The Commitment (The Unrestrained #2) (11 page)

He started the shower. I followed him and pulled back the shower door a crack to watch him, water from the showerhead cascading over his gorgeous body, his black hair wet, his eyelashes clumping together. He lathered up and began washing his body, his hands sliding over his chest and abs, and then washing his groin and thighs.

"Can I join you?"

"I'm in a hurry, so we can't do anything this morning."

"That's OK," I said, and stepped back and started to close the curtain. "I'll wait until you're done."

He took hold of the door and stopped me, his eyes on mine.

"I'd love to fuck you, but I'm really in a rush," he said, shaking his head. "But later, I want to watch you make yourself come for me."

"What?" A flush went through me.

"
Katherine
," he said, furrowing his brows in mock anger, fighting a grin. "I enjoyed watching you fuck me so much, I want to see you get yourself off. No objections. Masturbation was part of the agreement, in case you forgot."

I exhaled and considered. "I've never done it in front of anyone. I don't know if I can, you know," I said, raising a shoulder, embarrassed. "Relax enough."

"I want to see you use Big, but for today, I'll let you use your own fingers," he said as if that was an end to it. He finished rinsing off and then stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. I leaned against the doorjamb and watched, in a little bit of awe at his male beauty. His body was so perfect, his cock, even semi-flaccid, was large and thick. When he was dry enough, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the vanity, applying deodorant and then brushing his teeth. He had quite the growth of whiskers and his hair was longer, a bit wild. He looked devastatingly gorgeous.

I felt a surge of desire at the sight of him standing there at the mirror, knowing he was all mine.

He brushed his hair and watched me in the mirror. I was still naked, my arms crossed around my waist.

"You look entirely edible, Ms. Bennet. I don't know how I'll make it through the day, thinking of what I'll get when I return tonight."

"You're going to be gone all day?"

"Meetings and more meetings," he said. "But when I get back, I want you freshly showered and waiting for me, naked, on the bed, your legs spread. I want you already wet, thinking of me."

I smiled despite my disappointment that he'd be gone all day, a thrill speeding through me at the thought of him watching me. "If you really
want
to watch..."

"I
really
want to watch," he said. "I want you looking in my eyes as you make yourself come, thinking of me watching you."

"I'll feel like a wanton woman," I said, biting my lip to hold back a grin.

"That's exactly how I want you to feel, because there is one inside of you if you'll let her out." He went to the bedroom closet and pulled out his clothes for the day – a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie. He dressed so conservatively, but it suited him. He looked elegant, wealthy, sleek but his longish hair and whiskered jaw made him look sexy. He pulled on socks and then stood before me.

"I want you to perform for me on command. I want you totally focused on me, your eyes on mine. I'll be so hard, I'll have to fuck you immediately after."

I responded to his words, my body warming even more. "Oh,
God
," I said, closing my eyes. "How will I last until tonight?"

He stood in front of me and tilted my chin up, staring in my eyes. "You are
not
allowed to even touch yourself until I'm watching you, except to wash, do you understand?"

"I love it when you're all bossy," I said, unable to keep the smile off my face.

"Katherine, you need a spanking for that grin." He shook his head, a smile starting on his own face. "You can think of me," he said, stepping closer. "You can
imagine
what will happen, but don't touch yourself until I'm with you."

I nodded. "OK," I said. "I won't."

"Good girl," he said and bent down to kiss me. "I'll call you from the street and let the phone ring twice so you'll know to be ready and waiting for me. When I unlock the door, I want to find you on the bed, naked, your legs spread."

I smiled, my cheeks heating, feeling shy at the prospect of Drake watching me.

"Do you have time to eat?" I asked, following him into the entrance.

He grinned. "Ms. Bennet, you know I
love
to eat you, but I
told
you I have to run…"

I laughed. "I meant food."

He shook his head and opened the closet. "No. I'll pick up something at the cafeteria after my appointment." After he pulled on his coat and boots, he bent down and kissed me once more. "You are
so
delicious looking, all naked and beautiful. I hate to leave you, but think of me while I'm gone. Imagine it."

Then, he left, pulling the door closed behind him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

After Drake left, I pulled on my robe and went right back to the drawing, anxious to work on it. I sat at the kitchen table and filled in detail from memory, adjusting the shadows to capture the weight of his body on the bed, the fall of light and dark over his muscles, the square edge to his jaw, and the soft lips, which were slightly parted in sleep. I could see the resemblance to Drake and was glad I had been able to capture his likeness despite the fact his arm covered those beautiful eyes.

Thinking of what was going to happen later, combined with drawing of him nude, put me in a semi-aroused state. By the time I looked at the clock, it was almost noon and I'd forgotten to eat. I made myself a brunch of a poached egg on toast, orange juice and coffee. Then, I sat back at the table and worked on the drawing.

Later in the day, after I'd worked on a few separate sketches, trying to figure out the detail in his chin and the way the shadows fell over his neck, I put the sketch away. I had a shower and washed myself thoroughly, wanting to be clean and fresh for Drake when he arrived. After I was finished, I brushed my teeth and blew dry my hair. I applied only the lightest bit of makeup – some mascara and a bit of lip gloss, and then I walked around the apartment, naked, anticipating his call.

Impatient for his return, I stood at the window and watched the street through the gauzy curtain, eager to see his car arrive and turn into the parking garage down the street where he kept his car.

Then, when I was checking my hair in the bathroom mirror, my cell trilled. A surge of excitement filled me, making my heart flutter. I ran to my cell and picked it up. It rang again and then stopped. The call display read
Drake Morgan, MD.

