The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (37 page)

Then I removed my fingers and pushed her back onto the bed.

"Crawl up farther," I said as I removed my shirt and shorts. She moved up farther on the bed as I commanded, her eyes expectant.

"Are you going to tie me up?"

I frowned, for not only was I
not
going to tie her up, she hadn’t used ‘Sir’ when addressing me.

"
Sir
, I mean," she said when she remembered.

"Katherine, a slave doesn't ask her Master what he plans. She merely submits happily."

"But you said…"

"Shh," I said and took her hands and placed them above her head. That was as far as we were going to get in terms of bondage. She was nowhere near ready to be really restrained. "Keep your hands together like that. Imagine that they're restrained and tied to the bed frame. Don't let go no matter what."

"Why aren't you going to restrain me for real?"

"
Kate
," I said, a bit frustrated with her continued questions. "You have to let
me
decide these things."

She finally complied and said nothing, her hands stretched above her hand.

"Now, close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you to open them,” I instructed. “I don’t want you distracted by anything besides how your body feels."

She nodded.

I spread her thighs and lay between them, kissing her neck and then her breasts, sucking each nipple, squeezing them before running my teeth softly over each nub. I wanted to tease her with the knowledge that I’d soon eat her, but I’d make her suffer a long wait first. I wanted her almost ready to come when I did finally lick her. I wanted to feel her body shake beneath me.

Her pussy was smooth and now hairless and I licked it all over, the external labia, and around her inner thighs. I avoided her clit and inner labia for as long as I could, until I saw her holding her breath. Then, when I finally licked her inner lips and clit with one long sweep of my tongue, she groaned out loud. When I sucked her into my mouth completely, she gasped, her body trembling.

"Remember," I said, pulling off her. "You can't come this time. You have to tell me if you feel like you will."

She said nothing, her eyes closed, and I knew she was close. I slipped my fingers inside her warm silky wetness and began sucking and licking once more.

"I…" she gasped, her hands in my hair. "I'm going to…"

I pulled off and removed my fingers, letting her come down a bit. She lay still, almost panting,

"Good
girl
," I said. "Keep your eyes closed."

I stood up and pulled her back to the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, and positioned her feet on the edge. "Put your hands above your head again. Now, I'm going to fuck you until I come inside of you. You're not allowed to come this time."

She nodded, licking her lips, her eyes closed.

Now, I stimulated her with my cock, which was heavy and thick in my hand, the tip wet with fluid. I ran the head all over her external labia and then over her slit, nudging it in at the entrance to her body before stroking her clit with it once more. I repeated this, slipping a bit deeper each time. As I had done with her at her apartment – I knew this would get her ready.

"I'm going…" she said, gasping as I pulled out, her thighs quaking. I waited another couple of moments for her to cool down again before I started stimulating her once more. When I was fully inside of her, I kept still and leaned over her so I could look at her face.

"Open your eyes," I said, my voice firm. She complied, her eyes languid, half-lidded with desire. "I'm teaching you patience, Katherine. You have to get used to obeying me. You have to turn your body and mind over to me completely. Just
feel
."

She nodded without speaking.

"Now close your eyes again."

She did and so I began again, slowly entering her a bit more with each thrust. I didn’t touch her clit, just fucked her until my entire length was inside her warm wetness. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation, I knew I’d have to watch myself, keep my focus on Kate. I reached down and stroked her clit, wanting her to come now, despite telling her she couldn’t.

I wanted her to lose control. For me to make her come and for her to be unable to stop herself.

"I'm going to…" she said through gritted teeth, and I could see she was trying so hard not to come but was ready, oh so ready, to go over the edge. I leaned back over her.

"Open your eyes," I said quickly. "Look in mine."

She did, and instead of stopping once more to let her cool down, I kept thrusting, close to my own edge, having to focus on her to stop myself from coming.

"Oh,
God
…" she gasped, her body tensing, eyes rolling up a bit.

"Say my name," I ordered, wanting to hear it from her lips. "Say my name when you come."

I fucked her hard and fast, wanting to push her as far as I could.

"
Say my name
."

She tried but could barely speak above a whisper. "
Drake
…"

Then her body arced and her face slackened and I knew she was coming. I thrust harder, faster, watching her as I did. Then I came, the pleasure surging up from my balls and through my groin.

I collapsed onto her, my face in the crook of her neck, gasping for breath in her ear.

Finally…

Finally I’d fucked her, after weeks of imagining it, planning for it. Needing it and her.

"I don't understand," she said, a look of confusion on her flushed face. "I thought you didn’t want me to come, but you made me come on purpose."

I pulled back, my face over hers, my eyes locked on hers. Finally, I smiled, enjoying how innocent she was.

"Kate, my whole reason for existence when we're together is to make you come."

"But then, why did you tell me…"

I kissed her neck once more and then rose up. I spread her legs and watched as I pulled my now-softening cock out of her.

"Perfect," I said as I watched my come dripping out of her pussy.

She smiled and covered her face with her hands.

"Why did you tell me I wasn't supposed to come?" she asked again.

I leaned back down between her thighs, my face above hers, and stroked her cheek.

"I have to learn your body like it was my own because I want to own it. You have to get used to taking orders from me. You have to get used to me controlling your response. I watched you get closer and closer with what I did to you so I could learn to judge when you're no longer able to hold back. I watched your body and your face. I listened to your breathing for how erratic it became when you started to come, watched your skin for how it flushed when you were ready, saw your nipples as they puckered when your orgasm started, how your belly tightened as your muscles tensed. They're all clues that let me know how you're feeling, how you're responding to each thing I do to you. Eventually, I'll be able to tell you're close without you having to tell me. But you'll still have to ask permission. I want to control your orgasms, Kate. It's my kink."

