The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

"Look in my eyes," he said, holding my face in his hands. I could barely keep them open, but did. "Say my name."

When my orgasm started, he just fucked me missionary style until I cried out, his name instead of Master on my lips.

He came as well in a few strokes, his face red with effort, then his jaw slack, his eyes half-lidded as his orgasm started, ramming himself into me with each spasm. He collapsed onto me and panted in my ear for a moment, then kissed my neck. I couldn't help but smile.

He pulled back and saw my smile and smiled himself, a trickle of sweat on his forehead.

"So?" he said, raising his eyebrows, grinning like a fool. "How was vanilla ice cream without any chocolate sauce and whipped cream tonight? Good enough?"

"More than good enough, in case you didn't notice, Master."

He bent down and kissed my throat.

Then he couldn't resist and sat up between my thighs and spread my legs wide so he could watch his come drip out of me.

I covered my face to stop my smile.

"What are you smiling about, Ms. Bennet?" he said and I could hear the amusement in his voice. "The fact I can't deny at least one of my kinks?"

I opened my hands and watched him as he cocked his head to the side, admiring his artwork.

He glanced back to my face, and smiled and his smile did something to me. I can't describe it, or explain it. Whatever it was we thought we'd be to each other, I felt as if that had been passed, surmounted, overcome. What we became I wasn't sure, but I knew the agreement was pretty much thrown out the window.

If Drake realized it, he didn't seem to care.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

The Monday before Christmas Eve, on our night together because Dawn was working an extra shift, I was at 8th Avenue before Drake, which was very rare. I brought along a couple of strings of Christmas lights and some decorations, plus a sprig of real Mistletoe I picked up from a green grocer near my apartment. I was just wandering around his apartment, thinking of where I'd want to string up the lights when he arrived, wearing his camel colored overcoat and plaid scarf, his cheeks red from the chill.

"You're here," he said, smiling. "I was running a bit late in surgery."

"I'm here, breathlessly waiting for you."

"Just the way I like you."

I smiled and helped him with his coat and packages. Once he was out of the coat, I went to him with the sprig of Mistletoe behind my back.

"What have you got there, Ms. Bennet?"

I held it up, grinning. "Just this," I said. Try as I might, I couldn't hold it high enough over his head. "I need stilts to get it over you."

"No stilts for you," he said and grabbed me, his arms slipping around me. "Too dangerous. Don't you know you're supposed to hold it over your own head? Not that I need any excuse to kiss you…"

He kissed me and the mistletoe was all but forgotten. Once again, I was amazed at how quickly I responded to him, my body immediately wet and aching at the touch of his mouth on mine.

While he grabbed my ass with one hand, he slipped the other under my skirt to feel my garters and naked pussy.

"Mmm," he said against my throat. "Slave, you are nice and wet."

I smiled, gasping a bit when his fingers slipped inside of me.

"You've got me trained like Pavlov's little submissive, Master."

He laughed at that and then pulled away. "Speaking of Russians, do you have some Anisovaya?"

I nodded and went to the sideboard where the crystal glasses waited. We did a toast to each other.

While he nibbled my neck, I brought up something I had hoped to talk about.