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</div><b>Sterling Remington </b>sat in the plushly upholstered chair of suede leather, seemingly relaxed but eyes fixed upon the door across the room. Every detail of the room had been arranged with precision, with intent to impress; and, why wouldn't it be? The maverick businessman had secured a deal of a lifetime: direct opportunities and contacts to Zuleau in exchange for a personal assistant that did much more than file his paperwork. Minny Arden could only be described as a force of nature, and though they held a sort of stalemate when it came to the brinkmanship of negotiation, Sterling knew that the gift of her lover was not one offered lightly.<br/><br/>With a breath that ended up becoming a sigh, Sterling glanced at his phone once again. He'd done so multiple times daily since he learned that Brigitte would be on loan to him to use, to fuck, to simply be with. Sterling's chiseled features lit up white as Brigitte's face peered back at him. She looked exquisitely French, playfully mysterious, and undeniably erotic. The eyes gave her an allure that sold Sterling. And, any minute, both she and her owner would enter through that door ...<br/><br/>Sterling glanced at the bottles of wine that sat upon the side bureau, the white chilled and the red already aerated in a carafe. Several crystal glasses from his personal collection stood at the ready to be used as needed. In his heart, Sterling doubted that the wine would be touched; there would be a very different drug and enticement that would intoxicate all involved. He had little idea about the exact nature of the "hand-off" (as Mistress Minny put it) but he sensed that she wanted a display of theater. For whose benefit he could not say; Sterling just wanted the dark-haired submissive and get to claiming her.<br/><br/>That reminded him ...<br/><br/>With his phone already out, Sterling tapped at the email the Domme sent to him about the "ground rules". It was ... unusual for a dominant, such as himself, to be given conditions and parameters when it came to sexual and erotic engagements. In fact, he was one to break past and through such presumptions, which always yielded thrills that endeared whomever he used to his personality. Respect was paramount, of course, but he scanned the text to review the conditions.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px"><u>THE RULES</u><br/>
1. Brigitte belongs to me, period. <br/>
2. She is being lent to you, do not presume ownership or any entitlements.<br/>
3. Only I refer to her as 'Kitten' or '<i>Chaton</i>'. You may name her as you wish.<br/>
4. She will refer to you as 'Regent', as you are acting in my stead.<br/>
5. As her Owner, I reserve the right to claim her at any time.<br/>
6. She submits to your dominance by choice, and she can depart at any time.<br/>
7. Do not discuss topic related to myself or my business.<br/>
8. Agree to safe-words and respect them, along with her limits.<br/>
9. If you harm her in any way, I will fucking crucify you. </span>​</div><br/><br/>The businessman had the distinct impression that his mother was giving him a precious toy, or the keys to the car, and allowing him to demonstrate his responsibility. Being made to feel like a child was not something that happened to Sterling, but this was a unique and unusual situation. Sterling knew that he had to toe the line in order to continue to be in Mistress Minny's good graces. Sterling worked to put all such trivialities out of his mind as he heard what could only be heel steps outside the hotel room. Though carpeted, the sounds of approach from the hallway stirred butterflies in the man's stomach. Hearing the magnetic lock unlatch made his heart stop in anticipation.<br/><br/>Sterling held his breath as he watched two amazing and beautiful women enter the room.<i>Show time</i>.