She nodded, as if finally understanding.

"I want your every orgasm to be mine."

"Why?" she said, opening her eyes.

I shook my head, having wondered the same thing many times before. Psychoanalysis requires you to understand your own motivations. I was as curious about my need for control as my own analyst had been. It was a combination of things, primarily due to a feeling of loss of control as a child.

"Why does it matter?" I said, not wanting to get into it. "I just do. There's no big mystery. It gets me off. When I really feel your complete submission, that moment when I know you are completely mine, it will be," I said, pausing for the right words. "Bliss."

"Bliss," she said, mirroring my own words.

"Hopefully, when you do submit completely, you'll feel it, too."

"I thought I did."

I smiled. "No, not even close. We're just starting, Kate,” I said, stroking her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “I have to learn every inch of you. I have to learn all your little kinks. All the things that send you over. I have to feel you give more and more control to me. Unquestioning. You have to do things without a thought and you're still thinking. It will take a while. But it will be so worth it for us both."

I kissed her neck, her throat and the tops of her breasts, feeling for the first time since I met her that she was actually going to be mine.

We went to bed after washing up and brushing our teeth side by side in her bathroom. Usually, that kind of mundane relationship thing would kill my mood, but with Kate, it felt good. We slipped beneath the covers and I pulled her against my body, one hand beneath her breast.

"Why are you sleeping here with me?" she asked. "I thought you'd go back to your own room."

I said nothing for a moment. "I thought I'd stay with you tonight, make sure you're all right after the day you had. You've got a bad sunburn, and you had a touch of heat stroke."

"So you're in charitable doctor mode?"

I kissed her shoulder. "Something like that." I sighed after a while, thinking to myself that I was really breaking my rules. "To tell you the truth, I've gone a bit off the reservation, so to speak."

She rolled over onto her back and looked at me, her eyes shining in a sliver of light from the window.

"Off the reservation?"

"I've broken my own rules with you."

"How?"

I stroked my hand over her shoulder and down her arm. "I told you. I keep things in their own place. I don't like them to mix."

"Why? Were you one of those kids who kept their food on separate parts of the plate, not letting them touch?"

I laughed at that but it was a good metaphor for my life. I tried hard not to get too enmeshed in the lives of my subs. I didn’t want to need them. I didn’t want them to need me.

"It gets messy."

"
What
gets messy?" she said.

"
Katherine
…" I kissed her forehead. "Is this twenty questions?"

She didn’t speak for a moment and I knew then I’d hurt her. "You want to understand
me
, Drake. Why can't I want to understand you?"

"That's
not
how it's supposed to work,” I replied. “You're supposed to just let me do the thinking. Let me do the knowing. You just let go of control when you're with me and relax. I should remain this dark and powerful enigma."

"Dr.
Enigma
," she said, smiling just a bit. "I think I get it. You want to stay a bit mysterious so I feel more submissive when I'm with you. Am I right?"

"Something like that. Now, shush,” I said softly. “Go to sleep. I'm going to fuck you first thing before the conference starts and I want you all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Fair warning."

"
Bright eyed and bushy tailed
…" she said chidingly. "How will I be able to sleep after you tell me that? Too bad I didn't bring
Big
along…"

"You've got the real Big right
here
," I said and thrust my hips against her. "Don't you try to get me all hard again, Katherine." I nuzzled her neck. "I have to present my paper tomorrow morning in another session. I have to
sleep
."

Beside me, Kate sighed. "Good
night
, Drake."

"Good night, Ms.
Bennet
," I said, smiling at her. "I'm beginning to think that name suits you to a tee and I should start calling you
Elizabeth
."

"Did you read
Pride and Prejudice
?" She sounded surprised.

I pulled her closer, my arms around her. "Dave isn't the only person in the world to take a Victorian Lit course in college. I read
Pride and Prejudice
, but I'm more a Brontë
Wuthering Heights
fan."

She didn’t say anything for a moment as if digesting that fact.

"Why did you like
Wuthering Heights
so much?"

"
Kate
…" I yawned, not really wanting to get into the whole identification I felt with Heathcliff. "Tomorrow. I promise that, after I fuck you, I'll tell you all about my love of Emily Brontë over breakfast…"

"
Wuthering Heights
is so … depressing,” she said. “Tragic.
Pride and Prejudice
is happily ever after."

"Shh," I said, squeezing her once more. "I don't believe in
happily ever after
, Kate. I've studied psychology. I've been divorced. Now
please
. Women's brains have this tendency to become more active after a good fucking. Men need
sleep
. Very strong
hint
…"

She said nothing more after that and for a moment, I felt a bit bad for shutting her down when she obviously felt like talking. It wasn’t only that I was exhausted. It was that I felt strange talking to her like that. I didn’t do the whole sleepover schtick.  I didn’t get into deep conversations with my subs. I didn’t wax poetic or philosophic with them. I tied them up, tortured them with pleasure, made them come several times, and then fucked them until I did. End of story.

This whole trip was probably a huge mistake, but for whatever reason, I went along with it and even encouraged it. I felt conflicting emotions as we lay together in bed, her snuggled into my arms. Part of me was ecstatic. I’d finally fucked Kate – something I’d been fantasizing about way too much for someone like me, who didn’t do that sort of thing.

The other part was on guard, as if some dark and ominous threat loomed just out of sight. I knew it was there.

I had no idea when it would rear its ugly head and break my heart.

I closed my eyes and exhaled heavily, determined to shut my mind off and not let my worries about this – relationship – whatever it turned out to be – ruin my peace of mind.