The Drake Restrained Collection: Part 1 and 2 (The Drake Series Book 3) (32 page)

4.0.0 Others

The slave may not seek any other Master or lover or relate to others in any sexual or submissive way without the Master's permission. If the slave does, it will be considered a breach of the Agreement, and will result in termination of the Agreement. The Master will not give the slave to other Masters.

5.0.0 Limits

The slave agrees to the following activities, which the Master shall engage in at His discretion:

- All forms of sexual intercourse, oral sex and play, anal sex and play, masturbation, mutual masturbation, vaginal fisting;

- All forms of bondage with the following: Rope, leather, and other suitable restraint materials, and other restraints as the Master sees fit;

- The use of appropriately designed sex toys, including but not limited to vibrators, dildos, anal training toys, vagina beads, etc.

I sent it off, certain that it didn’t go too far for Kate, eager to see how she responded. I dictated some notes on the surgery and then studied the file on my next case, wondering one last time before I focused back on my work when I’d hear back from Kate and what she’d say.

When I finished my second surgery, and returned to my office, I saw that she’d sent me an email a few moments earlier. It was late afternoon. I probably would be able to slip by her apartment after my practice session with Mersey if she was interested in talking about the submission agreement.

To my dismay, the letter wasn’t at all what I expected. In fact, I felt sick about it, wondering what I’d done to receive her email. Was it the vaginal fisting? I didn’t really need that, but put it in so Kate could strike it off is she wanted.

I opened the email and studied it.

From:                       McDermott, Katherine M. 

Sent:                         November 12, 5:31 PM

To:                            Morgan, D. L.

Subject:                   Re: Your Submission

Drake, I read your agreement, but I'm afraid I just can't go through with this. I made a mistake and I'm going to just put this behind me. I'm sorry but this isn't going to work between us after all.

Please don't come over or contact me again.

Goodbye.

Kate

What? My heart sank at that. I sent a reply immediately.

From:                        Morgan, D. L. 

Sent:                          November 12, 6:46 PM

To:                             McDermott, Katherine M.

Subject:                     RE: Your Submission

I'll be right over.

Before I could leave my office, as I was cleaning up my desk, I received another email.

To:                             Morgan, D. L.

Sent:                          November 12, 6:48 PM

From:                        McDermott, Katherine M. 

Subject:                     Re: Your Submission

No, please don't. I don’t want to see you ever again.

I called her cell phone, but she wouldn’t answer so I texted her as I left the hospital.

Kate, what happened between last night and lunch?

Tell me.

Let me talk to you. Please…

I want you.

She responded and I frowned as I read the text, trying to understand what she meant.

This is just the way it has to be for your own good. Please stop calling and texting me. It won’t do any good.

What? What the fuck did she mean, my own good. I texted back:

For my own good? What does that mean?

Kate, don't do this…

Kate, please call me.

Kate, what happened? You were fine when I left you…

Will you at least answer my texts so I know you're OK?

Kate, I'm coming over to talk to you. Please give me the chance to make it right…

Nothing.

I drove by her apartment building but she didn’t answer when I tried her buzzer. I sat on the steps and texted her once more.

At least tell me why you don't want to be with me. What was it? Did the contract scare you? Don't be afraid, Kate. You can strike off anything that you don't want to do. I just included those things that I know probably upset you so you'd have something to cross off. I don't need to do them. I don’t need to do anything that you don’t want to do. I want to be with you.

Please, give this time.

She texted me back almost immediately.

Drake, I'm doing this for you. To protect you.  I can't say anything more but you have to stop trying to see me. You have to just stop for your own good.  I can't say more…. I'm sorry.

I went to my own place and sat on my sofa, my phone in my hand. I sat back and covered my head with my hands trying to figure out where I’d gone wrong.

I had to fix this. I had to find a way to calm whatever fears she’d developed in the hours between being at her apartment and when I received her email.

I was not going to let her get away.

END OF PART TWO

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

S. E. Lund is a writer and policy wonk who lives with her family of humans and animals in a century-old house on a quiet tree-lined street in a small city in Western Canada. She dreams of living in a warmer climate by the ocean where she can smell the salt air when she opens her window. When she was ten, she read
Dracula
, and has been warped ever since.