Page 95 of Country Contract

Once the canvas bag is unzipped I pull the sides open and look inside, and a deep red rushes to my cheeks. A rope, a blindfold, a riding crop, a leather flogger, handcuffs, a cock-ring, nipple clamps, and a few other items in a beginner BDSM kit are all sterilized and ready to go. My internet search into the BDSM world was both shocking and intriguing.

As the quintessential good boy my whole life, my pornographic tastes were just as vanilla as the rest of me. The idea of tying Harlow up made me feel both sick and turned on.

I don’t think I could bind her up as much as I had seen in some of the pictures and videos I skimmed through, but I could use my belt to bind her wrists. I couldn’t imagine using a flogger on her, but the riding crop had an unusual appeal. The idea of taking the crop to her ass, both in jeans and without made me hard in aninstant. For the sake of Harlow’s inspiration, I got two different BDSM kits in an effort to let her explore her curiosities.

I lay all the items out on her bed and set up some simple restraints under my mattress. Stripping down to just my black boxer briefs, I lie on my bed. I pull out my phone to select a playlist suggested for a simple sensual mood, and Alina Baraz’s voice cuts through the room. Before I click out of the app, I see the playlist Harlow and I made on the way here.

Grape Jammin’.

I smile; I can’t wait to hear all the songs we decided were worthy on the way home. It’s going to be the perfect end to this little trip.

As I sit on my phone, I scroll through some simple black-and-white photos of women for sketching inspiration, but none of them seem to pull me in the way Harlow does. I see curly, sweet, light bobs, and I think about Harlow’s thick, raven locks. I even study them down to their feet and think the woman in the hotel bathroom’s feet are somehow more beautiful.

I’m about to go down a whole wormhole of self-doubt in my ability to get through this arrangement when the bathroom door opens. I close out all the apps on my phone and accidentally cut the music. It only makes me feel weirder that I had sultry music on, and I shut it off when she walked out.

Harlow’s black eyes framed with long wet lashes zone in on the items on her bed. While she looks, I open the music back up and turn it on. Her hair is all wrapped up in a towel, her long neck out and on display. She’s wearing one of my Hill Farm shirts from my bag instead of the clothingshe packed for herself, and I catch the sight of her black cotton panties just below the hem.

“What’s this?” She arches a brow. “More spa services?”

I can’t help but let out a laugh.

“You could call it that.”

I watch the creamy skin of her neck and cheeks turn pink. It’s an addictive sight.

She pads over to the bed and inspects each of the items, not saying a word. When she sees the riding crop, her eyes widen. As a woman who rides English, she uses this tool often. I’m sure she’ll love it when I use that one on her the most.

“Come,” I think I say firmly.

Harlow’s head whips over to look at me, a dark smile spreading across her face. When the sinister look reaches her eyes, I worry about what I might have just gotten us into.

“Come?” Her voice is strong . . . stronger than mine. I thought she would listen in this setting.

“No no no,” she says as she glides over to me and holds out her hand. “Give me your phone.” I listen.

“Lie the fuck down, Harrison.” I start to slide down in the bed, and I realize how royally fucked I am now. Her blush, her excitement, her studying the toys . . . it was because she was thinking of using them on me.

Once I’m lying on the bed, Harlow stands over me, the blindfold in her hand. She sets the fabric down next to me once she notices the under-bed restraints.

“Where are the cuffs for these?” Her voice is silky.

“On your bed.”

She turns and grabs them, moving quickly. She kneels on the bed next to me, reaching over my head and attaching a set of cuffs to the straps above me. Silently, she takeseach of my hands and fastens them. She tightens them and pulls hard to test their strength. Once she sees that they will hold, she grins. I shift my feet a little, reminding her they’re free. She notices and moves on.

Harlow picks up the soft blindfold and leans over me, looking into my eyes.

“Best. Spa. Ever,” she states, kissing my lips lightly before each of my eyes as I close them. The cover slips over them, and everything goes black.

I am suddenly listening more than I ever have in my life. If my ears could perk up physically, they would. I listen and feel her rustling on the bed to stand, and then I hear her footsteps as she moves away from me.

As if she knows I’m trying to hear her, the music I started to play gets a little louder, and she moves the phone close to my head. Once it’s settled into place, I can’t hear much of anything else.

My body is tight with anticipation, and my chest feels cold. I curl my toes and fist my hands, unsure of what to do.

I wait.

I listen to the music.

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