”I closed my eyes. “Rules, I have rules. You know that.”“I’m losing all sense and control over the course of what's to come. My teeth want t... nibble.”“I think losing control with you would be fun and there are things you would teach me, but I have rules.”Smooth laughter filled my ears. “Should we ever have that chance, only one rule would be there.”“And what's that?”“Complete caring and trust. It would have to be with both of those things. Now back to how I would warm you up.” The voice in my. Oh God, I wish someone could, like, control my mind and make me a slut too!’ ‘Mmm, fuck, are you on the pill?’ Darius asked Scarlett. She was still bucking, her hair flying, and apparently oblivious. ‘Scarlett. Are you on the pill?’ He demanded. She giggled. ‘Oh my God, are you gonna knock me up, you stud? Oh fuck, that’s so hot, I can’t...oh my God I’m such a slut, I can’t have a child, fuck me but-’ This is not the day I ruin my life with an unwanted child just because some slut is. Jade just looked at him and said flatly, without emotion, "You ARE my slave. I tell you what to do and you do it or you get punished. I control everything. I have the money, the house, the cars, everything. You have nothing. But if you don't like it you can always leave. I might allow you to take a few dresses and such, but you will have to leave with essentially nothing. Sorry to have to put it that way, but this is the way I like it and this is going to be the way it is unless you choose to. They both were wise enough to remain completely quiet. And Brent knew how he was going to manage this.Since he always went running most mornings, this would be his salvation. His shoes were on the floor by the closet. He opened his dresser drawer and grabbed a T-shirt. The drawer above that was quickly opened and he grabbed a pair of socks. Now came the tricky part. The bottom of his bedroom window was at about chest level. His low boy dresser was in front of it, as well as his record player.