The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

His eyes burned into mine. "If your mind wanders, I'll have to bring you back with me. I want you here, with me, mentally and emotionally, Kate. With me in the moment. Focused."

I nodded, unable to speak, feeling a bit like a bad little girl getting disciplined. Then, I realized I was being disciplined. He kept staring in my eyes as if waiting to see compliance in them.

That look in his eyes – stern, demanding, in control – sent a thrill of desire through my body. Finally, I breathed in deeply, letting go of my attempt to control anything, my mind or my body. As if he sensed my release, he sighed.

"Good girl," he said. He held my hands above my head with one hand and reached down to touch my bottom lip with a finger, stroking the tiny scar there. Then he leaned down and kissed me and my body responded, my heart racing, pressing against him, a little groan escaping me when he ground himself against my pussy.

He pulled away and stood, taking my hands in his and binding them together with the leather tie, the knot tight but not so tight that it constricted them or was uncomfortable.

"Test them. Feel them. They won't get any tighter than that, no matter what you do. I've used a special knot so don't worry. They should be fine no matter how you pull on them. But if they do get tighter, tell me right away if it becomes painful in a way you can't tolerate."

I nodded and tried to pull my wrists apart. Then, he pushed me back onto the bed and fastened the other end of the leather tie to one of the spindles in the headboard. There wasn't much give. I pulled at the tie to feel how secure it was. I wouldn't be able to get free if I wanted to and I realized then that I was truly confined now. I was here until he released me. I couldn't run away.

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.

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"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…"