I put the phone back into my bag and then went to the bed, laying back on it, my thighs spread wide as Drake demanded. I was so thoroughly aroused by then I knew I'd be wet enough to please him. In fact, I ached, my flesh already throbbing, butterflies in my stomach as I waited for him to arrive.

I heard the key in the lock, heard the barrel turn and the door creak open. Then, rustling in the entryway as he removed his coat and boots, threw his keys on the plate in the entry. He appeared in the bedroom doorway, his expression dark, intense.

"Good
girl
," he said as he strode to the side of the bed, pulling off his suit jacket, and loosening his tie. He removed it and threw it on the chair against the wall and then unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. "Let me see how wet you are, Katherine." He bent down, resting a hand on the bed between my thighs, his face close to my pussy. I felt a mixture of lust and embarrassment as he examined me, a slow smile starting on his lips, which he then squelched, frowning up at me.

"Did you touch yourself?"

I shook my head, barely able to speak. "Only in the shower and to wash myself."

He nodded, a stern look on his face. "Good. I want to watch the first time you do touch yourself for pleasure."

I moved my hand down but he shook his head. "Not yet. I want to look at you like that, all open and waiting."

I pulled my hand back and let it fall beside my head on the pillow. Drake removed his clothes and stood naked by the bed, his already stiff erection jutting out, the head shiny with fluid.

"Touch yourself," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Watch me the entire time. Imagine it's my tongue touching you."

I did what he commanded, slowly and softly touching my very hard clit. His eyes were riveted on my pussy, watching every move but he fought to drag his eyes back to meet mine, his nostrils flaring.

"Yes," he said, his voice low. "Exactly like that. Tell me what you'd be thinking if you were masturbating alone."

I was at a loss for words for a moment as I touched myself. I hadn't masturbated for weeks since I'd met him, not feeling the need for my arousal and desire was totally focused on Drake and my need satisfied.

"Tell me what you’d do if I wasn't here and I told you to masturbate and make yourself come."

I swallowed, and took in a deep breath. "I'd think of your body," I said. "How nice and thick you are. How good you feel inside of me. How good your mouth feels on me, your tongue like velvet."

"Yes?" he said, as if urging me on.

I looked down to see him grasping his erection in his own hand, slowly stroking over its length while he watched my fingers on my clit. He glanced back up at my face and I tore my eyes off his cock, a bit guilty at being caught not looking at his face.

"Keep your eyes on my face,
Katherine
," he said.

"Sorry, Master," I said, trying to sound contrite.

Of course I wasn't really. I loved that he was so torn between my fingers stroking my clit and my face. I loved watching him touch himself while he watched me, needing to touch his own aching flesh. We were both so aroused watching each other. I wanted to keep my eyes on his hand moving so firmly over his shaft to the head, and when he glanced away, I stole another look. He stroked his length then palmed the head of his cock, squeezing the head to remove some more of his fluid to act as lubricant.

He glanced back at my face again and I quickly moved my gaze to meet his, biting my lip to suppress a guilty smile.

"Katherine," he said, his voice exasperated. "I want you focused on my face, my eyes. I want you to know I'm watching you. I'm seeing inside of you."

I tried very hard to keep my eyes on his face, and I could tell from watching him that he was getting more and more aroused, his face flushed, his nostrils flaring as he breathed faster.

"Slip two fingers inside of your pussy while you stroke your clit," he said.

I complied, wetting first one then two fingers, slipping them slowly inside a couple of inches so that I felt the extremely sensitive ridge of flesh.

"Good girl," he said. He caught my eye and nodded appreciatively. "Move your hips while you fuck yourself with your fingers. The way you do when I do it."

I did as he commanded, thrusting my hips a bit as I stroked inside of my body, my other fingers on my clit. I couldn’t help but glance down once more to see his fist pumping around his cock more rapidly, while he cupped his balls with the other. Watching him stroke himself while he watched me aroused me, making my breath catch, desire flooding through me. He was so aroused watching me touch myself, I knew he could come quite quickly. I glanced back at his face to find his eyes on mine and that did something to me, pushing my arousal up even more.

"Tell me when you're going to come, Katherine," he said. "You know the rules."

I was barely able to speak. "I'm so close…"

"Fuck yourself with your fingers," he said, his voice shaky. "Think of my cock inside of you, filling you up. Think of my tongue on you, stroking your clit. Think of me sucking your nipples."

I did, and my eyes closed without thinking as I imagined him doing each of those things to me, my pleasure increasing, my orgasm imminent.

"Open your eyes, Katherine," he said, his voice urgent, filled with need. "Look in mine."

I did, and he came closer, kneeling on the bed, bending over me to watch my fingers on my clit, the others moving more rapidly inside of me, stroking my sensitive spot.

"I think I…" I gasped as the pleasure grew too intense and I knew I would come right away.

"
Come
for me, baby," he said, almost imploring. The thought of him watching me make myself come pushed me over, and I gasped as my orgasm began, the pleasure so intense I could barely keep my eyes open.

"Open your eyes," he said, his voice a growl of pleasure. "Look in mine."

I did, forcing them open despite the near-blinding sensations, my body tensing as pleasure coursed through me. "Oh,
God
." I gasped, my body clenching around my fingers. "
Ohhh
."

He climbed further onto the bed between my knees and I glanced down to watch him stroking himself so fast, I knew he, too, was going to come. He leaned over me, stroking himself, and aimed his cock at my pussy.