The Agreement (41 page)

That did something to me, that knowledge, and
heat rose in my body, up over my chest and to my face. I panicked a bit, my
heart racing, breathing faster. But even with the bit of panic, my body
responded, my clit throbbing, a trickle between my thighs. He had one hand on
my neck as if feeling my pulse, and he watched me intently, his brow a bit
furrowed, his gaze moving over my face.

"Now you understand," he said, his
voice husky. His own breathing had increased, his cock jumping against my groin
as if the knowledge he had me tied up and totally helpless made him even
harder. "You're completely mine now, Katherine. All you can do is kick me
and scream, but I can easily gag you if I want, and besides, Mr. Neumann won't
hear you."

"Are you
trying
to scare me?" I
said, my eyes stinging just a bit.

"
No
," he said softly. "But
this is serious now. You have to trust me completely to let me do this."
He let that sink in for a moment. "
Do
you? If you don't, we'll stop
right now."

I searched his face. If I didn't know him, his
expression and the position I was in would scare me to my core. But I
did
know him. I knew him as a man. I
did
trust him.

Completely
.

He would never hurt me purposely. He'd shown
that time and again.

"Yes," I said, relaxing fully, forcing
my body to go limp beneath him. "
Master
…"

Then he kissed me, his eyes still open, one hand
cupping my cheek. The kiss started off soft, tender, but soon became more
intense, more needy, his tongue finding mine, insistent, searching. He finally
closed his eyes and sucked my tongue into his mouth, then licked my bottom lip,
biting it before moving down over my chin and neck, stopping over my carotid as
if to feel my pulse again to monitor my level of excitement.

He squeezed my breasts, kneading them, pulling
the lacy fabric down once more so that they jutted out. He started sucking my
nipples, biting them gently, before sucking them once again, increasing the
pressure on his teeth each time, always licking and sucking afterwards so that
my nipples were almost excruciatingly sensitive. Each nibble and each suck and
each lick sent thrills through me right to my clit as if the two were
connected. His bites were just on the verge of pain but never going too far
over and the way his tongue pulled on my nipples after just heightened
everything.

"I don't like
pain
," I said, almost
in a delirium. "
Master
," I added quickly, my voice shaky.

"I'm just seeing how far I can go with
you," he said, his breath warm on my skin. "You don't really know yet
what you like and what you don't like if you haven't really tried. I can tell
you
like
what I'm doing now by how your body responds," he said,
thrusting two fingers between my labia to see how wet I was. "I won't go
too far. Now keep completely still or I'll have to tie up your feet as
well."

I closed my eyes as he moved lower, his mouth
and tongue tracing a trail down over my belly to my pussy. He began to lick me
all over again, slowly, pressing his tongue flat against me, not making direct
contact on my clit just yet and I longed to thrust my hips up but tried to keep
still like he commanded. Finally, my flesh throbbing, aching for contact, he
spread my thighs and ran his tongue up and over my clit, making me moan out
loud.

When he slipped several fingers inside of me, I
clenched around him, unable to control my body. I was so close to orgasm, I
knew I wouldn’t last long if he moved his fingers at all.

"Master, I'm so
close
…"

 "Good
girl
," he said, his
voice sounding pleased. He pulled away from me and got up onto his knees, then
lifted me, turning me over so that I was in doggie position, my weight borne by
my elbows and knees, face to the side pressed against the bed. He just remained
behind me, his hands moving over me, stroking up and down my back, and down my
thighs. Then, he slipped fingers between my labia and began stroking slowly up
and inside me. When his thumb made contact with my anus, I tensed completely.

"Please,
no
…"

"Shh," he said, leaning over me, his
fingers still inside of me, thumb pressed against me. "You signed the
contract, Kate. This is part of it. I won't penetrate you now. Just getting you
used to the sensation.
Relax
."

I remained tense for a moment, unsure of the
sensations, my anxiety about any anal contact overriding the sensation of his
fingers inside of me. He wrapped his other arm around me and played with my
clit, and soon, the pleasure from the contact combined with that of his fingers
inside of me did overcome my reluctance and I relaxed. As if he could feel it,
he kissed my shoulder, then bit it gently.

"That's my good
girl
," he said.
"No moralistic judgment of what you enjoy allowed, Katherine. Just let
yourself
feel
."

He kept stimulating me in that position, fingers
on my clit, fingers stroking me just a few inches inside, his thumb moving in a
circle over my anus, and he once again brought me right to the brink of orgasm,
the pleasure almost reaching the point of no return.

I gasped, barely able to speak. "I'm
going
to
…"

He immediately withdrew his fingers and just
remained in that position, his hands on either side of me, his body covering
mine, his cock pressed against my pussy but unmoving.

"Just breathe, Kate," he said, kissing
my neck and shoulder. I did, breathing deeply and soon, the sensation subsided
and I just waited, my body so ready, my mind almost blank to everything except
the feel of his body against mine.

I wanted him inside of me. All of him. Every
inch.

Finally, he turned me over, kneeling on the bed,
pulling my hips into position on his lap, spreading my thighs with his hands.
He stroked the head of his cock over my labia slowly, circling my clit each
time. He began that familiar tease, slipping the tip of his cock just inside of
me, then pulling out, stroking my clit, repeating it over and over again,
building back up so that I was breathing hard and fast, my cunt so in need of
him inside of me.

"What do you
want
, Katherine?"
he said, watching my face. "Tell me what you want.
Beg
me."

I could barely think coherent thoughts, let
alone form words.

"Please, Master," I gasped, licking my
lips, my mouth dry.  "
Fuck
me."

He slid into me, pressing his entire length
inside of me, his fingers on my clit and I groaned because it felt so sweet,
the pressure so good, so satisfying.

