The Agreement

by Lund, S. E.

  "I'm going to…" I said, gritting my teeth, trying not to but the sweetness built in my groin, deep inside me. He didn't stop. Instead he leaned over me again, his arms on either side of me.

  "Open your eyes," he said quickly. "Look in mine."

  I did, expecting he'd stop fucking me, but he didn't.

  "Oh, God…" I said, gasping, but he didn't stop and then I went over the edge.

  "Say my name," he ordered. "Say my name when you come."

  My body took over as my orgasm started and I tried to keep my eyes open, I tried to say his name, but it was almost impossible. He started thrusting deep and fast, his face just over mine.

  "Say my name."

  I tried but could barely speak above a whisper. "Drake…"

  And then I was lost to it, waves of pleasure washing over me, my body tensing, arcing against his, breathing through gritted teeth, my eyes locked on his. He thrust harder, faster, watching me the entire time. I felt his cock become even harder inside of me and finally, he grimaced, his eyes closing briefly before opening again, grunting with each thrust as he came, his face inches from mine, his eyes locked on mine.

  Then he collapsed onto me, his face in the crook of my neck, gasping for breath in my ear. His cock throbbed inside of me and I clenched around him, my arms still above my head. I slipped them down and around him, my legs wrapping around his waist. His skin was warm against me, his body weight comforting.

  It was such a powerful orgasm and I felt almost faint, my hearing dulled, my mind drifting as if I was riding on a wave of bliss as he kissed my neck.

  Finally, when I recovered enough to think, I couldn't hold back.

  "I don't understand," I said. "I thought you didn’t want me to come, but you made me come on purpose."

  He pulled back, his face over mine, his eyes locked on mine. Finally, he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

  "Kate, my whole reason for existence when we're together is to make you come."

  "But then, why did you tell me…"

  He kissed my neck once more and then rose up. He took my legs and spread them and watched as he pulled his now-softening cock out of me.

  "Perfect," he said as he watched and I remembered him saying he wanted to see his come dripping out of me.

  I smiled and covered my face with my hands, a bit embarrassed at his carnal pleasure in the evidence of his orgasm. It amused and interested me at the same time. I always thought it was messy and a bother, but he found it satisfying, like he was marking his territory. It was just one more clue to Drake, and how his mind and libido worked.

  "Why did you tell me I wasn't supposed to come?" I asked again.

  He leaned back down between my thighs, his face above mine, and he stroked my cheek.

  "I have to learn your body like it was my own because I want to own it. You have to get used to taking orders from me. You have to get used to me controlling your response. I watched you get closer and closer with what I did to you so I could learn to judge when you're no longer able to hold back. I watched your body and your face. I listened to your breathing for how erratic it became when you started to come, watched your skin for how it flushed when you were ready, saw your nipples as they puckered when your orgasm started, how your belly tightened as your muscles tensed. They're all clues that let me know how you're feeling, how you're responding to each thing I do to you. Eventually, I'll be able to tell you're close without you having to tell me. But you'll still have to ask permission. I want to control your orgasms, Kate. It's my kink."

  I nodded. He wanted me to be completely in his control. To give up my will to him so he could make me do what he wanted. He wanted to make me come, not just accidentally during sex, but purposely.

  I closed my eyes and just lay beneath him, bliss filling me, my arms and legs heavy. I didn't have to do anything except respond. I didn't have to think. I didn't have to worry. I didn’t have to try to do anything.

  It was liberating.

  "I want your every orgasm to be mine."

  "Why?" I said, opening my eyes.

  He just stared at me, shaking his head.

  "Why does it matter?" he said, his face serious. "I just do. There's no big mystery. It gets me off. When I really feel your complete submission, that moment when I know you are completely mine, it will be," he said, pausing as if searching for the right words. "Bliss."

  "Bliss," I said, wondering what bliss felt like, but pretty sure it felt close to what I felt when I was in the throes of my orgasm.

  "Hopefully, when you do submit completely, you'll feel it, too."

  "I thought I did."

  He smiled. "No, not even close. We're just starting, Kate. I have to learn every inch of you. I have to learn all your little kinks. All the things that send you over. I have to feel you give more and more control to me. Unquestioning. You have to do things without a thought and you're still thinking. It will take a while. But it will be so worth it for us both."

  He kissed the tops of my breasts where I was burnt and laid his head on them, his breath warm on my nipple.

  I couldn't imagine it getting any better than this.

  To my surprise, we didn't fuck again. I thought he intended to make me come three times, and I began to wonder if he didn't use his sex talk as a way to ramp up my desire. I smiled to myself as I lay in his arms in the dark once we'd both brushed our teeth and crawled under the covers. He knew how to work me up.

  I was also surprised that he decided to stay with me.

  "Why are you sleeping here with me?" I asked, when he snuggled against me, his arms around me, one hand under my breast as if he was feeling my pulse. "I thought you'd go back to your own room."

  He was quiet for a moment. "I thought I'd stay with you tonight, make sure you're all right after the day you had. You've got a bad sunburn, and you had a touch of heat stroke."

  "So you're in charitable doctor mode?"

