(Asher)
Harlow put the folder down again. I knew we weren't getting any more real estate paperwork done now. She had questions, and I wanted her to ask every one of them. The last thing I wanted was for her to agree without knowing what she was agreeing to.
"Where do we start?"
"With what you want."
"I asked what you want."
"I know."
She stared at me like she was already annoyed. That didn't surprise me because Harlow wanted a direct answer. I had one, but this wasn't only about what I wanted. Her limits mattered just as much.
"I want you to trust me enough to give me control when we're alone."
"Control over what?"
"Your pleasure. Some of your choices in the moment. Following instructions when we've agreed that's what we're doing."
Her eyes stayed on mine. She didn't make a joke
