Page 39 of Unbreakable

I move over and sit on the couch, sinking into its comfort, pulling my legs up underneath me. I can hear him moving around in the kitchen and the clinking of ice hitting glass, it’s a calming sound and my mind wanders back to the last time I had ice with him, which has my pussy throbbing with want.

He strides back into the room, confidence and dominance pouring off of him in waves. He sits a file down on the coffee table, placing two glasses of water on the coasters. Be still my heart, a man who actually uses them. He is definitely starting to seem like a unicorn.

He picks up the manilla envelope and pulls out a stack of papers. Papers I’ve already read and I know exactly what they say.

“Before anything, I need you to sign the non disclosure agreement. I should’ve had you sign it at the restaurant, but I let myself get a little carried away. An error on my part and one that needs to be rectified immediately. It states you will not speak of anything we do together, my sexual proclivities, our arrangement, basically anything to do with us. Do you understand?” he announces, his voice strong, confident, and never faltering. His eyes burning straight through me from the intensity he’s staring at me with.

“Yes, I understand Sir. But I’m not ignorant. I can read and understand basic concepts of the English language. I am a college student or did you forget, Professor?” I retort back sharply.

“Oh my little brat, we definitely need to get through all of this. My palm is burning to leave its mark on your delectable ass. It will be so bad on Wednesday, my cock will harden at every uneasy move you make while seated at your desk, trying to find a hint of comfort.” he says admonishingly.

We spend the next three, yes that’s correct, three fucking hours going over the contract. Beginning with picking a safeword, I chose tofu. Yeah I know, weird, he thought so too. I about died with the expression he made with that one. We discussed hard and soft limits. What was a definite no, yeah there was an immediate hell no to torture play and religious scenes, I didn’t want to go to hell. Water sports and scat play was a fucking hell no. Not to kink shame anyone, those just weren’t for me. He thought he was cheeky adding in shit he didn’t even participate in, the fucker. Claimed it was so he could learn what his submissive liked, enjoyed, desired or was curious about.

I couldn’t stop the onslaught of yawns, or the losing battle with keeping my eyes open. How in the hell was I going to make the drive home...

“Lil’ Witch, let’s get you to bed. It’s late and you are too tired to drive. I don’t have class tomorrow until the afternoon, well today since it's morning already. We both need sleep.” He stands up from the couch and reaches down, scooping me up into his arms and carries me to the bedroom. I’m already asleep before my body hits the mattress.

I wake up to find myself in an unknown room, with a strong arm, definitely male wrapped firmly around my waist, pulling me close to his body. I'm still disoriented so it takes me a few minutes to remember the events of last night and realize it has to be Draco, my new dom. Hell, I can't believe I’m saying that. It hits me like an avalanche. I need to let Knox know, or do I? We aren't dating, but we are sleeping together and rarely, if ever, use condoms.

I feel him move behind me and an impressively large bulge presses against my ass. Fuck, God help me survive these men that are hung like horses, my vagina will be forever damaged for any man now. Well, in a matter of months there will be no more, just him, whoever he is.

I move slightly and start grinding my ass back into his cock, making slow, circular motions. His hands tighten around my waist before he growls in a husky voice. “Stop that Lil’ Witch. I need to get up and get dressed for class so we don’t have time.”

“That’s no fun.” I whine out in an annoying squeaky voice.

There’s a heavy slap across my ass, thank god I’m still clothed, that shit stung like a bitch. I can’t help the loud yelp that comes from my mouth.

“That’s what my brat gets for whining. Now, I’m going to get dressed and I will meet you in the kitchen for something to eat before I need to leave for work and we’ll decide when we’re going to meet up again.”

He stands up from the bed, and I can’t help the imaginary drool that steadily drips from my mouth at his chiseled chest, and that V that dips down underneath the waistband of his low hanging charcoal pajama pants.

My eyes are zoned in on his body so I don’t see the smirk appearing on his face. “Does my lil’ witch like what she sees?”

“She does actually, but the big bad Sir says there’s no time to play.” I give him the most pathetic pout I can muster, but nope, he has a will of steel and doesn’t give in.

“Get up and get out there. I set the coffee pot last night so it should be just about done brewing. I like mine black if you could make me a cup.”

He walks out the room, heading into what must be his ensuite bathroom. I lazily get up from the bed, wanting nothing more than to cocoon myself in the blankets and go back to lala land for another few hours. It’s what I fully intend to do when I get home.

I drag myself out to the living room looking for where I sat my phone down last night. It’s still a bit hazy, but if I remember correctly, the last time I had it was when I was sitting on the couch.

Scanning the area I don’t see it placed on the table. Kneeling down on the floor, I put my hands down, lowering my head to look underneath the table and under the couch, but NOTHING. I’m beginning to get a little frustrated. I move back up, sitting back on my haunches and look at the couch before beginning to run my hands through the crack of the cushions.

BINGO!!

Yes, I was starting to seriously panic.

I must have turned it off last night, because it’s powered down. Pushing the on button, I wait for it to go through the process of coming back on. I stick it in my back pocket, and skip into the kitchen, opening the cabinet above the coffee pot, hoping this is where the mugs are kept.

I pull out two cups and sit them on the counter, moving to the refrigerator to check for creamer but there is none. There is milk though and checking the date, I see it’s still good.

I start feeling vibration after vibration as my phone comes on.

I pull it out to see thirty text messages and fifteen voicemails. What in the hell is going on?

Vee: Are you okay? Did you make it home? Have you seen Ash?

Vee: Please answer..

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