's POV

My hand scribbled out the same signature I used daily on receipts, bills, checks, and the like. But this time, it was different. This time, I was agreeing to be something I only understood from a few cursory Google searches. And there was no turning back.

"So…" I looked up at min, confused, unsure of what was coming next. "What now? Are you going to fuck me?"

I can't believe I just said that.

He shook his head.

"No?"

NO?

My confusion continued to mount. He reached for my hand and started leading me down the hallway toward the room. After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached the door. He stopped short and turned to me.

"Once we enter this room, I expect complete and utter obedience. Do you understand?"

I saw a change in his expression, a fire in his eyes I had never seen before. I suddenly understood what he meant. He was different as Dom-Percy.

"Annabeth, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, sir."

Oh shit. So, that's how it's going to be.

"Yes, sir," I repeated.

He flung the door open and pulled me into the dark room. I had barely a second to get my bearings before he picked me up and pushed me into the wall, hovering his lips over mine. I moved to kiss him.

"Don't you dare."

But I need to.

"Eyes on me," he asserted as he shoved me deeper into the wall. "You know what a safe word is, right?"

I nodded.

"We're going to do a traffic light system. 'Green' means go. 'Yellow' means slow down. If you need me to stop, 'Red.'"

Simple enough.

"Remember to be honest with me. I'm testing your limits, but I will not be disappointed if you need to stop the scene."

So that's what this is called? A scene? I've definitely been watching the wrong shows.

He continued to speak, inching closer and closer to my mouth.

"You are mine for the touching and tasting. You may orgasm as many times as you want…" A smile spread over my face at the thought. "As long as you ask for permission."

He was dead serious. And that might be a difficult promise to keep. I was already on the verge. In an instant, he flung me onto the red silk duvet of his four poster bed. Before I knew it, my wrists were bound by ropes attached to the headboard. He flashed a blindfold at me…a warning of what was to come.

"It will heighten your senses," he promised.

He slipped the blindfold over my eyes, and suddenly, I was thrust into darkness.

"What color, Annabeth?"

"Huh?" I couldn't see any colors. I couldn't see anything.

"Traffic lights."

Oh right.

I was already forgetting the rules. He could tell I was beginning to panic, the reality, the danger of the situation setting in.

"Stay with me, Bella," he whispered. "Stay with me."

I thought for a moment. Throwing caution to the wind, I managed to say, "Green."

With that simple word, Percy attacked my breasts, unleashing them from the confinement of my shirt and bra. He licked and sucked at my nipples while I withered underneath him. I was shocked to find I was about to orgasm from the act alone.

"Percy—I'm about to—"

"Not until you ask me. Beg me." He flicked his tongue on the tip of my hardened left nipple.

"Please? Can I please cim?"

He said nothing.

"Please, sir?"

I didn't care how desperate I sounded. I was desperate. With his face still buried in my breasts, he pressed two fingers on the spot down there, where I needed it most. "Yes, you may."

I cried out as my body rippled with pleasure. It was the most overpowering sensation I had ever felt in my life. My body continued to vibrate as the feeling washed over me again and again.

Percy's POV

I wasn't going to give her time to recover. No fucking way. I pawed at her drenched panties before pushing them to the side and feeling my way along her seam. She was panting and moaning, but I thought of a better use for her mouth. I lifted my fingers to her face.

"Suck them for me."

"Yes, sir."

Ugh.

I wanted to hear her say that a million more times. She took my fingers into her mouth, drenching them with her saliva. After a moment, I moved my hand from her lips back down to her other lips. I felt around for her tight hole and hovered when I finally found what I was looking for.

"Do you want my fingers inside you?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes!"

I let her anguish in the anticipation.

"Please."

I plunged my fingers into her warmth and felt her muscles tighten around them. Just like that, she shook underneath me, submitting to a second, more powerful organism. But she didn't ask for permission. And that means—

I quickly withdrew my fingers from her screaming hole. By the look on her face, she knew she was in trouble.

"I'm sorry."

"You disobeyed me."

"I didn't mean to. Put your fingers back inside me. Or your penis. Anything."

"Don't tell me what to do," I growled at her. "You need to be punished."

I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her body over, so her arms were crossed above her head. I lightly swatted her ass so she could get a sense of what was coming next.

"Color?"

Please, don't say red. This is too good.

The word 'green' slipped out of her mouth again. I delivered a sharp, firm slap. She yelped. I did it again. I hovered my hand over her now-red butt.

"I will go easy on you this time," I said, rubbing my hand over her ass instead of spanking it for a third time. "But never do that again."

She whimpered, almost sounding disappointed I didn't slap her again.

That's my girl.

"I am going to put my fingers inside of you. I will move them and forth ten times." She nodded in anticipation. "You must orgasm on the tenth time. Got it?"

Annabeth's POV

I heard him, loud and clear. I quivered as he ran his fingers along my ass crack, finally landing back on my hole. He shoved his fingers inside and began counting down.

"Ten, nine, eight…" With every motion of his hands, I screamed. "Seven, six, five…" I nearly climaxed but recovered. Then he started rubbing my clit. "Four, three, two…"

Thank god.

"One."

For the third time that night, my body reeled from the most delicious, perfect orgasm. I have never before experienced multiple orgasms in one session before. But as it turned out, I really really liked getting told what to do.

What can I say? I'm a people pleaser.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of two new text messages. I had the biggest smile on my face as I rolled away from Percy toward the nightstand to pick up my phone. My smile faded when I saw Octavian had reached out again.

Octavian: Meet me at the office at 11am. It's urgent.

Octavian: Your job is on the line.

I eyed Percy nervously before drafting my reply.

Annabeth: I'll be there.

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