The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (11 page)

Then she removed her thigh from my shoulder and stood in front of me, her skirt hiked up, her pussy a mere inch from my nose.

"Use  your teeth to remove my thong."

I did, biting one side of the thong and pulling it down, then moving to the other side to do the same, baring her pussy. It took some doing but finally, I had the thong far down her thighs. She stepped out of the thong, which fell to the floor, and then she raised her thigh and laid it over my shoulder once more.

"Lick me again," she said. I moved back to her folds, licking them until they were glistening with my saliva, slipping my tongue between the lips to taste her, find her clit with the tip.

Many Doms don't pleasure their subs orally, finding it too submissive an act, but I loved oral sex, giving and receiving. I enjoyed feeling a woman come under my mouth, her clit throbbing against my tongue during her orgasm. It made me hard as rock, and so I was becoming more excited as I pleasured Lara, despite being on my knees, my arms bound behind my back.

This wasn't so bad.

I licked her and sucked her clit until she came, grinding her pussy against my mouth, her hands on my head, fingers in my hair.

When she was finished, she stepped back and adjusted her dress, covering herself up. She picked up her thong from the floor and stuffed it in a pocket of my leather pants. Then, she went behind me and unfastened my restraints. When I tried to stand, she pressed down on my shoulders to keep me on my knees.

"Would you like to come, Drake?"

I glanced around, feeling slightly awkward with several of the other patrons watching.

I nodded.

She ran the crop over my lips. "Remember your manners…"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Yes, what?"

I smiled. "Yes, Mistress, I would like to come."

She ran the crop down my chest to my dick, which throbbed when I felt the leather against my bare skin.

"I'd love to see you stroke that nice fat cock and make yourself come. Do it for me. Keep your eyes on me the entire time."

I did, despite feeling strange,  because my dick was hard and I wanted to learn what it was like to be under someone else's control.

I gripped my cock, and used the fluid leaking out of the tip to lubricate my hand.  I stroked myself, my eyes closing involuntarily, trying to find a rhythm that would guarantee a quick orgasm.

"Keep your eyes open and on me."

I opened my eyes, stroking while I looked in Lara's.

It was such an intimate moment, pleasuring myself while she and the others watched. She kept glancing down at my cock, watching me jerk off, then back to my eyes, and that turned me on even more. As I grew closer to my release, she seemed to sense it.

"Come for me, Drake," she said, her voice husky. I did, ejaculating, my face hot, somewhat ashamed that I was able to do it in front of strangers, but they seemed to enjoy it and cheered as I shuddered. A look of triumph crossed Lara's face.

"Good
boy
," she said, running the crop over my cheek as I caught my breath. "Let that be a lesson to you. To assert dominance, order your sub to service you after you’ve aroused them. Then, order them to pleasure themselves and make sure they keep their eyes on yours. It will enforce your position of power and their subordinate status, in addition to making you closer through the intimacy of the act. A sub wants to feel your power over them. If you don’t assert it, they   won't feel safe and fulfilled. You make them feel safe and fulfilled by showing them you have control. Whatever it is that they need to do, they do on your orders. They're no longer responsible and can be free to enjoy their kinks, whatever they are."

Chessie's voice brought me back from the memory of my first time in the dungeon with Lara. I blinked and watched as Chessie bounced around the room, excited to see what everyone was doing and I knew by her energy that she wasn’t the sub for me. It was Jenna who was more my type, and despite her reluctance to have sex in public, I knew she’d come around eventually. She needed a lot of coaxing and to feel completely safe with me before she’d be able to let go of her inhibitions. I'd use that lesson with her, making sure to arouse her to near orgasm before ordering her to service me then demanding she bring herself to orgasm while I watched.

The fact that she wanted me to tie her up in public suggested she wanted people to look at her and know she was a sub under my control. Public sex would come eventually if I handled her properly.

It was then I saw someone I recognized from my health club – the friend of Ethan’s I met earlier, a fellow justice on one of New York’s courts. I couldn’t remember which one. Initially, I felt the need to hide from him, but he saw me and nodded in recognition. I nodded back but his presence took me out of the dungeon and into my world outside the lifestyle. It also reminded me of Katherine and her stockings and garters.

In that moment, I wanted Katherine with me instead of Jenna or Chessie. The night lost its excitement because I was no longer satisfied with the prospect of having both Chessie
and
Jenna – something any Dom in his right mind would be very pleased about.

The rest of the night was a disappointment for me. I tied Jenna up as promised, using some soft leather straps I brought along to bind her breasts, using soft rope to restrain her. I took the opportunity to talk about various forms of Japanese rope play, talking about safety, especially with suspension bondage, and how to ensure that any restraint could be easily released to prevent unintentional pain.

As for Chessie, she wanted to try out the sex swing. I knew she wanted me to fuck her publicly, but instead, I whispered in her ear that I wasn’t up to it that night but she was free to find someone else if she desired.

She looked up at me with disappointment.

“I knew you liked
her
better,” she said, pouting. “What did I do wrong?”

I shrugged, ignoring her failure to address me properly. I didn’t have the desire to correct her at that point. “We don’t have the right chemistry,
Chessie
.” I raised my eyebrows, hoping she’d get the message. “But I saw a few of the other Doms who might be interested in playing with you, if you’d like.”

