Read The Contract for Free Online

was something else. The sister placed a large white envelope alongside the leather bag. It was sealed with the hospital's official stamp and marked 'Private' in a round distinctive hand.
    "The doctors wanted to try and find out more about you, whether you had a family, or were on any medication – that sort of thing."
    Peter picked up the envelope and turned it thoughtfully between his long fingers. It felt thick, like a magazine or – he smiled as comprehension dawned – a brochure. Johnson had given him a sample brochure for their company's flagship retreat, Deuvar. He'd got no idea it had been in his holdall. The brochure was an elegant maroon-bound book whose tasteful and discreet cover belied its torrid contents.
    "Did you take a look inside?"
    The woman nodded and bit her lip. "Yes," she replied softly. "I never dreamt such places existed."
    Peter peeled open the flap of the envelope. "And did it excite you?"
    She nodded, her face flushing crimson, "Oh yes," she said. "I'm rather afraid it did!"
    Peter Howard smiled. "Perhaps I can help you then," he said softly.
    He watched as Sister Ruskin tucked him carefully into his bed, her hands moved rapidly, her face was still flushed from her confession.
    "What I really need is access to a computer," he said when she finally looked at him. She was so close that he could detect the smell of her perfume and beneath it the scintillating hint of perspiration. His fingers moved to her ample breasts, seeking out the tight buds of her nipples. She hesitated as he began to undo her uniform.
    "Have you any idea," he said in a low, barely audible voice, "what it feels like to be at a man's beck and call? Always to be available for his every wish, his every desire?" One hand snaked lower to gather up her skirt as he pressed his lips to her cleavage. She shivered and moaned softly, the colour draining from her face, as she pressed her body closer to him and he found the swollen mound of her sex between meaty muscular thighs.
    "I could teach you so much, Sister Ruskin," he said darkly. His touch was more brutal now, probing amongst the fabric to find an entry. Instinctively she opened her legs to give him greater access, and let out a throaty gasp as he tore the fabric aside and plunged his fingers into her sopping quim.
    "My God, you're so wet, so ready." He pressed wet kisses to her warm fragrant skin. "I would like to fuck you, tied on all fours; push deep inside you as you lay bound and gagged for my pleasure." He let one finger toy with her anus. "No place is too secret, no pleasure too wild. Would you like that, Sister? Or perhaps you would prefer to be beaten first?"
    He slipped his fingers out of her, letting one hand cup her plump cool arse. "The kiss of a belt here, making your skin sing, making you beg for mercy and more in the same sweet breath. Would you like that?"
    Desperately she pulled herself away from him, eyes flashing diamond bright as she re-buttoned her bodice. "My God!" she hissed breathlessly. "Will you take me to this place, to Deuvar?"
    "The question is," Peter said, "will you help me to get my hands on a decent computer?"
    The sister tugged her uniform straight and then nodded. "They've got a computer on the ward, in the clerk's office. Do you think that would be all right?"
    "I have to see it."
    Sister Ruskin glanced at her watch. "When the staff go for their break I could come and get you in the wheel chair." She looked anxiously over her shoulder towards the door. "I really ought to go now."
    Peter smiled. "Of course… what's you name?"
    "Angela."
    "An angel? I've found an angel? How very appropriate. One thing before you go; lift up you uniform. I want to see what's hidden down there."
    Angela blushed furiously, but then she slowly lifted her skirt. Her thighs were thick and meaty, strong and pale, whilst between them was an expanse of coarse white cotton hiding away her sex. Her belly and hips were full and rounded.
    Peter tilted his head on one side as