The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (41 page)

"I'm not going to disappear…"

"Kate, for all I know, you might,” I said, unwilling to take the risk. “Come with me. Wait for me. Then we'll figure this all out."

She looked hesitant. "I shouldn't go anywhere with you. If anyone saw us..."

"No one is going to see us."

Finally, she gave in and exhaled. " Okay."

I still held her hand in mine and so I squeezed it, and then leaned in and kissed her. She let me and I knew then that she
did
want me, but was afraid that I’d get hurt if we were found to be together. I wanted to push her down on the floor and ravish her right then and there. My mind went immediately to my office at the hospital and how I’d lock my door and have her right there on the sofa after my procedure was completed.

"Come," I said, standing and pulling her up with me. She followed me without question. We left the deli and took my car to NY Presbyterian, to the wing where my office was located. While we walked hand in hand back to my office, I explained to her what I would do in the procedure. I ushered her into the small room with a sofa, flat screen television for watching procedures, and my desk. A small exam room was off through the side door.

"Here," I said and pointed to the couch. "Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I have a collection of out of date magazines to read." I switched on the huge screen so she could watch me operate. "There's a coffee and vending machine down the hall if you get thirsty or hungry. You can watch the surgery on the screen if you want. We're recording all procedures and you can watch live feed here."

"I can watch you operate?"

"Yes," I said and held up the remote. "I do really specialized robotically-assisted procedures and record every case for my clinical course in neurosurgery. You can use this to turn the volume up or down. If you get bored, you can switch to cable and watch television." I brought up a screen that had three views, one with a slightly elevated view of a high-tech looking OR theatre, another directly above a gurney, and a third staring at what resembled an open CT scanner. Inside, the scrub nurses and technicians were busy preparing for surgery.

"That's your OR?"

"For the procedure this afternoon, yes. It's a really advanced OR suite equipped for neurological procedures like I'm doing this afternoon." I pointed to a CT scanner. "That does real-time images of the brain for really delicate surgery."

"What are you doing?"

"Implanting electrodes in a man's brain to stop Parkinson's tremor. That's for imaging the brain during the procedure. The patient will be sitting with his head inside the machine so we can watch as the electrodes are inserted to make sure we get them in the right location. Speaking of which, I have to get ready or I'm going to be late. Gotta go scrub in."

I handed her the remote control, then I bent down to kiss her. She raised her head and let me. I touched her bottom lip, the tiny scar, and then stared into her eyes, searching for some sign that she was really here to stay. "Wait for me?"

She nodded, but didn’t reply.

"I'll be forty-five minutes, maybe an hour, depending on how things go. Okay?"

"I'll be here."

I went to the door and looked back at her. "I won’t be long."

She smiled and waved so I closed the door and left her alone.

I scrubbed outside the OR in the anteroom while the rest of the OR staff finished preparations for surgery. One of my neurosurgery residents would start the procedure, opening the cranium and preparing the patient for my part of the surgery.

When I was gowned up and ready, I went up to my patient to say hello, and then I turned to the camera to describe the procedure. I returned to Mr. Graham and spoke with him to reassure him.

"How are you doing, Bob?" I said, keeping my voice firm but warm. "Ready?"

"Cut away, Doc. Great tunes, by the way," Mr. Graham said. "When you asked me, I didn't really believe you'd play Led Zeppelin in the OR."

"I find music relaxes patients,” I said and smiled beneath my mask. “Luckily, we have the same taste in bands."

"You're too young to like this music."

"It's my father's music. I love it, too."

I consulted the CT images, checking to make sure everything was in proper alignment. I described what I was doing for the benefit of my students, who would watch the video in preparation for their own OR time. Then, I went ahead with the procedure and threaded an electrode into a precise position in the brain, guided by a CT-generated image on a screen beside the operating table.

"When I stimulate the section of the brain where the electrode has been placed, Mr. Graham's hand should stop shaking. Slowly at first, maybe not completely, but there will be noticeable improvement."

Graham’s head was imprisoned in a metal cage. He lifted his hand at my instruction and it shook wildly, the tremor reaching all down his arm.

"We are now going to send a charge down the electrode to the
subthalamic nucleus
and the
globus pallidus interna
, the structures responsible for motor movement."

In a few seconds, Mr. Graham's hand stopped shaking. Slowly at first but in about ten or fifteen seconds, it was almost perfectly still.

"Oh, God,
oh God
," Mr. Graham said, his voice breaking. "Oh,
God
I can't believe it." Graham was obviously overcome with emotion, and for good reason.

"
Thank
you, Doctor," Mr. Graham said, his voice breaking. "Thank you,
God
."

