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The Agreement (Unrestrained 1)

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He finally stopped after I almost let go of the safety bars in my near delirium. He pulled his mouth away and stared into my eyes as I gasped above him, my arms shaking.

Then he let each of my thighs down from his shoulders and stood up, his rock-hard dick pressing against my belly.

"Turn around," he commanded and I did, knowing what came next. I bent over and spread my thighs without him even telling me, gripping the safety bars once more and he entered me from behind, his length easily sliding inside of me, I was so slick from my orgasm. I thought he'd just fuck me quickly and come himself, but he didn't. He slid his hand around my body between my thighs and began to stroke my still very-sensitive clit while remaining still, his cock feeling so nice and big inside of me. His fingers were soft at first, but soon, he increased pressure as he began to thrust inside of me, very slowly, stroking inside the entrance to my body and a couple of inches so that he hit my sweet spot over and over again.

He was so good at this, it felt so good, so sweet that soon, I was ready to come again.

"Drake," I said, breathless once more, "I'm going to come again."

He didn't stop, just kept sliding inside of me just a few inches, his fingers never stopping their slow, agonizing tease. I was breathing rapidly, my body so close once more and I felt that any moment my orgasm would start. I tried to speak, barely able to get it out.

"Drake…"

"Come for me," he said, his voice hoarse. He started thrusting faster, entering me all the way. "Say my name when you come," he whispered, biting my shoulder. "Say my name."

I gasped as my orgasm started, the sensations so intense, jolts of pleasure down my legs and up into my belly. My face felt hot, and I had to grit my teeth.

"Say my name," he said again, his voice a harsh whisper.

"Drake…" I groaned as I shuddered, my whole body quaking.

He was right behind me. He pulled his fingers away from me, and gripped onto my hips, thrusting harder, grunting in my ear as he came as well, gasping with each thrust, pulling my hips against him. Finally, he stopped and just leaned against me as I bent over, still grasping the safety bars for support, my thighs now shaking.

"Fuck…" he gasped in my ear, his hands stroking underneath me, down from my neck and over my breasts, then to my pussy once more. "That was so good."

I clenched around him when he touched my clit and he groaned. He just stood like that for a moment, his cock still pulsing a bit inside me, his breathing and mine starting to slow. Finally, he slipped out of me. He turned me around and grasped my shoulders, bending down to kiss me, pulling me into his arms as he did. I just melted into him, trying not to think, trying to just feel him, feel this moment. The other moments when I had to face reality, when I had to face what Dawn sent me in her email, would come soon enough.

"There," he said, stroking my cheek. "That's two for one, I think."

I smiled and closed my eyes, biting back sadness that started once more when I thought about Dawn's email. "Are you keeping track?"

He leaned down and pressed his face in my neck, kissing me, and I felt his cheek rise in a smile.

"I'm greedy that way."

After we ate a quick breakfast in our room that Drake had ordered the night before, Drake went back to his own suite to prepare for his conference session. I sat alone in front of the open window and read my email, examining the copy of the restraining order.

It named Drake and was taken out by his former wife, Maureen. A temporary order of protection for "forcible touching" and "harassment". The order was dated almost five years earlier and I wagered it was after he and his wife split.

Forcible touching… Harassment…

Not quite what I thought at first. I thought he'd assaulted her. I could understand if a husband who had just been told by his wife that she was leaving him tried to touch her, tried to stop her from going through with it.

I could see Drake, maybe not quite understanding his Dominant nature, trying to control her and getting too insistent. I could see there being misunderstandings over this and a he-said she-said situation. Then I feared I was trying too hard to find an excuse for him. Maybe the split came out of left-wing for him and he freaked. It didn't seem like the self-confident controlled man I knew but perhaps he was really heart-broken by the split. Would he really hurt his wife?

Maybe that was what drove him to compartmentalize his life so carefully, keeping women at arm's length using submission contracts.

I sent Dawn a text.

Dawn, that was during his breakup with his wife of five years. He was probably upset and maybe overreacted but he wasn't cited with assault of any kind. He probably didn’t want her to leave him. He has mentioned how broken up he was over their split. Can't you understand that he is not dangerous? He is not into pain! He just likes control and I happen to like it when he takes control. Is our friendship worth nothing? Can't you give me the chance to prove to you that he's a good man?

She responded in a couple of minutes.

I have to follow my conscience. He likes to tie women up and fist them and anally fuck them, Kate. Doesn't that scare you? How much farther from that is rape? Even if you let him willingly, what's wrong with you if you want that? It's sick.

I sat and held my head in my hands, grief washing over me that she couldn't listen to reason. Was she going to actually try to ruin his career over this?

Don't do this, Dawn. Don't ruin him. He hasn't hurt me. He's only cared for me.



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