"I didn't say-- I do want sex. With you. You're not connecting the dots here." Simon smirked. "But it's not about the sex. An example? Let me tell you exactly how I'd want my tomorrow with you to go."

If Peter was going to misunderstand him and not really ask questions then Simon would be blunt.

"We wake up in the morning. I tell you to make me coffee and you do it. You're holding the cup and kneeling on the floor by the couch. I watch the news and have my coffee and then tell you that you're released until we leave. Meaning, you're just Peter and my not pet, but I choose your clothing. Or you ask me to wear something. If I don't like it, I say no and you don't argue. We go to help with the bus. John wants you to hang out for dinner. You ask me permission. I give it. I tell you that you must be back by seven. You get stuck because the bus is late and you text. I know you're fine but you still disobeyed an order. So when you come home, I command you to crawl into the living room and I paddle you five times for it. After, we make a snack together and maybe put on a movie. You lay with your head in my lap and I stroke your hair. We go to bed, and since this is still new to you, I blindfold you, but leave your hands and feet free. I tell you to lay still and touch you however I want. Slowly. I don't let you come. If you move, I paddle you again. If you're good, I let you suck me off. You won't be rewarded with an orgasm that night because you have to earn them. And pets that come home late haven't earned it."

Simon watched Peter's face as he spoke.

"So it's not bedroom stuff. Get it now? It's every aspect of our lives together. I don't want to be your parents. I want to control you."