The Agreement

by Lund, S. E.

  The beep-beep beep-beep of Drake's cell alarm pulled my attention away from him.

  "Oh, fuck. Lara…" Drake withdrew from my body and went to his jacket for his cell, his cock still rock hard.

  "Hi, it's me. We're in the middle of things…" He listened. "Just a minute." He came back to the bed where I was lying on my side, hands covering my face, mortified that he was able to manipulate me so well and that I came so fast with him barely doing anything to me. He crawled onto the bed beside me and handed me the phone. "It's Lara. She wants to talk to you, make sure you're all right."

  I pushed the phone and his hand away, not looking at him. "I'm fine," I whispered.

  "She says she's fine."

  Then he leaned down and tried to turn my face towards him, but I fought, my hair covering my face, my hands over my eyes. What the fuck was wrong with me? My eyes stung with tears.

  Drake left the bedroom, and I watched as he went to the living room and stood in the darkness. I got up and pulled on my nightgown, a tiny black lacy thing and stood at the door, listening. He spoke quietly, but I could still hear him.

  "Lara, she's a bit emotional right now," he said, his voice almost inaudible. There was silence for a moment as he listened to Lara. "I barely even had it in her. Seriously, I hardly did anything. Like, two minutes…"

  I bit my lip to gain control over my emotions.

  "I'm not an idiot frat boy," I heard him whisper. "I did take it slow. Christ, She was just so ready…"

  A pause. "I will. She will," he said. "Thanks for understanding."

  I went to the bathroom before he returned to wash my face and get hold of myself. I closed the door behind me, but there was no lock so he could come in if he wanted.

  He knocked at the door. "Kate, let me in."

  "Just go."

  "Don't be like that. Let me in. We have to talk."

  I didn't respond and then he came inside. I stood at the vanity holding a wet washcloth to my eyes. He put his arms around me from behind, just pressing his body against mine as if to comfort me. He was still semi-hard but he didn’t push or make any kind of sexual move.

  "Kate, why are you crying?"

  "I'm not."

  He turned me around and took the washcloth out of my hands, wrapping his arms around me, forcing my head onto his shoulder. I was just mortified at how easily he was able to arouse me, and how fast I'd come. It shocked me.

  He pulled me into the living room and made me sit on his lap once more, straddling his hips, his still semi-erect cock lying to the side, condom covering him. I gave in, my arms slipping around his neck, my head resting on his shoulder. I didn’t say anything, and he didn’t force me to.

  "I should have been more aware of how you were doing, Kate. I was just so aroused myself, too busy enjoying myself to notice, a little shocked. That was sloppy of me and won't happen again. I really didn't think anything would happen…"

  "You were laughing at me."

  "No, no," he said, shaking his head. "I wasn't laughing at you. I was delighted with you. I was ecstatic. You're so responsive." He tried to catch my eye but I avoided him. "Look at me." He took my chin in his hand and turned my face. Finally, I couldn't avoid his eyes and I felt that connection between us again.

  He took in a deep breath. "I didn't think you'd come so fast and so easily. I didn’t even get to taste you."

  "I'm so embarrassed," I whispered. "You barely did anything to me. I've never been that fast before."

  "Don't be. It means you can come many times in a session. You don't know how pleased that makes me." He brushed hair off my cheek. "Sweet submissive Kate. You really are a sub, little one. I just proved it without even trying."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I didn't really even have my Dom hat on with you – not fully – and you were totally responsive to me and what I was doing and saying and how I was touching you. You have no idea how that kind of response is so addictive."

  "You didn't," I said, glancing down at his erection. "You know…"

  "No, I didn't come," he said, smiling at me. "Way too fast for me. Next time you can do me twice in payback."

  I tried to hide my own smile by tucking my face into the crook of his neck. "Won't you get blue balls or something?"

  He laughed softly. "I'll be fine, Kate. But I did want to ask you something. Do you always come during intercourse?"

  I shook my head. "No, never with a partner."

  He frowned. "What does that mean, with a partner?"