  He kissed my shoulder. "Something like that." He said nothing for a moment, but then he sighed. "To tell you the truth, I've gone a bit off the reservation, so to speak."

  I rolled over onto my back and looked at his face in the darkness. I could just make out his cheekbones and a glint in his eyes from a sliver of light from under the curtains.

  "Off the reservation?"

  "I've broken my own rules with you."

  "How?"

  He stroked his hand over my shoulder and down my arm. "I told you. I keep things in their own place. I don't like them to mix."

  "Why? Were you one of those kids who kept their food on separate parts of the plate, not letting them touch?"

  He chuckled for a moment. Then he was quiet and I just listened to him breathe.

  "It gets messy."

  "What gets messy?"

  "Katherine…" He kissed my forehead. "Is this twenty questions?"

  I felt a bit hurt at that. He didn't want me to question him. "You want to understand me, Drake. Why can't I want to understand you?"

  "That's not how it's supposed to work. You're supposed to just let me do the thinking. Let me do the knowing. You just let go of control when you're with me and relax. I should remain this dark and powerful enigma."

  "Dr. Enigma," I said, smiling just a bit. "I think I get it. You want to stay a bit mysterious so I feel more submissive when I'm with you. Am I right?"

  "Something like that. Now, shush. Go to sleep. I'm going to fuck you first thing before the conference starts and I want you all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Fair warning."

  "Bright eyed and bushy tailed…" I said, a stab of desire going through me at his warning. "How will I be able to sleep after you tell me that? Too bad I didn't bring Big along…"

  "You've got the real Big right here," he said and thrust his pelvis against me. "Don't you try to get me all hard again, Katherine." He nuzzled my neck and I could hear the smile in his voice. "I have to present my paper tomorrow morning in another session. I have to sleep."

  I sighed. "Good night, D
rake."

  "Good night, Ms. Bennet," he said, humor in his voice. "I'm beginning to think that name suits you to a tee and I should start calling you Elizabeth."

  "Did you read Pride and Prejudice?" I said, surprised.

  He shifted on the bed beside me, snuggling a bit closer. "Dave isn't the only person in the world to take a Victorian Lit course in college. I read Pride and Prejudice, but I'm more a Brontë Wuthering Heights fan."

  I lay in the dark, Drake's arm around my waist, and thought about him as a young student, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three, studying Victorian Literature and reading Ms. Austen and the Brontës.

  "Why did you like Wuthering Heights so much?"

  "Kate…" He yawned beside me. "Tomorrow. I promise that, after I fuck you, I'll tell you all about my love of Emily Brontë over breakfast…"

  "Wuthering Heights is so … depressing. Tragic. Pride and Prejudice is happily ever after."

  "Shh," he said, squeezing me. "I don't believe in happily ever after, Kate. I've studied psychology. I've been divorced. Now please. Women's brains have this tendency to become more active after a good fucking. Men need sleep. Very strong hint…"

  That sent a stab of something through my chest. I just lay still, barely breathing. I understood what he just did. He just reminded me very clearly that this was just a contractual agreement. What I so eagerly signed was meant to limit our relationship to kinky sex. He might have gone off the reservation somewhat with me, but this was as far as he was going to go.

  I thought about Wuthering Heights, about Heathcliff, the tragic anti-hero. How Catherine was the only light in his darkness, how his enduring love for her drove him to do terrible things. How Catherine couldn't deny her love for him and how their love ended in tragedy.

  I shivered, and it wasn't just my sunburn. Beside me, Drake breathed slowly and deeply, already asleep.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I woke really early, just as the sun was rising. Drake had rolled over onto his back and I was lying all alone, shivering, the sheet off me. My skin hurt where I was burnt and so I got up and quickly put on my nightgown, intending to put some aloe on my burns to ease the pain. I snuck out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, taking my bag with me. I sat on the toilet to have a pee and took out my cell only to find an email message from Dawn. The subject line read

  Read this now.

  I hesitated. I did not want to open it and read anything bad from her. But I did anyway.

  Kate, I know you're in the Bahamas with Drake. I asked Heath where you were and he was only too happy to tell me that you’d snuck down there for the holiday weekend to be with Drake, so bad planning on your part if you were trying to hide this. I also know that Drake is not what you think he is. He's not some sweet harmless man who likes to have some control during sex. Maybe you should ask why his ex-wife had a restraining order against him. Seriously, Kate. I did a background check on him. You think he's not a sadist but the police report I have suggests otherwise. If you don't come to your senses, I think the prospect of an anonymous letter with this police report included to the Head of Surgery at NY Presbyterian might convince you to end this very dangerous relationship.

  I covered my mouth with a hand to stifle my gasp and texted her instead of sending an email.

  Dawn, why are you doing this? Have you decided you'd rather lose my friendship than see me happy? I'm happy with Drake. Just give this a chance. Please, I'm begging you. He's not what you think…

  She responded immediately.

  A restraining order, Kate. I wonder what he tried to force on his ex-wife? Do you suppose he wanted to fist-fuck her? One day, you'll thank me for this. I can wait.