"Yes, you like that, don't you?" he
said, pulling completely out and stroking my clit again with his cock. Then he
thrust inside all the way again and kept thrusting, his fingers light on my
clit and soon, I was there once more, my mind lost to the sensations, and I
couldn't even speak. I gritted my teeth as the sweetness started, spreading out
from my clit and vagina, through my body.

He leaned over me, sliding into missionary
position quickly, his hands on either side of my head, his face over mine.
"Look in my eyes," he said, his voice harsh. "Say my name when
you come."

I could barely keep my eyes open, the pleasure
was so intense. As my pleasure crested, I tried to speak, but could barely gasp
out his name. He thrust faster, harder, until finally, he came as well,
grimacing, his own eyes closing briefly before opening again, boring into mine.

His whole body tensed, his hips thrusting and
then he kept himself deep inside of me, withdrawing to repeat the deep thrust,
grunting as he ejaculated. Then he collapsed against me, his face in the crook
of my neck, his breath coming in gasps against my skin.

For the next few moments, we both recovered, not
saying anything. He kissed my neck, my shoulder, my face, and finally, my
mouth, the kiss warm and tender. Once again, he rose up, his cock still inside
of me and slowly withdrew, watching my body as he did and I couldn’t help but smile,
turning my face to the side.

"What's that smile about, Ms. Bennet? Does
my kink amuse you?"

 I didn't say anything, mirth building in
me, afraid I'd burst into laughter if I spoke.

"
Well
?"

I looked at him and he was grinning, his blue
eyes twinkling, but I couldn't say a word.

"I can't wait to see it over other parts of
your very delicious body. Maybe your luscious breasts. Or that smirking mouth,
which I'm going to kiss right now, just to wipe that smile off your saucy
face."

He did, lying back on top of me, kissing me
again, barely able to keep the smile of his face when he did. He pulled back
and looked in my eyes. "A Dom isn't supposed to lose control of the scene
so easily. I may have to spank your delicious ass to remind you to show proper respect
for your Dom's
kinks
…"

My eyes widened at that. "Now?"

He shook his head. "Oh, no. Not
now
.
Your first spanking will only come before a good fucking. I wouldn’t want to
waste getting you all wet. I'd only spank you when I was going to fuck you
immediately afterward. And my spanking would make you very wet."

I swallowed at that, my mouth dry, imagining it.

"We’re still two to one," he said,
smiling. "I won’t be really happy until it's three to one."

"Three?" I said, closing my eyes as he
nuzzled my neck. "I don’t think I can do three."

"Of course you can. If you can do two, you
can do three. You're young and you're multi-orgasmic."

"I don't think so," I said. "Two
seems to be the most I can have in one encounter."

"You've just set me a challenge, Ms.
Bennet," he said, grinning. "The kind a neurosurgeon like me can't
resist."

Then he began nibbling at my neck again.

"Please, no," I said, gasping just a
bit when he moved down to my nipples, which were extremely sensitive from his
teeth. "I'm too sensitive."

He rose up briefly and frowned at me. "
Katherine
…"
There was no smile on his face. "You signed. Is this truly a red-light
matter?"

I blinked rapidly, considering. I shook my head.
"It's just," I said, softly, not wanting to argue but unable to
imagine any more stimulation. "I'm so
tender
right now…"

"All the better to make you come
again," he said. "Women are different from men, Katherine. You have a
very minimal refractory period and can orgasm again almost immediately if you
relax and let me take control. The way you
agreed
to…"

"What if I don't
want
to?"

"You gave control over your body to me.
I
want you to. I thought you understood that."

I sighed and closed my eyes, turning my head to
the side.

He crawled up until he was directly over me,
took my chin in his hand and held my eyes with his.

"What is it, Kate? Why are you resisting
this?" He shook his head. "It's not like another orgasm is a bad
thing."

I shook my head in return. I didn't
know
why. It just seemed like the purpose of all this was for us to enjoy each other
and I just didn’t feel I
needed
to come again. It was more of a
challenge to him rather than wanting my happiness. Then I realized something:
his ability to exert control over me made him happy. As his submissive,
my
happiness was supposed to come from pleasing
him
.

I
did
want to please him. I wanted
him
.
I wanted to be his submissive – to wait for him with anticipation the way
he described in his letters to his subs, to watch him use me, make me feel what
he wanted to make me feel – intense pleasure. To be totally controlled.
When I signed the contract, I agreed that my body, my response was
his
to control and enjoy. Making me come three times would please him. My
willingness to let him try would please him.

"
Slave
," he said, his voice
firm. "Are you mine?"

I inhaled deeply. "Yes," I said,
finally yielding. "
Master
…"

In the end, it turned out that I could come more
than three times. In all, five. He made me come five times without stopping,
using his fingers, his tongue and his once-more erect cock, as if to prove a
point and reinforce that I wasn't to resist him, no matter what, unless what
was happening was a red-light matter. Coming five times was not one.

By the time he was finished with me, I was
almost incoherent, my mind in a kind of strange drifting bliss, my groin
pleasantly achy, my clit still throbbing from all the stimulation.

"I'm going to be sore tomorrow,'" I
said, closing my eyes as he untied my hands.

"Good," he said, and rubbed my wrists
where I'd pulled at the leather tie. Then, he lifted me up into a seated
position in his lap and began massaging my shoulders. "I want you sore. I
want you to remember that you came five times. That
I'm
the one to set
limits for your body, not you. You're far too timid and fearful to do so. You're
too inexperienced. You don't know yet what you're capable of sexually, Kate.
Let me be the one to discover how far you can go. That's what a D/s
relationship is all about."