  "Well," I said, my cheeks reddening when he pulled back to look me in the eyes.

  "What?"

  "I do with…" I said, shrugging one shoulder, my voice barely audible. "You know."

  "With what? Tell me, Kate. You can't shock me. Your fingers?"

  I shook my head, embarrassed. "I got this gift at a bachelorette party and…"

  This look came over his face – I couldn't tell if it was amusement or incredulity. "A dildo or a vibrator?"

  "The first one." I couldn’t even say the word.

  "You use a dildo?"

  He pushed me back down on the couch, leaning over me, grinning like an idiot. "Sweet little Ms. Bennet using a dildo to get off? Oh, God…" He bent his head next to mine, his mouth beside my ear. "I won't be able to sleep tonight imagining it."

  He pulled back and I covered my eyes, smiling, my face hot. "I can't believe I admitted to that!"

  "Oh, you have to admit to things like that with me, Kate. I have to know these things. You are a little kinky after all. A dildo? How big? What color?"

  I bit my lip and turned my face away, not able to look him in the eye.

  "Come on, tell me!"

  "I looked it up on Google," I said, stifling a laugh, covering my mouth. "It's flesh colored and called," I said, breaking out in giggles. "Mr. Big."

  He laughed out loud at that. "Well, then, I'm perfect for you!"

  We laughed together for a few minutes, me giggling almost uncontrollably, tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard, relieved that he wasn't horrified. All my anxiety seemed to dissipate with the laughter.

  "So, tell me details," he said, pulling me back up so that I sat straddling his hips in his embrace. "When did you start using it? Was it before or after flyboy? How often do you use it?"

  "Drake!" My face was so hot from embarrassment. "I can't talk about this!"

  "Oh, yes you can. You must. This is like Pandora's Box. Once you mention it, you have to tell me everything. Did you use it before or after flyboy?"

  I sighed. "After," I said, remembering. "My friend's bachelorette party about eight months ago. We all got one. It was a Carrie Sex in the City party."

  "And? Details. Come on."

  I shrugged my shoulder a bit. "I tried it, but it was too big. So I just kind of played with it a bit. You know…"

  "No, I don’t know. You have to describe it."

  "I can't…"

  "I'll make you show me right now if you don't tell me," he said.

  "No way!" I shook my head. "I do just what you did. You know, just playing around a bit outside, going in a bit but not too deep at first… Eventually, I got the hang of it and I think I found my G-Spot."

  "You sure did get the hang of it."

  He pulled me against him and took in a deep breath, kissing my neck. "Oh, sweet Kate, don't be embarrassed about that. You don't have any idea how much men want to learn something like that about their lover."

  "It's embarrassing."

  "Oh, no, baby. There isn’t a heterosexual man alive who'd think less of you if he knew. In fact, he'd be pleased that you can come from his dick alone. That's not all that common."

  "I wanted to be able to. It frustrated me that I couldn’t. I only used to be able to through oral and it felt like there was something wrong with me. So when I got Big, I decided to try…"

  He smiled and stroked my cheek. "You call it Big?"

  "After Big on Sex and the City. Carrie's boyfriend. We used to joke with each othe
r about it. Has Big visited you lately?" I said, raising my eyebrows suggestively. " How's Big doing? Still such an upright kinda guy? Still as reliable as ever? Never lets a girl down." I smiled sheepishly. "That kind of thing."

  He laughed and then pulled me against him, and I could feel him smiling against my neck, his cheek raising. We sat like that for a few minutes, not speaking, just basking in the post-laughing jag high that released all my anxiety over coming so fast.

  "Come," he said and pulled me back into the bedroom and I was certain that he was going to fuck me, finish the job, but instead, he pulled me onto the bed and under the covers. Then he pulled me on top of him so that I lay on his body.

  I waited for him to do something but he didn't, just held me, stroking my hair, his other hand stroking the skin on my back.

  "You don't want to…"

  "To what?"

