The Agreement (40 page)

"It's a shame that you don't have some nice
high heels, but I know you're not good on them."

I couldn’t say anything, my throat was so dry. I
started with my sweater, unbuttoning it slowly. When it was fully unbuttoned, I
pulled it down over my shoulders, letting it hang for a moment before removing
it from my arms. I dropped it on the coffee table. Then I ran my hands down my
body and over my breasts, cupping them briefly before moving down to the zipper
in back of my skirt. I unzipped it slowly.

"Turn around and do that."

I frowned, but complied, turning around so that
my back was to him. I pulled the skirt down and over my hips, bending down as I
did. I knew this would give him a good view of my ass, my face heating as I
did.

"Oh, Ms.
Bennet
…" he said and
exhaled loudly. "I like this view very
much
…"

"You said you'd only call me Katherine or
slave,' I said, smiling to myself.

"Shh," he said quickly. "A slave
never corrects her Master."

I stepped out of the skirt and turned back,
dropping it on the coffee table as well. Finally, I was there as he requested
in my black lace garter and bra, sheer black nylons. I stood quiet, waiting for
his next command.

He just stared at me, his gaze moving over my
body. Then, he twirled his fingers. "Turn around, slowly. Let me see you
from all angles."

I did as he commanded, turning around slowly,
his gaze on my body making me so aroused.

"Lift your hair up, hold it up as you
turn."

I did, pulling my hair up above my shoulders.

"Come here and straddle me on the
chair."

"Don't you want to shave me first?"

"
Slave
," he said and shook his
head. "No questioning my decisions. Besides, I'm going to send you to get
waxed. It lasts longer."

I gritted my teeth, wondering how much pain that
would be. Then I went to him and complied, one knee on either side of his hips,
my arms resting on his shoulders. He looked me up and down, at my bare pussy,
my thighs spread wide, and then up to my face.

"Your cheeks are nicely flushed, Katherine.
You're nice and wet as well. I suspect you're also nicely swollen inside.
Almost ready for me."

I didn't say anything, waiting for what he would
do to me. Finally, he pulled the fabric of my bra down to expose my nipples and
tweaked each one, before pulling me up and leaning in to suck one, pulling on
the areola gently with his teeth, the tiny bit of pain making me gasp but then
he sucked and the pleasure immediately after went right to my clit. 

"Stand up."

I did, standing with a foot on either side of
him on the cushion so that my groin was level with his face. I knew what was
coming next, my pulse increasing at the thought. He reached up behind me and
squeezed my ass, pulling me closer.

"Put one foot on the arm rest," he
said. When I did, he began licking me all over, slowly, agonizingly slowly,
biting me softly before slipping his tongue between my lips to find my very
swollen clit. I had to prop myself on the wall behind the wing chair while he
bit and licked and sucked me, the sensations making me dizzy with desire. He
slipped a couple of fingers inside of me while he sucked and licked and my
thighs began to tremble.

"Tell me if you feel close. Remember, you
can't come until I say you can."

Soon, I could feel the faint stabs of pleasure
building deep within me, my face hot, my breathing faster.

"Drake, I
think
…" I said, then
realized I'd used his name. "I mean,
Master
…"

He didn't stop what he was doing. If anything,
he increased the tempo, adding another finger, sucking me into his mouth so
that I had to moan out loud.

"I'm
going to
…"

He still didn't stop and my orgasm started,
waves of pleasure spreading outward from my groin, down my legs and up into my
chest. I could barely keep my eyes open, my body clenching around his fingers,
my thighs quaking.

It was too much. "Oh, God, please
stop
…"
I gasped.

Finally, he stopped his motions and I just
leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, my forehead resting on the hard
plaster.

"Should I get down?" I said after a
moment. I tried to pull away but he stopped me with one hand, keeping the other
where it was, his fingers still inside me.

"No, wait. I like to feel this."

I stopped, my body clenching involuntarily every
few seconds in the aftermath of my orgasm.

He covered me once more with his mouth, his
tongue flat against my throbbing clit. I inhaled deeply for I was still so
sensitive.

Finally, when my thighs were shaking too much
from maintaining the position, he pulled his mouth off me, taking my hips in
his hands and pulling me down so that I was back sitting on his lap, straddling
him. He kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, the
slightest hint of salty flesh.

When he ended the kiss, he pulled back and just
looked at me, his gaze moving over my face.

"My turn."

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my
face. "I thought I got two for every one of yours."

He made a mock face of affront. "That's a
very
saucy mouth you have." He touched the scar on my bottom lip. "I might
have to just silence it with something."

"Not a ball gag," I said, pulling
back, a bit of apprehension filling me.

"That's not
quite
what I had in
mind…" He grinned. "And remember your manners…"

"Oh, sorry," I said, grimacing. "
Master
…"

"Good girl," he said, his face
becoming stern once more. "Now, on your knees."

I slid off his lap and on my knees between his
spread legs, my hands on his muscular thighs.

"Take me out and lick me."

A thrill went through me at the sound of command
in his voice and the dark look in his eyes. I reached to his jeans and
unbuckled the belt and top button and then unzipped, to find he was naked under
them. His cock was thick and so hard and sprang out once I pulled the material
aside, the head smooth and wet with his fluid. I held his shaft in both hands
and began licking him, starting as low as I could get and up his shaft to the
head, my tongue circling it before lapping off the fluid that leaked off it.

