The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (36 page)

She looked up at me with those wide green eyes, so open and so guileless and I felt a stab of something in my chest.

"Okay,” she said but her voice was resigned rather than hopeful. “You're the one in charge."

I stroked her cheek, wishing more than anything that she could be happy with what I could give her.

"Thank you for understanding."

Back in the hotel room, Kate knocked on the door to her father’s suite to say goodnight, but they were out. I sat and checked my email while Kate brushed her teeth. At first, I wondered whether she would actually invite me into her hotel room, fearing that she’d be afraid to have me stay the night due to her father’s proximity.

I popped my head into the bathroom. "I'm just going to zip to my own room for a moment," I said. "I have to get a few things, but I'll be right back."

She nodded and so I left the room and went to my own to get my briefcase and overnight bag. I wanted to show Kate the agreement I sent her and get her to open up about it, tell me how she felt and what upset her so much that she reconsidered. Kate was not the type to be so candid, but I had to force the issue with her. If she was going to be my sub, and I was determined to make her mine, she had to be absolutely truthful with me about how she felt, what she liked and didn’t like, and what she needed. If she hid things, if she lied to please me, the relationship soon would fall apart and I knew that it would probably end up hurting me more than her.

With Kate, I felt as if the stakes were higher for me than for her. I was a gamble for Kate. I was something different that she might find exciting and out of character for her given her very vanilla past. I was older than her by quite a bit. I had a very busy life and she might need more than I could give her. On the other hand, she was perfect for me in every way. If I failed with her, I would fail big time.

I returned to the room with a slight pall of dread hanging over me for some reason. She was standing by her bed, dressed in a tiny black lacy nightgown which barely covered her delicious breasts.

"You look lovely," I said and ran my fingers over the tops of her breasts. "Come with me. I want us to talk about the agreement."

I led her into the living room where I left my briefcase. I removed my print copy of the agreement and sat down on the sofa. "Come here and sit on my lap," I said, patting my lap.

She complied, sitting across my lap, her hands resting on my shoulders. As usual, she avoided looking me in the eye. I held out the agreement.

"I want to talk about what upset you when you read it the first time."

She took it from me and glanced at it, her eyes moving down over the page. "Do you have a pen?"

"Yes, but before you sign, you have to tell me what you want removed,” I said, wanting to ensure she knew how important it was to be truthful. “How you feel about the limits I've listed."

"Where's your pen?" she said again. She checked my shirt pocket and found the fountain pen I’d brought along in the hopes that at some point during the weekend, she’d sign. My father’s pen, it had a polished burled-wood barrel and a gold nib. I carried it around even though I didn’t use it much.

"This is beautiful."

"That was my father's pen,” I said and examined it. “He was so old fashioned about some things. Felt that disposable pens were bad environmentally."

"You're so sentimental, Drake."

I smiled. "I guess. So," I said and pulled her closer, wanting to get to the meat of the discussion. "Tell me about what parts of my limits bothered you when you first read it. We can negotiate. I want you to feel completely secure when you sign."

She nodded and pulled out of my arms, then went to the desk and opened the document to the page with signature lines.

"Is this where I sign?"

I frowned and followed her to the table. Her hand was poised with the pen, ready to sign. I stopped her, my hand on hers.

"Kate, you haven't answered my questions. You can't sign until we've gone through each item."

"I've already read this,” she said softly. “I've thought about it ever since I received it." She signed her name.

"Kate," I said, my eyes meeting hers. "I know you were concerned about something. Tell me. I won't sign until you do."

"I trust you, Drake," she said, handing me the pen. "You won't hurt me. I'm OK with the agreement the way it is."

"What about this?" I said, and pointed to the clause mentioning anal sex. "And this?" I pointed to vaginal fisting.

"I trust you, Drake," she repeated. "I know you'll keep me safe and only go as far as I can handle."

I stared at her for a moment, needing to see how serious she was. She surprised me completely, signing so quickly, insisting on it. I expected to have to calm her fears, spend time – maybe all evening, talking about everything.  Finally, I took the pen and signed below hers. Then I turned to her and pulled her into my arms.

