The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

"Academic…" She rolled her eyes at me. Then, she waved her hand. "Don't worry. Your Dom is pretty well known in his own profession, so there's no way he wants this public either. The two of you will be fine. He can tell you things from his side, maybe introduce you to some of his former submissives, if they're interested in being interviewed, take you to a few functions."

I was apprehensive but still, a thrill went through me at the thought of meeting a real-life Dominant. The truth was that I couldn't stop thinking about this world. I wanted to understand why so many women were attracted to this lifestyle and why I was as well. What did it say about women and the feminist movement that so many women wanted to be sexually dominated?

But as the daughter of a prominent judge with aspirations for the House, this was just research. It had to stay that way. I was just a student looking for material for a paper, not a curious might-be-submissive looking for a Dominant. This was just research.

"What have you told him about me? Did you tell him I'm just a researcher like I asked?"

"I did, but Kate, be honest with yourself," Lara said, shaking her head. "You're really interested. Seriously. He'll see right through you. He's really really smart. Besides, if you like him and if he likes you, things could work out…"

"No way," I replied. "Tell him I'm seriously freaked about him knowing who I am. Tell him," I said and held up my cup, "that I'm just doing research."

"Just you wait and see." She winked at me. "You'll be signing a contract for real in no time."

I made a face. "Lara," I said, defensive. "No contracts. This is just an agreement so I can do research. I don't want him getting any ideas."

Lara smiled again. "It's you who will probably get ideas. This is quite a stretch from the article you sent me, but whatever you say. Oh, and if you want the password to that website? It's leather4you."

Leather4you. I wouldn't forget it.

Lara packed up her files and shot back the remnants of her espresso.

"Just as long as this is all anonymous, Lara." I read over the contract one more time. "Scandal is the last thing my father needs."

"This man is a professional. I know him personally, and I trained him. He has to keep his two lives separate. Just like you." Then, Lara walked away, her lawyer-sized briefcase on wheels pulled behind her.

Later that night, I used the password Lara gave me to the website where the Dom's letters to his sub were archived. I eagerly entered and opened the first letter.

A letter to my sub.

I come to you, my little one, where you sit naked in wait for me in the darkness, a blindfold covering your pretty wide eyes. You've been waiting for almost half an hour as I commanded, and your senses are all primed. The noises of your apartment that you never noticed before are so much clearer now that you're vision has been blocked – the hum of the refrigerator in your tiny kitchen, the sweet strains of classical music on the music system in the apartment above you, street noises outside your building, cars starting, a horn blaring in the distance. Even the sounds of your own body are clearer now that your eyes are covered. The rush of blood through your veins, the pounding of your heart in your chest, the air flowing in and out through your open mouth – all these sounds are enhanced.

The scents around you are more intense – the vanilla of the candles on your bedside table, the floral of your own perfume on your pillows, the ozone from rush hour traffic filtering in from under your open window, your own arousal from the warmth between your legs.

Your naked skin is sensitive now, exposed to the ambient temperature change. The silk of your pillow is cool against your calves as you sit waiting. A cool breeze wafts in from your open window, and your nipples pucker. You think of my mouth on them, my tongue wet and warm, and a stab of lust flows through you.

My key clicks in the lock, the door creaking open, my footsteps loud on the hardwood floor, the thunk thunk as I remove my boots.

I open the refrigerator and remove the bottle of vodka you keep just for me, pour the liquid in a shot glass, and then my lips smack in satisfaction. It's my favorite Russian vodka infused with anise, called Anisovaya. I have only one shot, for I must keep my mind clear so I am in total control of everything – you, the scene, and most of all, myself.

Then, the zhrrr of a zipper and the swish of fabric sounds so loud. Your body tenses for a moment as you anticipate my next move.

I stand in the doorway and watch you. You picture me there, my eyes on you, my body naked, my thick cock already hard. You're breathless, your body ready for me. Your heart is beating so fast, imagining what I will do to you after I use my leather restraints to bind you.

What I will make you do to me.

You're so ready, your body aching with need, wet, swollen, throbbing with desire. I stand beside you and you turn your head at the sound of my breathing. My clean skin and the hint of my male musk arouses you, sending a jab of lust through your chest to your clit.

I lean down t

o you and my hair brushes your cheek, the whiskers on my chin tickle your skin, my tongue is wet on your neck where I lick you, my mouth soft at the base of your throat where one day I'll place my collar.

I kiss you very briefly and you taste the anise on my tongue.

I whisper your name and just the sound of my voice makes your body clench. My cologne and a hint of anise on my breath fills your nose. By now, the scent arouses you because I have a shot of the vodka when I come by and have my way with you. You associate the scent of anise with pleasure and your body warms even further, your flesh swelling, your pussy becoming wet.

Leather slides against leather as I uncoil the bindings, which I will use to tie your hands to the headboard and your feet to the base. You'll be open to me, vulnerable.

I've known every part of you – every naked inch, inside and out.