Robert's POV

Even though it couldn't have gone any better, I was left feeling disappointed in the choice that Jerry and I made.

I mean, realistically, I never thought I could be his boyfriend. Sure, I could flirt and dream and have a crush, but he was twenty. He didn't even like me as much as I liked him. And I'd feel better if he found another young man to be with.

Still, I couldn't shake my feelings for Jerry.

But I could ignore them. So that was my plan: ignore my feelings and show Jerry what a good Dom was like.

"So, is this like legally binding?" Jerry asked, eyes wide, as he looked at the stack of papers I had before us.

I chuckled and kissed his cheek. "Nope. The purpose is to make sure that we have a list of what we like and don't like, as well as the rules we agree to. I also want you to pick a safe word."

Jerry clapped and bounced up and down. "Fuck yeah! I've been waiting my whole life for this moment. I want my safe word to be...wait, I have to think."

He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through an app.

I squinted at his phone. "What are you doing?"

"Okay, so basically I wanna pick a safe word that's aesthetically pleasing," Jerry said, waving a hand flippantly. "My aesthetic is a lot of light greens and oranges— you probably noticed that."

I nodded. I was a liar. I hadn't noticed that even a little bit.

"So I kind of want a— oh! I know!" Jerry said, snapping his fingers. "I want my safe word to be cactus. That way I can buy a cute little green cactus necklace...you know what I'm talking about? Here, ready, I'll find a cute picture. See?"

He showed me an adorable little cartoon of a blushing cactus. "That's...cute," I said, totally lost.

"Exactly!" Jerry chirped. "Now I can buy cute cacti pillows and stuff and nobody will know the true reason."

This was very intricate planning. "Jerry...are you sure you'll remember the word, in case you actually need to use it? Because it's one thing to pick it for...aesthetic purposes? And another to pick it because it'll be the first thing you think of."

He smiled brightly. "I'll remember. Okay, so I've filled out all my kinks — I wrote urination three times by the way — added in my safe word...now what? Rules?"

I was extremely excited to get to the rules portion. "I already have an idea for a rule: never talk to Adam Lincoln ever again until the day that you die."

Jerry looked at me, deadpan. "Muffin. He is my professor. And class participation is part of our final grade!"

"Hm...that's an issue. Well, I'll come up with an alternate solution." Such as kicking his teeth in. "For me personally, exclusivity is a must. I know there are a lot of Doms and subs who have multiple contracts with many people, but I can't handle that. The whole 'sharing of subs' thing gets on my nerves. Are you okay with that?"

For some reason, Jerry's cheeks went pink and his eyes were wide. "Yeah... so like I'll definitely be your submissive at the club, right?"

I nodded. "Oh, absolutely. I was thinking we should get you a collar with my name on it."

I wasn't joking, and neither was Jerry. He shivered a little and nodded, eyes nodded. "Oh fuck yeah, we can do that. This is hot as fuck, you know that, right?"

"Absolutely," I agreed, kissing his nose. "I also...I don't want you talking to other Dominants at the club, either. Unless we agree ahead of time that it's okay. And if someone does try to talk to you, you can direct them to me."

Jerry hesitated with that one. "Why? I like talking."

Huh. I wasn't used to having to explain myself to submissives, but I liked it.

"Well, a few reasons. The main reason is that when a Dom talks to you, it is almost always to flirt, which pisses me off. Another reason is that I want your undivided attention at the club. And, of course, because I'm unapologetically territorial." I smirked at him and his blush turned me on even more. "This contract makes you mine, remember?"

Jerry's mouth parted and he nodded. "Oh, shit. Yeah, okay. So it's just strangers who are Dominants?"

"Exactly."

He pursed his lips thoughtfully. "What happens when I want to talk to someone?"

I ruffled his hair and he leaned into my touch. "The point isn't to socially isolate you. You can ask me to talk to whoever you want and I'll say yes. But I don't like the idea of random Dominants approaching you first and causing trouble. If you're my submissive, you're mine to take care of."

"Wow— is it hot in here?" Jerry said, fanning at his face. "I feel hot. Okay, so that's two rules. I don't have any rule ideas, but I have a question?" At my nod, he continued. "Can I get that collar today?"

He was so eager, and that was so fucking sexy. "Oh, absolutely."

Jerry swallowed hard and nodded. "Awesome. What are my other rules?"

"Honesty at all times," I said. "Although that probably won't be an issue with us."

Jerry beamed, winking obnoxiously. "I'm as transparent as an ultra-thin condom."

I snorted and shook my head at him. "I believe you. Considering you had no problem telling me that you made out with Adam Lincoln, even though I absolutely hate him and want to crush him like a very small bug."

Jerry blinked. "So. Um, you're not gonna get over that one quickly, huh?"

"No."

He bounced and pointed back at the papers. "C'mon, please give me another rule! This is fun. It's like school and I love school."

This kid was definitely unhinged. "Have I ever told you that you're totally weird?" I asked, shaking my head at him.

"Shush!" he whined, grabbing onto my bicep and holding me. "Please, Master Robert." He batted his lashes. "No, wait. Please, Sir, give me more rules to follow."

He was joking. I knew he was joking. So why did I get a boner anyway? My dick had officially lost its mind.

"Okay, if you insist," I drawled. "One more rule. This one is for our scenes. Whenever we're in a scene, I want the first thing you do to be take off your clothes and kneel in the center of the room. Use that time to shift your mentality, find your submission. From then on, you'll call me Sir and Master."

Jerry swallowed hard, his pupils dilating. "Well, there's only one thing I can say to that. Sir, yes, Sir."

I pulled out a pen and offered it to him with a smile. "Ready to sign?"

"Fuck yes!"