"Oh, sweet
Katherine
," I said, emotion welling up in me. "You surprise me. But you've made me very happy."

"I want to make you happy."

I leaned down and kissed her, and it was a very tender emotional moment for me. For Kate, it was probably just an adventure, but for me, someone experienced in the lifestyle, signing a contract was far more meaningful. More solemn. I didn’t think she was truly ready for it yet, but I think she wanted to be ready. I hoped I hadn’t made a big mistake in signing so quickly.

Then, I pushed all doubts aside and pulled her into the bathroom and took off her nightgown, staring at her beautiful nakedness before me. As much as I wanted her right then and there, the physician in me couldn’t help but notice her sunburn. Only momentarily though. I had imagined this night – when she signed my contract and was mine completely. My first order of business was to shave her smooth. Then, I was finally going to eat her the way I wanted to from the moment I first thought of having her as my sub.

"Your burn is getting worse." I went to my overnight bag and removed my shaving kit where I had a can of shaving cream and a razor. "Here,” I said and brought them to the bathroom. "I'm going to shave you and then I'm going to eat you and fuck you. Are you ready?"

"Yes," she said, her voice wavering with excitement.

"Yes, what?" I said, looking at her squarely, trying to appear dominant even if I felt a bit out of control and ecstatic at the prospect she was all mine.

"Yes, whatever it is you want me to say."

"You signed the contract," I said, my eyes hooded. "What does it say?"

"Yes, Sir," she said, smiling coyly.

"Don’t you smile when you call me
Sir
, or you'll ruin the whole effect,” I said, having to keep myself from smiling and ruining the mood. “When we're together, I want you to consider us in scene. I'll call you either
Katherine
or slave, depending on how I feel. When you call me Sir, make sure it has a capital 'S'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she said, and I could tell she was fighting to keep a straight face, her lips pressed tightly together. "Why Katherine, if I may ask?"

"It's what I first knew you as –
Katherine,
” I said. “It's more formal and will keep me in proper Dom headspace. I'll give you a bit of leeway at first with proper forms of address," I said, fighting a grin as well, "but if you continue to be saucy, I'll have to spank your delicious little ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes,
Sir
," she said and she managed just barely to keep a straight face. "What if I said I wanted you to spank me, just so I could know what it felt like?"

I shook my head, my brow furrowed. "I'll be spanking you soon enough, Katherine. There's no way with that mischievous look in your eyes that you won't need one. But first, I'm going to fuck you the way I want." Then, I ran a bath while she stood and examined the bottle of aloe gel on the counter.

"Come and sit in the bath,” I said, pointing to the tub. “We need to soften up your pubic hair before I shave you."

She obeyed, sitting in the warm water while I arranged the shaving kit on the counter. I had a razor, shaving cream, and an electric wet/dry shaver. I ran hot water in the sink and threw in a couple of washcloths.

"Stand up," I said, and sat on the toilet beside the bathtub. She complied without a word. "Spread your legs wide," I said, my voice firm. Shaving a sub was both very sexy and at times humorous. I’d try to keep it sexy. She rested her hands on my shoulders while I shaved her pudenda and inner thighs.

"Put one leg on the side of the tub," I said, pointing to her. She obeyed once more without question, although this exposed her labia to me. I glanced up and saw her flushed cheeks and knew she was both embarrassed and probably quite aroused. I added more shaving cream and used the razor to get the rest of the hair between her thighs and labia. Soon, she was completely bare, her skin smooth.

"Perfect," I said, running a washcloth over the area, then my fingers to check for stray hairs. I glanced up in her eyes. "Nice and smooth. I can see everything now." I stood and took her hand. "It makes me hard as rock. Now, I'm going to eat you the way I wanted since I first met you, when you were on the bed with your garters and nylons showing. Before I do, I have to apply some of this," I said and picked up the bottle of aloe vera.

"What's that?" she asked, her brow furrowed.

I noted that she forgot to say ‘Sir’ and caught her eye, my brows raised.

