The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

"Nigel's kinky?" I said and frowned.

He rubbed his forehead, then ran his fingers through his hair.

"I can neither confirm nor deny that statement," he said, his expression serious. "It's not my place to out people. I take this seriously. Kate, I've known people who've lost their jobs and their lives because of adverse publicity around BDSM. All I can say is that he knows about me. Please, just tell me who's threatening you so we can figure this out."

"I can't and we can't just figure this out. This person will not back down, no matter what. This person is very morally judgmental. And irrational. If they think we're together, they will tell my father about you. Now, you'd better go. This can't happen."

"Who is it?"

"It's someone who doesn’t understand BDSM. They never will. Listen, this is just too much trouble, Drake. Why are you so insistent? "

"Because I want you."

"That doesn't matter."

He sighed, his expression frustrated, his brow furrowed.

"Look, I won't touch you, if you really don't want me to. I promise we'll just talk."

I shook my head. "It's not that I don't want you to touch me. I do, God do I want you to, but you're in danger. Can't you understand?"

His face changed. "So you do want me to touch you," he said, moving even closer. He put his arms around me, slipping them under my arms and pulling me against him so I had to embrace him.

"Drake…"

"Sorry, you said the operative words. I need to finish what I started that night before we were so rudely interrupted by my cell phone alarm."

And then he kissed me, his lips on mine, his mouth opening and his tongue finding mine, his hands all over me, one hand squeezing one cheek of my ass, while the other grabbed a breast a bit roughly, but not too roughly that it hurt.

"Fuck, I need you." He actually pressed me down on the table, knocking the gift basket of fruit and chocolates off so that they fell to the floor and rolled around on the carpet. His mouth trailed down my throat and then he pulled my dress up and off me, throwing it onto the floor beside the fruit. He just took me in, lying on the table dressed only in my little white string bikini, my breasts far too exposed and falling out of the top. "God, you're luscious. I want to eat every inch of you."

My heart pounded in my ears, my body responding to his urgency, my flesh aching in need. He untied my bikini top and pulled it down to expose my breasts entirely.

"You're sunburnt, you bad thing. As your doctor, I must chastise you severely for that."

"If you're my doctor, isn't there some kind of ethical issue with becoming involved with a patient?"

"Fuck ethics," he murmured against my skin. He began kneading my breasts, squeezing them, sucking my nipples one after the other, his tongue circling them, his lips tugging at them. His teeth bit them softly, sending delicious jolts of lust right to my clit.

Of course it was then my father decided to knock on my door.

"Katherine? Are you there? We have reservations for lunch."

I almost gasped out loud, my body tensing for Drake had moved down my belly and he had spread my thighs and was biting me through my bikini bottoms, tonguing my clit through the fabric.

"Drake!" I whispered. He exhaled and rested his forehead on my belly, his mouth still above my pussy.

"Fuck, Ethan," he whispered back. "You have horrible timing." Then he rose up and laid on top of me, grinning. "So close and yet so far."

I couldn’t help but smile back.

"Katie? Are you OK sweetie?" my father said through the door. "We were worried about you." He jiggled the door.

"Katie?" Drake whispered, grinning. "You better answer him. Tell him we'll be right down."

"I'll be right down, Daddy. Give me five minutes, OK?"

"All right, dear. We're waiting."