The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

"Will you play this for me?" I held the sheet music out.

He shook his head and took the sheet music away. "I don't think so."

I frowned. "Why not?"

He smiled and put the sheet of music down on the desk, but his smile was a bit forced. Then I got it. Of course. This was too personal. We were just D/s partners. Would-be Dominant and submissive.

"I understand," I said, grimacing. "That's getting too personal, right?"

"No, it's just that I had other plans when inviting you here…" He raised his eyebrows at that.

Emotions battled in me. I was a bit hurt that he wouldn’t play it for me. I didn't believe for a moment that the reason he wouldn’t play was because he wanted to have sex with me.

"I get it, Drake." I sighed and went to the window, looking down at the street below. "You don't want us to cross that line. I'm sorry. This is just new to me. This fucking without emotion thing."

He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his hands taking mine, our fingers threading together.

"Oh, there's lots of emotion, Kate. Just very contained and appropriate."

I nodded. "I know. You want to keep things compartmentalized. Your food in all the right spots on the plate. No messy mingling of flavors. I'm used to piling everything on the fork all at once. I don't know if I can do this."

"Shh," he said, his breath warm in my ear. "Stop over-thinking. Just feel. Feel this," he said and pressed his erection against me, reminding me of why we were here. "I've been imagining fucking you all afternoon. You don't know how difficult it was to blank you out of my thoughts because I kept thinking of your tight wet little pussy and getting hard. Not quite a good thing when you're supposed to be focused on delicate brain surgery…"

I smiled and leaned back against him, closing my eyes, trying not to let sadness dull the excitement I felt. "You're exaggerating."

He chuckled, and nuzzled my neck. "Maybe not during surgery but in between."

I nestled into his arms, enjoying his warmth. "I apologize if I intruded in your thoughts."

"No apology necessary."

We just stood there at the window, the faint light from the street filtering through the wrought iron trellis covering the window, his arms around me, his body pressed against mine.

"And now," he said. "Now that I have you all to myself, alone in my lair, it's time for you to put that signature on the agreement into effect. You understand what that means?"

I swallowed hard, a thrill of something between excitement and fear going through my body right to my groin. "Submission?"

"Yes," he said, his lips at my neck. "No hesitation. No questions. Just comply."

"What if--." I said, but he stopped me, his finger on my mouth.

"Shh," he said. "No what ifs. You know the safe words. Yellow if you need me to slow down. Red if you absolutely have to stop what's happening. You also know what red means."

"Full stop and I go home?"

"Yes. But remember – I don't want to go too fast or scare you. I want you to trust me. I want this

to work so I plan on keeping a very close watch over you and how you respond to me and what I'm doing. You don't have to be afraid. Much. Do you understand?"

"Much?"

"Kate, a little fear is arousing to a sub. A little uncertainty about what I'll do to you. What I'll make you do to me. Admit it. It makes you wet."

I closed my eyes, my cheeks hot, my heart rate increasing just a bit.

"Admit it," he said in my ear, his mouth on my neck, his arms tightening around me as if to reinforce his power over me. "You have to learn to be completely honest with me. It arouses you. I can tell, Kate. Your heart rate just increased. Your breathing is fast and shallow at the thought. If I was to slip my fingers between your lips, I'd feel how wet you are. Tell me I'm right."

"Yes," I said softly, his firm arms around me, his lips at my neck, his breath on my skin making me feel so aroused.