The Agreement (30 page)

 He said nothing for a moment, but I could
feel a change in him. The mood shifted entirely.

"I tend to keep things separated. The
different parts of my life don't intermingle, Kate."

"I know. I'm sorry. I won't expect
anything."

We started walking again, but I felt incredibly
sad that he wanted to keep me separate from other parts of his life. He told me
that early on. I knew that from Lara. It was just hard to accept. 

I felt a bit emotional all of a sudden, a tinge
of regret.

As if he felt it, he stopped before we got back
to the hotel.

"Lovely
Katherine
," he said,
stroking my cheek. "I've already gone off my usual routine with you,
broken my own rules. Let's play things by ear, OK?"

I looked up into his face, but couldn't really
see much detail because it was almost completely dark.

"OK. You're the one in charge."

He stroked my cheek.

"Thank you for understanding."

We went back inside and I went to my father's
suite to say goodnight. They weren't there, so I assumed they were out dancing
or something. When I got into my room, I checked my cell and sure enough, they
were down at the lounge and were going to do some touristy thing and said
goodnight.

I was surprised my father was so unconcerned
that I was alone with Drake. Did he think we would sleep together? It felt
weird. It felt
good
, as if he truly saw me as an adult now. I thought
he'd disapprove of me being sexual with anyone, but he really must like Drake
if he just left me alone with him.

Back at my hotel room, I felt a bit of
anticipatory excitement about what would happen next. Drake said that he was
going to use my body tonight and I felt myself warm to that thought, my flesh
throbbing in response to the very idea of him using me that way, just taking
his pleasure in me. It surprised me. I couldn’t explain why it thrilled me but it
did. Maybe it was the thought that he needed me, wanted me, wanted to just get
his pleasure in my body that did it. I didn't know why and hadn't really
thought about it before.

But it aroused me completely.

I wanted to watch him fuck me and come. I wanted
to watch his face and body as he did.

While he checked his own email, I went to the
bathroom and brushed my teeth, feeling a need to freshen up.

"I'm just going to zip to my own room for a
moment," Drake said. "I have to get a few things, but I'll be right
back."

I nodded from the bathroom door. I finished
washing my face and put on my little black nightie before he returned.

When he saw me, he raised his eyebrows.

"You look lovely," he said and ran his
fingers over the tops of my breasts. "Come with me. I want us to talk
about the agreement."

I followed him into the living room. He had a
briefcase and an overnight bag. Out of the briefcase, he removed a document. It
was the agreement he'd sent to me the previous week.

"Come here and sit on my lap," he said,
patting his lap.

I complied sitting across his lap as I had
before, his body firm and warm beneath me, my hands on his shoulders. He held
the agreement in his hand and then pointed to it, once I was comfortable.

"I want to talk about what upset you when
you read it the first time."

I took the document in my hand and read it over.
"Do you have a pen?"

"Yes, but before you sign, you have to tell
me what you want removed. How you feel about the limits I've listed."

"Where's your pen?" I said again. I
looked in the pocket of his shirt and there was one inside. A beautiful ornate
fountain pen with a polished burled-wood barrel, expensive looking with a gold
nib.

"This is beautiful."

"That was my father's pen. He was so old
fashioned about some things. Felt that disposable pens were bad
environmentally."

"You're so sentimental, Drake."

He smiled. "I guess. So," he said and
pulled me closer. "Tell me about what parts of my limits bothered you when
you first read it. We can negotiate. I want you to feel completely secure when
you sign."

I nodded. Then I stood up, extracting myself
from his arms. I went to the desk against the wall and opened the two-page
document to the second page where the signature lines were located.

"Is this where I sign?"

He came to me and stopped me, his hand on mine.

"Kate, you haven't answered my questions.
You can't sign until we've gone through each item."

"I've already read this. I've thought about
it ever since I received it." I signed my name.

"Kate," Drake said, his head tilted.
"I know you were concerned about something. Tell me. I won't sign until
you do."

"I trust you, Drake," I said, turning
back to him and handing him the pen. "You won't hurt me. I'm OK with the
agreement the way it is."

"What about this?" he said, pointing
to the mention of anal sex. "And this?" He pointed to the reference
to vaginal fisting.

"I trust you, Drake," I said again.
"I know you'll keep me safe and only go as far as I can handle."

He just stared at me, shaking his head slightly
as if he was surprised. Then, he took the pen from my hand and signed in the
appropriate spot. He put the lid back on the pen and turned back to me, pulling
me against his body, his arms around me, pressing my head against his shoulder.

"Oh, sweet
Katherine
," he said
softly. "You surprise me. But you've made me very happy."

I looked up at him, into his eyes. "I want
to make you happy."

He leaned down and kissed me, softly. It was so
tender, it sent a surge of something through my body. I expected him to go all
Dom on me and take me roughly as he said he would, but he didn’t.

He pulled me into the bathroom and took off my
nightgown, staring at me as I stood naked before him.

"Your burn is getting worse." He went
to his bag on the floor by the desk and pulled out a shaving kit. He came back
to where I stood on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. "Here," he
said and removed a razor and some shaving cream. "I'm going to shave you
and then I'm going to eat you and fuck you. Are you ready?"

"Yes," I said, my voice a bit quivery
from excitement.

"Yes, what?" he said, looking at me,
his expression a bit dark but I could tell he was forcing the look, and didn’t
really mean it.

"Yes, whatever it is you want me to
say."