  I held my head in my hands. Drake's ex-wife had to get a restraining order against him? A shock went through me, making me feel a bit dizzy. I was sure there was a good reason, but still, it made me slightly nauseated.

  A noise at the door drew my attention away from the message. It was Drake, standing naked in the doorway, his hair mussed, his eyes sleepy.

  "What's the matter? Are you feeling OK?"

  "Drake, I'm taking a pee…" I said, putting my cell in my bag. "Can you give me a moment?"

  "Sorry," he said and stepped out of the bathroom doorway. "I was worried you were feeling sick from your burn."

  I wiped myself, flushed and washed my hands, wondering what I'd say. He came in and stood beside me. When I avoided his eyes, he tilted my chin up with a finger so I couldn't avoid him.

  "Are you OK?"

  "My burn hurts," I said, my voice a bit quivery. "I thought I'd put some aloe on it."

  He nodded and ran his fingers over the burn on my breasts. "Let me do that."

  "I can do it," I said, pushing his hands away.

  "I like to do it," he said, insisting, taking the bottle out of my hands and turning me around, lifting me so that I sat on the vanity, my back to the mirror. He was strong enough that I couldn't resist so I didn't. I just gave in and let him, my mind in a whirl over what Dawn said in her email.

  A restraining order?

  Drake leaned closer between my thighs and pulled down one of the straps to my nightgown. He squeezed some aloe out and smoothed it over the burns on my shoulders and breasts.

  "This is going to make me hard."

  "It's still really early…"

  "Six hours of sleep is my usual," he said, cracking a grin. "You're so delicious in that black lace. But even more delicious out of it." He hiked up the hem so that my thighs were exposed and of course, my newly-shaved pussy. Then he poured a bit of aloe gel on my thighs where the burn was worst and spread it over. "Oh, I am definitely getting hard because of this."

  "I need to take a shower first," I said.

  He put the bottle of aloe down and leaned against me, his mouth at my throat, kissing my neck.

  "This is waterproof," he said, his fingers sliding up my inner thigh to my groin. "Oh, you're so nice and smooth…" he said when he touched me.

  I swallowed hard, in the grip of conflicting emotions. Desire rushed through me at his words and touch, but anxiety did as well. I had to find out what happened before I judged him. Dawn sent a PDF of the restraining order in her email. I wanted to read it but I had the feeling I wouldn’t be able to until Drake and I fucked. He wouldn't let me alone now, not in the state he was in with a delicious-looking erection standing up between our bodies. Just seeing it sent a stab of lust through me, thinking of how good it would make me feel once inside of me.

  "I'll turn the shower on. You get naked."

  He turned away and started the shower, and I admired his delightfully round and firm ass, his strong, wide back. His skin was so smooth and fair although he did have a bit of a tan on his arms and legs. I undressed, resigned to what was going to happen, wanting it, but still, so afraid of what I'd find when I opened that PDF…

  The shower stall beside the bathtub was tiled and large enough for four people. There were two safety bars on the walls and after I got in and was completely wet from the warm spray, Drake maneuvered me into the corner and proceeded to wash me. He took a bar of soap out of its box and lathered up really well, his eyes intense as he began to slide his soapy hands over my shoulders and breasts, his fingers circling my nipples, drawing them into hard points. I grasped onto the two bars on either side of me, and closed my eyes, letting him just do what he would to me. I tried to block thoughts of the restraining order out of my mind. I tried to just focus on his fingers and what he was doing to me, so expertly working me up.

  His soapy hands trailed down my body over my belly and down to my thighs. He slipped his fingers between my labia and thighs, gently, and then around my back to my ass and his touch sent thrills of desire through my body. He slid his hands around my hips and soaped between my cheeks before turning me around so that the water rinsed the soap off me.

  "There," he said, turning me back, lifting one of my thighs so that warm water ran down my body and between my legs. "All clean."

  He
turned the shower off and knelt down on the floor, taking my leg, placing it over his shoulder. He glanced up at me, his eyes intense. "I'm going to eat you, Kate. Put your leg over my other shoulder. Hold on to those bars for support. Remember to tell me if you feel like you're going to come."

  I did as he said, my thighs shaking just a bit to see his mouth so close to me. He worked his hands up and around my thighs and spread my labia, then began to lick me all over, his tongue circling my clit, then going lower to the entrance to my body. It felt so good, his tongue so soft and warm against me, but when he lowered one hand and slipped two fingers into me, I clenched around him.

  It didn't take long and soon, my arousal built and I felt the unmistakable signs deep inside me of an impending orgasm.

  "Drake, I…" I whispered, but he didn't stop. He kept licking, sucking my clit into his mouth, his fingers stroking inside of me. "Drake, I'm going to come…"

  This didn't stop him, but seemed to encourage him and he thrust a third finger inside of me, and the increased pressure combined with the sensation from his tongue on my clit pushed me over. My orgasm started, my whole body shaking, my thighs tensing around his head. I breathed in through gritted teeth as waves of pleasure overtook me, and I moaned out loud. "Oh, God…"

  He kept licking and thrusting his fingers inside of me, my body quaking, clenching around his fingers.

  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.