  "You know…"

  "Fuck you?" He glanced at me, smiling. "It's getting too late and I don't like to rush." Then he glanced at his watch. "It's almost past the witching hour," he said and turned my face to his. "I have to go in five. Have an early morning in the OR but I wanted to just lie here for a while with you. Make sure you're OK."

  "I'm fine," I said, my voice stronger now, a tiny grin on my face. He kissed me softly. He was still semi-erect. "Are you OK? You're still a bit…"

  "I'll be fine," he said, humor in his voice. "It's not the first time I've left a woman half-erect and won't be the last time."

  "You don't want to just…"

  He squeezed me. "Just have a quickie? A quick ram from behind?"

  I nodded, my cheeks heating.

  "I'm tempted but no," he said and rolled over on top of me, watching me as he stroked my cheek. "I don't want to use your body like that right now but next time?" he said, frowning. "Next time I will use your body for my pleasure entirely. I intend to fuck you without you coming, just a straight desperate fuck so that we're even."

  That made me clench.

  "Why not now?"

  "Not now – not the first time. The first time is all about you. We don't have time to get you back in the mood after that laughing fit. As fast as you were, I know you won't be that fast again and I don't have time. I can wait until next time."

  We lay like that for a while longer and I just relaxed, my cheek against his shoulder, my arms around his warm body.

  Finally, he sighed. "I have to go."

  He rose up and I followed him to the bathroom, watching as he unrolled the condom from his still semi-erect cock. He threw it in the trash. Then he took a pee right in front of me. I turned away, embarrassed.

  "I have no shame, Kate, about anything to do with the body. You shouldn't either. Not with me."

  Then he washed his hands and I followed him out to his clothes, watching as he dressed. He came to me and tipped my chin up with a finger, kissing me, a sweet kiss.

  "Until next time," he said, his eyes meeting mine. "There will be a next time, I hope? You'll give me another chance?"

  "Yes, please," I said, not intending to sound so formal.

  "I look forward to it. I'm going to edit your agreement and send you a revised copy in email tonight. I want you to read it and consider it. Sign it. I want this for real, Kate. I think we're a good match." He kissed me again. "Promise me you'll consider it."

  "I will."

  While he finished dressing, I watched, admiring his physique. I handed him his coat and he pulled it on. He kissed me softly, stroking my cheek with a thumb, his fingers threading in my hair.

  "Call Lara now, so I know you have. She'll be waiting."

  I retrieved my cell from my bag, dialed and then waited.

  "Hi, Lara?" I said, looking at him. "It's Kate. I'm fine."

  He nodded to me and then left the apartment, the door closing softly behind him.

  "Tell me what happened," Lara said as I closed the door behind Drake.

  "He seduced me is what happened. I didn't plan on us having sex tonight but he has this way…"

  She laughed on the other end of the line. "That he does. He's a great mindfuck, Kate. That's his specialty. He knows how to get into your mind and uses that to get what he wants. Keep that in mind when you're with him. He's very smart."

  "He is. Especially in that way. You know, psychology."

  "It's how we met. Abnormal Psych course in my senior year. We actually studied BDSM and I think that's what got me started in the lifestyle, but Drake remained outside, just interested intellectually. He didn't get back into it until after his divorce."

  "Did he come to you about it?"

  "Yes. I taught him everything he knows, but he's a natural. But I think he was a bit sloppy with you tonight. Tell me why you were crying."

  I exhaled and bit a nail, thinking about it. "I don’t know," I said. "I was embarrassed. I came so fast, and he was grinning at me, almost laughing and I thought he must think I was really stupid."

  "Oh, no, Kate, you have to realize that's a bonus for a man like Drake."

  "Why?"

  "He wants to make you come, a lot. It's his way of feeling power. You just proved yourself capable. With new subs, especially novices, it takes a while to work out the differences between you. You have to learn how they respond to things, what they like and need. See how compatible their needs are with what you need. It can take a while to get in sync. The fact you came so quickly means he gets you. He understands you and what you need. I just don't think he realized how much he gets you and was able to affect you. And," she said, "how much you affected him."

  "I was surprised as well. I mean, I never came through intercourse alone before. Not with a man, I mean. Just a dildo."