"You signed the contract," he said,
his eyes hooded. "What does it say?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, smiling just a
bit.

"Don’t you smile when you call me
Sir
,
or you'll ruin the whole effect. When we're together, I want you to consider us
in scene. I'll call you either
Katherine
or slave, depending on how I
feel. When you call me Sir, make sure it has a capital 'S'. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, fighting to keep a
straight face but failing. "Why Katherine, if I may ask?"

"It's what I first knew you as –
Katherine
.
It's more formal and will keep me in proper Dom headspace. I'll give you a bit
of leeway at first with proper forms of address," he said and I could tell
he was fighting a grin as well, "but if you continue to be saucy, I'll
have to spank your delicious little ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes,
Sir
," I said. I kept my
face solemn. But in truth, the idea of him spanking me didn't scare me anymore.
In fact, I wanted him to, just so I could try it out, see if I responded and
how I responded. "What if I said I wanted you to spank me, just so I could
know what it felt like?"

He shook his head, his brow furrowed. "I'll
be spanking you soon enough, Katherine. There's no way with that mischievous
look in your eyes that you won't need one. But first, I'm going to fuck you the
way I want." Then, he ran a bath while I stood there and examined the
bottle of aloe gel on the counter.

"Come and sit in the bath. We need to
soften up your pubic hair before I shave you."

I complied, sitting in the warm water. While I
sat, he arranged his implements on the vanity. A razor, some shaving cream in a
bottle, and an electric wet/dry shaver. He ran hot water in the sink and threw
in a couple of washcloths.

"Stand up," he said, sitting on the
toilet beside the bathtub. I did, the water dripping off me. He turned on the
shaver and he proceeded to shave my pussy and inner thighs. "Spread your
legs wide," he said, his voice a firm command. 

I did, and rested my hands on his shoulders
while he shaved me.

"Put one leg on the side of the tub,"
he said, pointing to me. I did and that exposed me to him, my cheeks hot with
embarrassment and arousal that he was so close, touching me and examining me
like that. Then he added more shaving cream and used the razor to get the rest
of the hair, between my thighs. Soon, I was naked, my skin smooth.

"Perfect," he said, running a
washcloth over the area, then his fingers. He glanced up in my eyes. "Nice
and smooth. I can see everything now." He stood and took my hand. "It
makes me hard as rock."

A thrill went through me as I imagined what he
would do next.

"Now, I'm going to eat you the way I wanted
since I first met you, when you were on the bed with your garters and nylons
showing. Before I do, I have to apply some of this," he said and pulled
out a small bottle of green-looking gel.

"What's that?"

He glanced at me, his brows raised.

"I'm sorry," I said, realizing I
hadn't called him Sir. "What's that, Sir?"

"It's aloe vera. It's for your burn. Can't
be fucking you roughly if your burns are hurting."

He then proceeded to rub the aloe over my burned
skin, my cheeks, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts, the front and back of my
arms, my belly, and the tops of my thighs.

"Are you being Doctor or Dom now,
Sir?"

"Doctor Dom," he said, cracking a bit
of a grin. "Now, stop being so cheeky, Katherine, or I'll have to put you
over my knee and teach you about punishment."

I covered my mouth with my hand to hide my huge
grin.

"Oh,
you
," he said and pulled
me into an embrace. He kissed the top of my head. "I can see I'm going to
get nowhere with you tonight, Ms. Bennet. If you were any other sub…"

"If I were any other sub what?" I
said. "Sir, I mean."

"If you were any other sub, I wouldn't be
smiling."

"Smiling is good, Sir. I read that it
releases good brain chemicals."

"That it does. Now,
Katherine
,"
he said and pulled away, his face changing from amused to stern. "No more
talking. Time to submit and become my slave as you agreed in the
contract."

He took my hand and led me back into the
bedroom. We stood beside the bed, him behind me, his lips on my neck and
shoulder.

"Close your eyes," he said as he
touched me, his voice soft and low, almost a whisper. He pulled my hair away
and over to one side, his lips at my ear. "Just give yourself over to
me."

I did, trying to relax completely, not thinking
any longer, only feeling. His hands were warm on my skin, his lips and tongue
soft against my shoulder as he bit me gently. His hands stroked down my arms to
my hands, which he took in his, our fingers briefly entwining as he continued
to kiss my shoulder and neck. Then, he searched my body with his hands, his
fingers sliding down over my hips and across my body, his fingers grazing my
naked pussy, just barely touching me. One hand covered my mound completely
while the other slid up and over my belly, sending jolts of lust through me,
making my breath come faster.

With one hand, he cupped one of my breasts,
tweaking my nipple softly.  The other hand remained covering my pussy, as
if claiming it for his own. An ache began to build in my groin from his touch,
and the sound of his voice in my ear, so calm but firm, his tongue sliding up
and down my neck to my ear, his breath on my cheek.

After sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled
me between his thighs so that his face was at the level of my neck and he just
held me for a moment. His hands moved over my naked skin and his touch sent
waves of lust through me, my pulse increasing, my stomach full of butterflies.
His breath was warm on the skin of my neck, his hands kneading my buttocks,
then slipping around and cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples, pulling them
into hard points.

He was just touching me all over, his face in
the crook of my neck and I was getting so aroused just from his light touch. I
closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, letting him do whatever he wanted,
not expecting anything, not feeling any pressure to do anything but respond.

"I told you I was going to use your body
for my own pleasure, Katherine, and I'm going to. You're not allowed to come,
do you understand?"