“Don’t do that,” Cisco snapped, “I want to see your eyes when we speak. You will only look down at the club or in the presence of other Doms when they have their subs in protocol.” Cisco put his fingers under Greg’s chin and lifted it up; caressing Greg’s lip with his thumb.
“Your duties include the running of this household. I expect you to cook, do most of the cleaning and to service me in the bedroom. I also expect intelligent conversation. In return, I’ll take care of the finances and give you an allowance of twenty-five percent of your net salary and the rest will go toward an investment portfolio; which will give you the means to start over should this not work out. Any questions?” Cisco made a few more notes on the pad.
“Shouldn’t I contribute to the household expenses?”