  "Oh, you use a dildo?" She said nothing for a moment, but I could hear a bit of a laugh on the other end. "That explains it."

  "I thought I was ruining myself using it. It was so big I couldn't even get it inside of me completely."

  She chuckled. "Drake could ruin you for other men, so watch out."

  "He's big."

  "He's delightfully big," Lara said, her voice filled with humor. "If he wasn't a Dom, I'd have made him my own sub."

  "You trained him? Doesn't that mean he had to take the submissive role?"

  "Yes, but every Dom has to learn. I showed him how to top someone. I taught him how to use toys and implements. I taught him safety procedures. He's a natural, Kate. He understands this at a really deep level. As a novice, you couldn't be in better hands. Usually, he would have just let you go if there'd been any personal connection between you and him so I'm surprised he's pursuing you. He really shouldn't because he doesn't like any messy personal stuff in his sexual life. And I think he really likes you, but don't tell him I told you that. "

  "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."

  "Good. He usually keeps his distance with his subs. He doesn't see them socially. He doesn't really talk to them about anything outside the lifestyle and sex. He's already seen you socially a couple of times so this is not usual for him, nor is it usual for him to screw up like this."

  "It was kind of unavoidable, given who we both are. He and my dad are so close."

  "Usually, he compartmentalizes very well. He has his work, his band, his charity, and his subs. But I have a feeling you're just his type. Maybe too much if all you want is instruction and to write your article."

  I frowned, wondering why she was warning me. "That's all I want," I said, but of course, Drake was so attractive and so desirable in every way, a part of me couldn't help but hope we became more than just fuck partners.

  She was silent for a moment. "Kate, I'll tell you the truth. When I learned you two knew each other personally, I told him to stay away from you."

  "You did? Why?"

  "You're too messy. He should only be with experienced subs who know that this is just sex."

  "Messy?"

  "Too much crossover in your lives. Doctors Without Borders, your father, Africa. You're both in the same social circles. I'm warning you. That's no
t what Drake wants, so don't expect anything from him."

  "I won't," I said, but it hurt to say that.

  "He's been alone since his divorce. All he's had are his subs, which he's not emotionally connected to. Still…" she said, as if debating with herself. "I wonder. Did he kiss you? I mean, aside from during sex? Did he kiss you goodnight?"

  "Yes," I said, frowning. "He kissed me, um," I said, counting it up mentally, "at least five times. Maybe more. Why do you ask?"

  "Don't get any romantic ideas, because he's not able to go there. This is just sex, Kate. Keep that in your mind. Don't let yourself go beyond that."

  "I won't," I said again, frowning.

  "Well, I'll let you go. Sweet dreams, Kate."

  "Good night, Lara. Thanks again."

  I ended the call and just sat on the couch for a while, remembering the very brief and almost whirlwind events from earlier. I covered my mouth with a hand as I thought about what happened from the time we were outside the concert hall to him kissing me goodbye.

  Lara warned me and I had to take that warning to heart.

  He said he didn't kiss women unless he was fucking them. He kissed me several times without fucking me, both before and after. Lara seemed really interested in whether he kissed me as if it meant something. I didn't know him well enough to understand what it meant, but men always kissed you a lot when they were trying to get you into bed. Once they did, the kissing seemed to stop.

  I wondered if it would be the same with Drake.

  Thing is, I loved kissing. It seemed so intimate. I craved it. When it stopped being so important, once you were really into a sexual relationship, I always felt deprived. The couple of men I slept with before always seemed to want to get right to the meat of the matter, right to the sucking and fucking and kisses stopped being so important.

  If I was going to enter into this D/s relationship with Drake, I hoped he would still kiss me, but I expected we would only meet to have sex so he would kiss me then, based on what I read from his letters to his subs. Lara warned me. I had to be content with just really really great sex.

  After a warm bath, I went to my laptop and checked my email, looking for the agreement he said he'd email me when he got home. It was half an hour since he left and I expected to find an email from him but nothing. Maybe he was busy editing it or something.