"That's very nice, Katherine. Now, take me
in your mouth and suck."

I did as he commanded, the head large and smooth
against my tongue and cheeks. It was difficult to take him all in he was so
thick, but I managed, sucking as I moved my mouth over the head, up and down,
while I stroked his shaft with my hands.

My hair fell over my face and he pulled it back,
holding it up, twisting it in his hand.

"More," he said, guiding my head just
a bit. "Deeper."

I tried, but he was huge and it was difficult. I
was able to get him in deeper, but only the first few inches and then, when he
pulled my head down a bit too far, I gagged. He let up, not guiding me as
firmly and his grip on my hair lessened.

"That's good, Kate," he said as if to
encourage me. "Stroke with your hands."

I did, taking him as deep as I could with my
mouth, stroking with both my hands. I felt his cock become harder under my lips
and tongue and then he tensed, but he stopped my motions completely. He
breathed in deeply as if to ward off his orgasm.

"Pull off,
now
," he said, his
voice urgent and I did, licking the head once before I looked up at his face,
waiting for his next command. His face and neck were flushed, his nostrils
flaring as he breathed in deeply several times. "Good
girl
,"
he said. "You have a sweet mouth, but I want your other lips on me
now."

He pulled me up and then stood. "Undress
me."

I pulled the shirt off his shoulders and down
his arms, then dropped it onto the pile of my own clothes. Next, I pulled his
jeans down and he stepped out of the legs so that he was naked in front of me,
his magnificent cock jutting out, wet from my saliva.

He took my hand and led me back to the bedroom,
practically picking me up and throwing me onto the bed so that I lay across it
sideways on my back. He loomed over me, his hands on both sides of my
shoulders. He leaned down and kissed me, rubbing his cock over my pussy. When
he pulled away, he just looked at me, his gaze moving down over my face and
lower to my body lying beneath him.

"Are you're going to tie me up?" I
said, breathless, waiting.

He frowned briefly. "Kate, a proper
submissive doesn't ask questions about her Dom's plans on how to top her. And
she makes sure to use the proper form of
address
…"

I covered my eyes with a hand. "I'm sorry,
Master
.
It's just that I'm
curious
—"

He silenced me with his mouth, kissing me in
mid-sentence. Then, he pulled back, examining me like I was a problem he was
trying to solve, blinking rapidly.

"I don't want to move too fast with bondage
so I didn't bring any gear," he said, his voice soft. "It can be very
arousing but also scary at first. But maybe just a bit for now. Your hands
perhaps…"

He rose up and went to an armoire, sorting
through his belts, testing them one after the other, but he seemed unhappy with
them all. Then he examined a hanger with several ties on it, selecting a black
leather tie. He returned to the bed and held it out in front of me so I could
see it. Thin and flexible, it was from a by-gone fashion era. I couldn’t help
but grin as he examined it. He caught my grin and turned to me.

"Ms. Bennet, that grin is entirely
inappropriate
to the mood I'm trying to create…"

I covered my mouth, trying to hide my huge
smile. "Master, I'm sorry," I said, my voice betraying my amusement.
"But I was imagining you wearing it when you were a college student… So
hip with your thin leather tie. I bet the coeds were all over
you
."

"Oh, I was very
groovy
, Ms. Bennet,
in my day," he said, grinning finally, his blue eyes twinkling.

Then, he very roughly took my hands in his and
held them over my head, his grip a bit too firm as if he was trying to
re-establish dominance, his face becoming stern once more.

"You are too cute,
Katherine
, and
able to distract me too well, but I want you to focus on what I'm doing here
and
now
."

I swallowed hard, shocked back into the moment,
the smile fading on my face. I didn't want him to be unhappy with the way
things were going and exhaled heavily. How quickly the mood could change
between us…

"I'm sorry,
Master
," I said,
barely able to whisper.

His eyes burned into mine. "If your mind
wanders, I'll have to bring you back with me. I want you here, with me,
mentally and emotionally, Kate. With
me
in the moment. Focused."

I nodded, unable to speak, feeling a bit like a
bad little girl getting disciplined. Then, I realized I
was
being
disciplined. He kept staring in my eyes as if waiting to see compliance in
them.

That look in his eyes – stern, demanding,
in control – sent a thrill of desire through my body. Finally, I breathed
in deeply, letting go of my attempt to control anything, my mind or my body. As
if he sensed my release, he sighed.

"Good
girl
," he said. He held
my hands above my head with one hand and reached down to touch my bottom lip
with a finger, stroking the tiny scar there. Then he leaned down and kissed me
and my body responded, my heart racing, pressing against him, a little groan
escaping me when he ground himself against my pussy.

He pulled away and stood, taking my hands in his
and binding them together with the leather tie, the knot tight but not so tight
that it constricted them or was uncomfortable.

"Test them. Feel them. They won't get any
tighter than that, no matter what you do. I've used a special knot so don't
worry. They should be fine no matter how you pull on them. But if they do get
tighter, tell me right away if it becomes painful in a way you can't
tolerate."

I nodded and tried to pull my wrists apart.
Then, he pushed me back onto the bed and fastened the other end of the leather
tie to one of the spindles in the headboard. There wasn't much give. I pulled
at the tie to feel how secure it was. I wouldn't be able to get free if I
wanted to and I realized then that I was truly confined now. I was here until
he released me. I couldn't run away.