"I'm sorry," she said immediately. "What's that, Sir?"

"It's aloe vera. It's for your burn. Can't be fucking you roughly if your burns are hurting."

I poured some of the aloe gel into my hand and then applied it to her burned skin, on her cheeks, the tops of her shoulders and breasts, the front and back of her arms, her belly, and the tops of her thighs.

"Are you being Doctor or Dom now, Sir?" she said, her voice breathless.

"Doctor Dom," I replied, grinning in spite of my best attempts to sound all Dom. "Now, stop being so cheeky, Katherine, or I'll have to put you over my knee and teach you about punishment."

She covered her mouth to hide her grin. When I saw it, it made me smile even more widely. "Oh,
you
," I said and pulled her into my arms, squeezing her tightly. I kissed the top of her head. "I can see I'm going to get nowhere with you tonight, Ms. Bennet. If you were any other sub…"

"If I were any other sub what?" she said and then caught herself. "Sir, I mean."

"If you were any other sub, I wouldn't be smiling."

"Smiling is good, Sir. I read that it releases good brain chemicals."

"That it does. Now,
Katherine
," I said and pulled away, forcing a stern expression on my face. "No more talking. Time to submit and become my slave as you agreed in the contract."

I took her hand and led her back into the bedroom. We stood beside the bed, and I stood behind her and kissed her neck and shoulder. I had to get her into the proper mood and had to replace the playful mood we’d been in with one more serious.

"Close your eyes," I said as I touched her softly, pulling her hair away and over to one side, my lips at her ear. "Just give yourself over to me."

She leaned back against me and I felt her body relax as she tried to do what I commanded. I touched her firmly but not aggressively, my hand roving down her body, over her shoulders, down her arms, one hand squeezing one breast while the other slipped down over the soft curve of her hip to her pussy.

I kissed her neck, licking her skin while I pressed my fingers against her mound, making slow movements so I could build sensation. I wanted her to imagine me licking her labia, her clit under my tongue. She made little whimpering sounds that pleased me, a short gasp when I slipped a finger between her lips and stroked her clit.

Then I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between my thighs, my arms wrapped around her for a moment while I continued to stroke her skin. With one hand I kneaded her buttock, the other cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipple, pulling it into a hard point. My cock was rock hard in response, straining at my shorts, my heart beating more rapidly. I felt almost dizzy with lust as I touched her, listened to her breathing, felt her warm skin under my lips.

"I told you I was going to use your body for my own pleasure, Katherine,” I said, using a firm tone with her to keep her in the proper submissive mood. “And I'm going to. You're not allowed to come, do you understand?"

Of course, she would come, but giving her the command not to do so would make it all the more exciting as she tried to obey.

"What if I can't help it?" she said, gasping when I sucked one nipple, my teeth grazing the puckered areola. "Sir," she quickly added. I smiled against her neck.

"A simple yes or no is all that's required."

"Yes," she said, her voice husky. "
Sir
."

"You have to learn that you're only allowed to come when I want you to,” I said firmly. “I know when you're ready and when you deserve an orgasm. If you feel like you're going to come, you must tell me immediately."

I slipped my fingers between her lips and stroked her clit firmly and she gasped and pressed herself against me hungrily.

"I don't want you to come this time, Katherine,” I said. “I want you to just feel well-used. I want you to get used to being an object for my pleasure."

"Then why are you arousing me, Sir?"

"Shh," I said, a finger on her lips. "No talking. I want you to feel how I felt the other night when you came so quickly and we were rudely interrupted. You have to yield up every bit of power to me, Katherine, when we're together. I decide everything. What we do, how we do it, if and when you come, and how you come." I continued to stroke her clit, then slipped my fingers a bit deeper, teasing the entrance to her body. "You've probably spent most of your life trying to keep quiet when you have an orgasm, Katherine. I want you to be loud. I want your eyes open and staring into mine."

She groaned when I stroked her g-spot, her hips thrusting against my fingers.

"You're so nice and
wet
, Katherine. You're almost ready for me."