The Agreement (32 page)

He chuckled for a moment. Then he was quiet and
I just listened to him breathe.

"It gets messy."

"
What
gets messy?"

"
Katherine
…" He kissed my
forehead. "Is this twenty questions?"

I felt a bit hurt at that. He didn't want me to
question him. "You want to understand
me
, Drake. Why can't I want
to understand you?"

"That's
not
how it's supposed to
work. You're supposed to just let me do the thinking. Let me do the knowing.
You just let go of control when you're with me and relax. I should remain this
dark and powerful enigma."

"Dr.
Enigma
," I said, smiling
just a bit. "I think I get it. You want to stay a bit mysterious so I feel
more submissive when I'm with you. Am I right?"

"Something like that. Now, shush. Go to sleep.
I'm going to fuck you first thing before the conference starts and I want you
all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Fair warning."

"
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
…"
I said, a stab of desire going through me at his warning. "How will I be
able to sleep after you tell me that? Too bad I didn't bring
Big
along…"

"You've got the real Big right
here
,"
he said and thrust his pelvis against me. "Don't you try to get me all
hard again, Katherine." He nuzzled my neck and I could hear the smile in
his voice. "I have to present my paper tomorrow morning in another
session. I have to
sleep
."

I sighed. "Good
night
, Drake."

"Good night, Ms.
Bennet
," he
said, humor in his voice. "I'm beginning to think that name suits you to a
tee and I should start calling you
Elizabeth
."

"Did you read
Pride and Prejudice
?"
I said, surprised.

He shifted on the bed beside me, snuggling a bit
closer. "Dave isn't the only person in the world to take a Victorian Lit
course in college. I read
Pride and Prejudice
, but I'm more a Brontë
Wuthering
Heights
fan."

I lay in the dark, Drake's arm around my waist,
and thought about him as a young student, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three,
studying Victorian Literature and reading Ms. Austen and the Brontës.

"Why did you like
Wuthering Heights
so much?"

"
Kate
…" He yawned beside me.
"Tomorrow. I promise that, after I fuck you, I'll tell you all about my
love of Emily Brontë over breakfast…"

"
Wuthering Heights
is so …
depressing. Tragic.
Pride and Prejudice
is happily ever after."

"Shh," he said, squeezing me. "I
don't believe in
happily ever after
, Kate. I've studied psychology. I've
been divorced. Now
please
. Women's brains have this tendency to become
more active after a good fucking. Men need
sleep
. Very strong
hint
…"

That sent a stab of something through my chest.
I just lay still, barely breathing. I understood what he just did. He just
reminded me very clearly that this was just a contractual agreement. What I so
eagerly signed was meant to limit our relationship to kinky sex. He might have
gone off the reservation somewhat with me, but this was as far as he was going
to go.

I thought about
Wuthering Heights
, about
Heathcliff, the tragic anti-hero. How Catherine was the only light in his
darkness, how his enduring love for her drove him to do terrible things. How
Catherine couldn't deny her love for him and how their love ended in tragedy.

I shivered, and it wasn't just my sunburn.
Beside me, Drake breathed slowly and deeply, already asleep.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I woke really early, just as the sun was rising.
Drake had rolled over onto his back and I was lying all alone, shivering, the
sheet off me. My skin hurt where I was burnt and so I got up and quickly put on
my nightgown, intending to put some aloe on my burns to ease the pain. I snuck
out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, taking my bag with me. I sat on the
toilet to have a pee and took out my cell only to find an email message from
Dawn. The subject line read

Read this
now
.

I hesitated. I did
not
want to open it
and read anything bad from her. But I did anyway.

Kate, I know you're in the Bahamas with Drake. I
asked Heath where you were and he was only too happy to tell me that you’d
snuck down there for the holiday weekend to be with Drake, so bad planning on
your part if you were trying to hide this. I also know that Drake is not what
you think he is. He's not some sweet harmless man who likes to have some
control during sex. Maybe you should ask why his ex-wife had a restraining
order against him. Seriously, Kate. I did a background check on him. You think
he's not a sadist but the police report I have suggests otherwise. If you don't
come to your senses, I think the prospect of an anonymous letter with this
police report included to the Head of Surgery at NY Presbyterian might convince
you to end this very dangerous relationship.

I covered my mouth with a hand to stifle my gasp
and texted her instead of sending an email.

Dawn, why are you doing this? Have you decided
you'd rather lose my friendship than see me happy? I'm
happy
with Drake.
Just give this a chance. Please, I'm begging you. He's not what you think…

She responded immediately.

A restraining order, Kate. I wonder what he
tried to force on his ex-wife? Do you suppose he wanted to fist-fuck her? One
day, you'll thank me for this. I can wait.

I held my head in my hands. Drake's ex-wife had
to get a
restraining
order against him? A shock went through me, making
me feel a bit dizzy. I was sure there was a good reason, but still, it made me
slightly nauseated.

A noise at the door drew my attention away from
the message. It was Drake, standing naked in the doorway, his hair mussed, his
eyes sleepy.

"What's the matter? Are you feeling
OK?"

"Drake, I'm taking a pee…" I said,
putting my cell in my bag. "Can you give me a moment?"

"Sorry," he said and stepped out of
the bathroom doorway. "I was worried you were feeling sick from your
burn."

I wiped myself, flushed and washed my hands,
wondering what I'd say. He came in and stood beside me. When I avoided his
eyes, he tilted my chin up with a finger so I couldn't avoid him.

