The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

I took in a breath. "Yes."

"Good. That's perfect. You look…" he said, eyeing me up and down. "Delicious." Then he reached into the box and pulled out a black lace garter belt and black fishnet stockings. "Put these on. Then I'm going to eat you."

I complied, my body warming to the thought he was going to make me come. I pulled the garter belt on and then sat on the edge of the tub and pulled on the stockings, one after the other. He knelt down and fastened each garter to the stockings. Then, before I could move, he forced my legs apart and I had to grip the back of the tub for support as he lifted one of my thighs over his shoulder.

I wedged the other foot against the wall, and when he kissed me, I almost jumped.

"Oh, God, Master, I don't know if this is a wise position…"

"Don't argue with me, slave. Tell me if you feel like you could lose your grip."

"Yes, Master," I said, closing my eyes as he began licking me all over, his fingers spreading me open.

"I'm going to be very fast, Master," I said, barely able to speak. "I've been aroused all day."

He glanced up at me. "Good. Just remember to ask permission to come."

I nodded, my heart rate increasing as he slipped a finger inside of me.

"Nice and wet," he said, then he started licking me again, slowly, agonizingly slowly, before covering me with his mouth and sucking me inside. It didn't take long after he slipped several fingers inside of me before I was ready to come, and I had to suck in air to be able to pull myself out of the moment.

"Master, I'm ready…"

"You're what?"

"I'm going to…"

He stopped his motions, leaving my body and flesh aching with need. "I'm not sure if you deserve it. I think I want to hear you beg."

"Please, Master. May I come now?"

"I'll think about it."

Then he began licking me again, his fingers fucking me slowly. My impending orgasm began again and I gasped.

"Master, I…"

He once again pulled away and my orgasm stopped. I groaned, my thighs quaking, my flesh aching, needing more stimulation.

"Please, Master," I said, my arms shaking just a bit.

He licked me again, then sucked my clit between his lips. I clenched around his fingers, my body so ready, just needing a bit more stimulation. When he moved his fingers in me, stroking me, that was it and I gasped.

But he stopped again, glancing up at me. "I didn’t hear you ask nicely enough."

I breathed in deeply as the sensations subsided.

"Please, Master, let me come," I said, my voice shaky.

"I don't think so. I think I'll leave you in need. Aroused. You'll be all the more aroused by what happens at the party."

I groaned, wanting to protest, but I remembered what he had just said to me about submission and so I swallowed my need, my flesh swollen and achy. He withdrew his fingers from me and stood, leaning over me, holding me in his arms and kissing me so that I tasted myself on his tongue.

We stood up, but my legs were shaky and he had to practically hold me up. He stroked his fingers through my hair.

"You'll be so ready later," he said, taking my hand and stroking it across his erection. "And so will I. Perhaps some of your inhibitions will be overcome."

He was hard as rock, his erection trapped behind the leather pants. I sighed, content to wait and see what he had planned. Then I watched as he slipped on a crisp white linen shirt, leaving it untucked, and then his socks and boots. Finally, he pulled on a black tuxedo jacket over top.