Frost (Rolling Thunder MC Birmingham #3) - Candace Blevins Page 0,70

underwear at all, for special occasions.

Cheyenne needs Frost’s permission to orgasm, 24/7/365.

Cheyenne will not act submissive around the kids or when at work, but she will immediately obey all of Frost’s orders, otherwise. Discussion about not liking an order should happen later, not when the order is given (see below).

Cheyenne is Frost’s biggest treasure. She will take care of herself and keep herself safe.

Cheyenne will always be available to Frost via text or phone, and if she realizes she won’t be and it can’t be helped, she will notify him to let him know before it happens.

Cheyenne will come to Frost and talk to him anytime the power exchange isn’t working for her, no matter how small the issue. The best time to discuss this is over breakfast, or at the first private meal, or any time after their first meal when the couple has privacy. This should not be put off until later — it should be discussed within twelve hours of the incident if possible, and no farther out than twenty-four hours.

There was more legal wording, and then a notation that a signature wasn’t necessary, that a verbal agreement was all the parties needed between themselves.

And that, more than anything else in this agreement, was a testament to how well this man knew me. There is no way in hell I’d have signed my name to this piece of paper, but I had no problem whatsoever agreeing to it verbally.

Okay, so maybe one small issue.

“The first item, I think you want me to argue with you, but I’m not going to because I know you’ll never do anything to screw with the kids’ perception of us as a healthy, working couple. You want them to find healthy relationships when they grow up, and you know they’ve seen two that didn’t last. You feel responsible for them.”

He nodded.

“I’m going to want to decide what I wear to the clubhouse, most of the time. I don’t think you understand the way women work. What I wear is a reflection of my personality, of who I am. It’s important.”

He sat back, clearly considering my argument. I sat quietly for nearly two minutes, waiting. Finally, he leaned forward and crossed through the “at the clubhouse” portion of that line, and then wrote in another bullet point, below the others. “Frost will have the power of veto for Cheyenne’s outfits worn to the clubhouse or at RTMC events, and Cheyenne will take Frost’s advice into consideration when deciding what to wear to in-town events. For out of town events, or when we have out-of-town chapters visiting, Cheyenne will follow Frost’s directives regarding her clothing.”

“So long as you’ll let me negotiate within those directives,” I told him. “Tell me what you’re going for and I’ll find an outfit that does it, and that still lets my personality shine through.”

“And trust that if I’m adamant about an outfit, it’s important,” he countered.

“Only if you’ll explain why.”

“I may not always be able to explain, but if I can, I will.”

My turn to decide what I was willing to agree to. I didn’t take two minutes, but I still sat and took my time. Finally, I told him, “Okay. Worst case scenario, we can’t reach an agreement and I stay home.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“I don’t think it will. I trust you to listen to me, you trust me to listen to you. We’ll figure it out.”

He nodded. “Okay, then I can give my verbal agreement. Can you?”

“Yes. I agree to these stipulations.”

“Excellent. I have a request for your clothing for the New Year’s party at the clubhouse. I need you to look both badass and sexy, and I want you to wear black and silver. Black jeans, the black riding boots I bought you, and I don’t care about the color of the shirt as long as it shows acres of cleavage. I’d also like for the ripped abs to show, but that can either be because the shirt is short, or that it’s so damned tight it’s like it’s painted on. Oh, and I need the makeup and hair to look badass, too. Can you work with that?”

Well, that wasn’t what I expected. Not at all. For some reason, I thought he’d put me in a miniskirt and exercise bra, or something equally not me, but I had no issue with what he was saying. It fit the party, and it fit me when I was at the party. It was Cheyenne and

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