The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

"Retro-psychedelic rock?" I said, forcing a smile, feeling a bit hurt that he'd have to think about it. "British Invasion? I heard you talking to my dad at the concert. I like some of it. I've heard my father play it before on those Oldie Goldie satellite radio stations. I don't have to hear you play, if it makes you uncomfortable."

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."