We both signed our contract and sealed the deal with a kiss. The moment we made our agreement, Jerry's phone chimed.

"Look!" he gasped, showing me the text. "Finn just said that Club Penguin is back! I have a Dom, I'm about to get my very own collar, and Club Penguin came back? Today is the greatest day ever."

And then he was beaming, and bouncing, and his eyes were sparking, and holy shit it was really hard to control how much I wanted to kiss him.

"That is the most ridiculous thing I think I've ever heard," I said, tugging him into my lap. "But you're fucking adorable."

We kissed and I tugged him close, heart pounding with happiness. Whether or not his heart belonged to me, this boy was mine. He could have anyone at the club, but he chose me. It was a privilege to be with him.

"I think this is gonna be a lot of fun," he chirped, cheeks pink and brown eyes filled with excitement. "Although, if you don't pee on me stat, I'm gonna flip."

"I'll pee on you, I promise! ...Wow, that's a sentence I never thought I'd say someday."

Instead of rolling around in the sheets (like I'd planned) Jerry tugged me up and commanded me to go get his collar. "C'mon, my Dom," he said, clinging to my bicep. "Buy your queen her crown— goddamn it, I really wish that I had long hair to flip right now. Is that gay of me?"

"It's the gayest thing I've ever heard."

"Fuck yes!"

We piled in the car and headed to Patricia's store. "She does custom engravings," I explained to Jerry on the way. "So you can pick out your favorite and we'll decide what to put on it."

"What do most sub's have on their collars?" Jerry asked. He was holding my hand as I drove, which was making my stomach do flip-flops. "I haven't seen a lot of sub's collars up close at the club. Actually, maybe not too many subs have collars, I don't know. Eep! I'm sister psyched!"

"Sometimes the names of their Dominants, other times it's a phrase, like 'slave' or 'good girl' or whatever," I explained, but I couldn't help but add in, "Will you please tell me what this whole sister thing is? Now that I'm your Dom?"

"Nope!" he chirped, giving me a shit-eating grin. "That's for you to find out."

I groaned. "Fine, but that's gonna take forever..."

"Maybe I'll get 'sister submissive' written on my collar..." he mused, looking like he was honestly considering it. "That would be pretty cute."

"Sorry, boy, but we have equal say in what goes on your collar," I said, smirking at him. "If anything, I have a little bit more of a say, since I'm buying it."

"But I own fifty-one percent of this damn company!" Jerry blurted, with some kind of bizarre accent. "I shall have my way."

I stared at him. Then I almost rear-ended the car in front of me. Then I went back to staring. "Please explain just one thing that you say. Ever."

He smirked. "I dunno, I got that one from RuPaul. I just hammed it up a bit."

"Does the sister thing come from RuPaul too?"

"You're silly!" Jerry cackled. "Do you want me to get your name on my collar? Like...Master Robert's? Ooh, ooh, or— okay, wouldn't it be funny if it said 'if found, return to Robert?'"

I smirked. "I was just thinking 'devil boy'."

"You ass," Jerry said, mashing his face into my bicep. He hadn't taken his hands off my arm since we'd made our contract, so I was starting to think that he was trying to attach himself to me permanently. Not that I was complaining. He was adorable.

"Here we are!" I said as we pulled up to the store. "We can at least find a collar that you like. Think about what you want while you look."

Jerry nodded, began to say, "Yes— eep! OMG." He covered his pink face with his hands. "I almost said 'yes sir'!"

"What's stopping you?" I said, grinning. "That would've been hot."

"AHHH!" Jerry squealed, pushing open the door and hustling away from me. I shut of the car, laughing, and chased after him.

"Let's go see what works," I said once I caught up, directing him to the wall of collars. "I was thinking that this one can be more decorative, for the club. And since the other one is practical and durable, we could use it during scenes."

Jerry squeezed my arm and winked at me. "Is the big and tough Dommy telling me to pick out the pretty one?"

I spanked his cute little butt and rolled my eyes. The words 'big and tough Dommy', for some ungodly reason, made me want to smile. I took that urge and shoved it way deep into the depths of my soul. I tried to conjure manly images to overcome it: construction sites, building porches, using a hammer, fixing a car.

Yup, nope, it didn't work. I still felt like blushing.

"You're a brat," I muttered. "Let's get a collar that says 'brat' on it."

Jerry beamed, like that was the highest of compliments.

"Absolutely— oh, look at that one! Master Robert, look! It's so cute." He reached on his tip toes to get the collar, so I stared at his tight ass. When he finally realized he couldn't reach it, he turned to me with big brown eyes. "Can you please get it for me, Sir?"

Oh geez. I'd give him anything for that smile. I cleared my throat and nodded. "Of course, sweet boy."

"Yay, thank you! It's the thin one with the flat, silver plate in the front. See? No, the black one. I think it's gonna go great with my crop tops."

I grabbed the small collar and held it in my hands. It was very simple— a thin black strip of leather, with a customizable silver plate on the front. "I like it," I admitted, feeling how soft and comfortable the material was. "Are you sure you don't want something...erm, sister flashier?"

Jerry snorted and burst into laughter. "You old man!" He wiped away a fake tear and grinned up at me. My heart squeezed. I never wanted that sparkle in his eyes to dull. "I like this one. But I have an idea. What if you pick the message on the front? And to make it fair...I think I wanna glue a necklace right here and here, so it dangles right below the words."

I smiled, because that was so Jerry. Of course he'd want to put his artistic touch on it. "That's perfect. I know the words I want on it."

We went up to the counter, hand-in-hand. The moment felt special, like we were picking out an engagement ring or something.

Patricia's employee looked up and smiled. We chatted a little bit, and then she asked, "What's the message that you'd like engraved?"

I smirked at Jerry. He looked curious, but excited.

"Master's boy."