“Sorry,
Sir
,” she said and stood with her arms folded for a moment as if in protest. I went to Lara, who had finished her scene with her sub and told her that things weren’t working out with Chessie but that she wanted to keep playing with someone else. Lara arranged to have one of the other Doms play with Chessie so she didn’t go home unfulfilled.

I stood with Jenna on the sidelines and we watched as Chessie’s new Dom bent her over a bench, blindfolded and restrained her hands and feet before fucking her.

That
could
have been me, but all of a sudden, I felt as if this whole evening was a poor substitute for what I really wanted – to be alone with Katherine, to be spending time getting to know
her
. To have
her
there with me instead. Still, the sexual energy in the room was infectious, and I grew hard watching Chessie as she clearly enjoyed the night’s developments.

Jenna looked up at me with those big brown eyes.

“Sir, could this submissive do anything to please you, Sir?”

I knew she didn’t want to perform in public, and so I nodded and bent down to kiss her, to let her know I was pleased. I stroked her hair, ran a finger over her mouth, touching her lips.

“You have a lovely mouth. I want you to use it to please me.”

She smiled and then glanced away, her blush visible even in the dim room.

I led her out of the dungeon and into one of the small private rooms in the back of the house that had been designated for private scenes. I closed the door behind us and pulled Jenna against my body, making sure to pull her hips against mine so she could feel my erection.

I ran my fingers over the tops of her breast, and saw her shiver in response, her skin all gooseflesh. Then I kissed her tenderly, my hand sliding down her bare back to cup her butt, which was nice and firm and round. I lingered over the kiss, then spent time nibbling on her shoulder, pulling down a strap of her very low-cut dress before baring one breast. Although smaller than I liked, her breast was perfect, with a nice rosebud nipple and I paid attention to it, sucking and nibbling on it gently. She moaned softly and pressed her breast into my mouth.

Remembering my lesson from that first time with Lara, I turned her around, kissed her neck from behind, and then used a pair of leather cuffs to restrain her arms behind her. I pulled down the other strap to her dress, baring both her breasts, and tweaked her nipples from behind, kissing her shoulder.

Then I turned her around and pushed on her shoulders so that she knelt down in front of me. I made sure to assist her as she knelt, reminding her of who was more powerful between the two of us.

“Lick me,” I said, my voice husky. "Over   my pants." She did, running her tongue over my erection, which strained against the leather.

"Unbutton my pants with your teeth," I ordered, and she proceeded to try, pulling at the fly, struggling to get the buttons opened. Finally, she managed the top two and I did the rest, pulling out my erection so that it sprung out directly in front of her face.

She glanced up at me, waiting for me to order her to suck me. I took my cock in hand and rubbed the wet head over her lips. She remained still, letting me, waiting like an obedient sub should.

"Lick me," I said finally, and she did, leaning forward to run her tongue over the head and then the shaft. "My balls, too," I added and she complied. She took  one gently into her mouth and ran her tongue over it.

"Good girl," I said. "Now, suck me."

I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her velvety wet mouth on the head of my cock, letting her do the work for a while. Soon, I took over control, my hands on her head, guiding her over my cock, increasing the rhythm until my pleasure built, my orgasm near. It was then I thought of Katherine out of the blue, and then I imagined that it was Katherine on her knees to me instead of Jenna, Katherine’s lips around my cock instead of Jenna’s.

When I came, my hands gripping Jenna’s dark hair, fucking her mouth, the warm wet lips around my cock were Katherine’s and it was she who was swallowing me.

I felt only a smidgen of guilt that my focus was on Katherine instead of Jenna, but I had already decided against having Jenna as my sub.

She was too easy.

I arrived home later that night after dropping Jenna and Lara off – Chessie having decided to leave with the new Dom she’d met. I felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to have a hot bath and go to bed. I texted Lara once I was out of the bath.

How did you enjoy the night? I’m glad Chessie found herself a Dom. She was far too energetic for my tastes.

Lara texted me back after a few moments.

Call me if you want to talk. You don't seem all that taken with Jenna either. What’s up?

I didn’t want to talk about it, preferring not to admit that someone outside the lifestyle had become my focus. Both Lara and I knew that way was fraught with almost certain disappointment and I didn’t want a lecture from her. Despite the fact we were both Dominants, Lara felt a certain ownership of me and often tried to dominate me.

Jenna is sweet, but maybe a bit too easy for me. Keep searching. I’ll send her a nice email wishing her luck.

Lara texted right back.

I’ll check and see if there’s anyone else.

I smiled at that, and texted her back.

Good night, Matchmaker. We’ll talk later.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I saw Katherine again sooner than I imagined.

Dave texted me Sunday night to say that she had contacted him about the interview and was meeting him at a café close to the foundation later on Monday afternoon.

“I can do the interview if you’re too busy,” he said on the phone. “I know this is short notice so don’t feel pressured to come by.”

“I’ll be there,” I said, not willing to let Dave do the interview alone. “I have surgery scheduled at one but should have everything wrapped up by three.”

“I’ll do the interview if you’re late so don’t sweat it.”

“
Wait
for me,” I said. “She should really talk to me, since it’s my foundation.”

“You
are
smitten, Drake,” Dave said, laughing over the phone line.

“You behave,” I said and smiled in spite of myself. I hung up, a little jolt in my gut at the prospects of seeing Katherine again. I’d invite her out for lunch or a drink so I could elaborate on my foundation’s work but, of course, it was really so that I could try to work my charm on her.