The Agreement by S. E. Lund Read Free Book Online

touch.
     
    I know you .
     
    I've known every part of you – every naked
inch, inside and out.
     
     You can relax completely with me. You can
feel everything possible with me. You can respond with total abandon with me.
     
    It is what I most desire.
     
    I can't wait to bind you with my soft leather
restraints and make you cry out my name as you come, again and again. Then I
will kiss you, smothering your moans with my mouth...
     
    When Lara walked up to my table, I tore my
attention away from the email. She looked so normal compared to her profile
photo on FetLife, dressed in a sober blue pinstripe suit fitting to her
occupation as a defense lawyer, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun,
makeup impeccable, her lawyer's briefcase on rollers towed behind her. I didn't
know what to expect, but in my mind's eye, I pictured her wearing a mask and
black leather dress with impossibly high-heeled-thigh-high leather boots.
    "Kate?"
    I put my phone away and smiled.
    "You must be Lara."
    "The very one."
    She ordered an espresso from the waitress, and
then sat down. After she adjusted her suit and removed her sunglasses, she
turned her focus on me.
    "You look so different from what I
expected," I said, my cheeks heating.
    "We're ordinary people, Kate. Just like
you." She looked me up and down. "You're a pretty little thing.
Petite. Sweet looking. I love those huge green eyes. I won't have any problems
finding you a proper Dom, if that's what you really want."
    "I need someone to interview ,"
I said, my cheeks hot. "I'm not here to find a Dom for myself."
    "Of course ." She smiled, her
eyes narrowing. "So, tell me why you really want to write about the
lifestyle, of all things." The waitress brought her espresso, and she
sipped it, eyeing me over the rim. "It's quite a stretch from the article
you wrote on famine in West Africa. Aren't you more of a political writer? This
is sub-culture."
    I took in a deep breath and went over my
rehearsed response, having expected this question. I practiced my answer in my
mind all morning, wondering exactly how to phrase my reasons so she would agree
to be my contact in this quasi-secret world.
    "This is topical, given the popularity of
recent books and films. I made the switch from politics to popular culture
after my trip to Mangaize."
    "There has to be more than that. Something
personal."
    There was, but I didn't really want to admit it.
It wasn't a particularly stellar moment in my personal life. I sighed and
decided to be honest. If I wanted her to be, I figured I should be as well.
    "To be honest, my last real boyfriend and I
parted company over his interest in kink and my fear of it. Ever since we
split, I've been thinking about how I responded. It scared me, but the truth
is," I said, stirring sugar into my cappuccino, "I regret my
over-reaction."
    She smiled knowingly. "And now you're
curious. Did you read the excerpt from the letters I sent you?"
    "Yes."
    "And?"
    I shrugged, not wanting to admit how much it
aroused me. "He's a good writer."
    "That's it? Nothing else?" She leaned
forward. "It didn’t make you want someone like him?"
    "Well…" I said, embarrassed that I
responded so strongly to it. "It was… thought provoking."
    "I bet you can't stop thinking about
him."
    My face grew hot, and it wasn't the warmth of
the sun. "Yes, but because of who I am, who my father is, I
can't risk doing anything that might get me in trouble. I might get away with
writing an investigative piece, but to really explore it as a woman?" I
shook my head. "Can't go there."
    "That's a shame," she said and eyed me
from under a frown. "People like you can't ever really be satisfied
without doing it for real. I read your profile on FetLife."
    "What do you mean, people like me?"
    "You're a sub."
    I frowned. "What was in my profile that
made you think that?"
    "Things." She smiled. "Besides,
if you weren't a sub at heart, if submission didn't appeal to at least some
part of you, you wouldn't have gone