"Are you OK?"

"My burn hurts," I said, my voice a
bit quivery. "I thought I'd put some aloe on it."

He nodded and ran his fingers over the burn on
my breasts. "Let me do that."

"I can do it," I said, pushing his
hands away.

"I
like
to do it," he said,
insisting, taking the bottle out of my hands and turning me around, lifting me
so that I sat on the vanity, my back to the mirror. He was strong enough that I
couldn't resist so I didn't. I just gave in and let him, my mind in a whirl
over what Dawn said in her email.

A
restraining
order?

Drake leaned closer between my thighs and pulled
down one of the straps to my nightgown. He squeezed some aloe out and smoothed
it over the burns on my shoulders and breasts.

"This is going to make me hard."

"It's still really
early
…"

"Six hours of sleep is my usual," he
said, cracking a grin. "You're so delicious in that black lace. But even
more delicious out of it." He hiked up the hem so that my thighs were
exposed and of course, my newly-shaved pussy. Then he poured a bit of aloe gel
on my thighs where the burn was worst and spread it over. "Oh, I am
definitely getting hard because of this."

"I need to take a shower first," I
said.

He put the bottle of aloe down and leaned
against me, his mouth at my throat, kissing my neck.

"This is waterproof," he said, his
fingers sliding up my inner thigh to my groin. "Oh, you're so nice and
smooth
…"
he said when he touched me.

I swallowed hard, in the grip of conflicting
emotions. Desire rushed through me at his words and touch, but anxiety did as
well. I
had
to find out what happened before I judged him. Dawn sent a
PDF of the restraining order in her email. I wanted to read it but I had the
feeling I wouldn’t be able to until Drake and I fucked. He wouldn't let me
alone now, not in the state he was in with a delicious-looking erection
standing up between our bodies. Just seeing it sent a stab of lust through me,
thinking of how good it would make me feel once inside of me.

"I'll turn the shower on. You get
naked."

He turned away and started the shower, and I
admired his delightfully round and firm ass, his strong, wide back. His skin
was so smooth and fair although he did have a bit of a tan on his arms and
legs. I undressed, resigned to what was going to happen, wanting it, but still,
so afraid of what I'd find when I opened that PDF…

The shower stall beside the bathtub was tiled
and large enough for four people. There were two safety bars on the walls and
after I got in and was completely wet from the warm spray, Drake maneuvered me
into the corner and proceeded to wash me. He took a bar of soap out of its box
and lathered up really well, his eyes intense as he began to slide his soapy
hands over my shoulders and breasts, his fingers circling my nipples, drawing
them into hard points. I grasped onto the two bars on either side of me, and
closed my eyes, letting him just do what he would to me. I tried to block
thoughts of the restraining order out of my mind. I tried to just focus on his
fingers and what he was doing to me, so expertly working me up.

His soapy hands trailed down my body over my
belly and down to my thighs. He slipped his fingers between my labia and
thighs, gently, and then around my back to my ass and his touch sent thrills of
desire through my body. He slid his hands around my hips and soaped between my
cheeks before turning me around so that the water rinsed the soap off me.

"There," he said, turning me back,
lifting one of my thighs so that warm water ran down my body and between my
legs. "All clean."

He turned the shower off and knelt down on the
floor, taking my leg, placing it over his shoulder. He glanced up at me, his
eyes intense. "I'm going to eat you, Kate. Put your leg over my other
shoulder. Hold on to those bars for support. Remember to tell me if you feel
like you're going to come."

I did as he said, my thighs shaking just a bit
to see his mouth so close to me. He worked his hands up and around my thighs
and spread my labia, then began to lick me all over, his tongue circling my
clit, then going lower to the entrance to my body. It felt so good, his tongue
so soft and warm against me, but when he lowered one hand and slipped two
fingers into me, I clenched around him.

It didn't take long and soon, my arousal built
and I felt the unmistakable signs deep inside me of an impending orgasm.

"Drake, I…" I whispered, but he didn't
stop. He kept licking, sucking my clit into his mouth, his fingers stroking
inside of me. "Drake, I'm going to
come
…"

This didn't stop him, but seemed to encourage
him and he thrust a third finger inside of me, and the increased pressure
combined with the sensation from his tongue on my clit pushed me over. My
orgasm started, my whole body shaking, my thighs tensing around his head. I
breathed in through gritted teeth as waves of pleasure overtook me, and I
moaned out loud. "Oh,
God
…"

He kept licking and thrusting his fingers inside
of me, my body quaking, clenching around his fingers.

He finally stopped after I almost let go of the
safety bars in my near delirium. He pulled his mouth away and stared into my
eyes as I gasped above him, my arms shaking.

Then he let each of my thighs down from his
shoulders and stood up, his rock-hard dick pressing against my belly.

"Turn around," he commanded and I did,
knowing what came next. I bent over and spread my thighs without him even
telling me, gripping the safety bars once more and he entered me from behind,
his length easily sliding inside of me, I was so slick from my orgasm.  I
thought he'd just fuck me quickly and come himself, but he didn't. He slid his
hand around my body between my thighs and began to stroke my still
very-sensitive clit while remaining still, his cock feeling so nice and big
inside of me. His fingers were soft at first, but soon, he increased pressure
as he began to thrust inside of me, very slowly, stroking inside the entrance
to my body and a couple of inches so that he hit my sweet spot over and over
again.