I bent over Mr. Graham, but kept my hands away from the man, to keep sterile. "I
love
my job," I said, smiling to myself. "I can't believe they pay me to do it."

About twenty minutes later, after we finished closing and the nurses wheeled my patient out of the OR, I spoke briefly with the family to let them know how the procedure went and went back to my office in my scrubs, my cap still on my head. I glanced at the screen and saw the technicians cleaning the OR. Then I turned to Kate.

"How are you?"

She came over to me and to my surprise, she slipped her arms around my waist, squeezing me.

"What's this?" I said, smiling, my arms closing around her.

"That was amazing." Her eyes were warm, brimming just a bit as if she was emotional.

Despite wanting to kiss her then and there, I pulled out of her arms and closed the door. Then I removed my cap and pressed Kate against the door.

"Mmm, Ms.
Bennet
," I said, and pushed one of my knees between hers, my hips pressed against her, my arms on the door beside her head. "I hope this show of affection means you’ve reconsidered and you're planning on giving this a chance."

"I still want you," she said, and ran her hands up my chest. "I never stopped. If anything, I want you even more. But if this person finds out that we're seeing each other, they'll tell my father about your involvement in the BDSM community and send the restraining order to your boss."

I watched her, my gaze moving over her face. "You won't tell me who?"

"I can't."

"If I talk to them, maybe I can assure them I won't hurt you and—"

"I
can't
. You
don’t
understand. They're serious and completely irrational about this."

I pulled her over to the couch and we sat down. I slipped my arm around her. "So, it's back to the secret affair? We can't see each other in public?"

She nodded.

"Well, at least you
want
to try."

"I do."

Relief flooded through me. I knew what I wanted and needed. I wanted her that night. "I have a jam session tonight but I'm done at 9:00."

"I can't be seen with you, Drake,” she said, her hands splayed on my chest “I can't go to your apartment. You can't come to mine. I don't know where we'll meet. A hotel?"

"No, that's too…" I brushed hair off her cheek. "Too cliché. I have a small apartment on 8th Avenue from when I was in school. It was my dad's when he was a student. He bought the whole building when he started to make serious money and I decided to go to Columbia. We could use that. I spent a lot of years there and it has some of my old junk from when I first lived away from my father. I store a lot of his stuff there as well."

"This person works three nights a week,” Kate said. “Every Tuesday and Thursday for sure. One night on the weekend. On those nights, I could probably go there. I might be able to make excuses for a night now and then, but this person is determined to watch me. I have to make them think we've truly broken up so they stop."

"You seem so much more positive about this,” I said, surprised and glad at the same time. “What happened?"

She shook her head and just stared at me as if trying to find the right words. "This made me face up to what it was that I wanted. Having to say goodbye to you made me realized that I
want
this," she said and ran her hands up my chest to my shoulders. "I want
you
."

I leaned closer and kissed her softly, affection for her flooding through me, mixed with arousal. When I pulled back, I stroked her cheek. "Look, I only have an hour. Will you come with me? Surely this person isn't tailing you? We could go to my place on 8th Avenue but we'll have to hurry because of traffic."

"Why don't we just stay if you only have a little while. We can talk here," she said and brushed hair off my forehead.

"Ms.
Bennet
," I said, grinning. "I don't want to
talk
." Then I leaned down and kissed her throat and then the tops of her very luscious breasts.

"Do you think it's advisable?" she said, when I pulled her onto my lap so that she lay across me, her arms around my neck. "I mean, do you think someone might come in? One of your nurses? Or maybe…"

"Enough talking."

I pressed her down on the tiny couch and kissed her and it took no time for me to be rock hard with her soft curves beneath me. While I kissed her tenderly at the start, my arousal built quickly and soon I was practically devouring her, one hand searching her body while my tongue searched her mouth, my fingers slipping under her sweater to cup a breast through her bra, stroking the flesh that spilled out above the fabric. Then I slid my hand down over her belly to her thigh, pulling up her jean skirt until I found her pussy.

"I'm going to lock the door and fuck you right now," I whispered, pressing my fingers against her, searching for the hard nub of her clit through her tights. She gasped and pressed against my hand, signaling that she was aroused as well. I rose reluctantly and went to the door, turning the lock then I came back and lay beside Kate again, kissing her neck, pulling open her sweater, running my tongue over the tops of her breasts. When I pulled the fabric down to expose one nipple and sucked on it, she gasped.

I stopped sucking and pulled on the nipple gently with my teeth. Then, I took her hand and ran it over top of my scrubs so she could feel my erection.

"See what you do to me?"

She smiled coyly. "That was your own doing."

Someone spoke outside the office door, and Kate stiffened in alarm. "Drake, is this a good idea? Will you get in trouble if someone comes? Maybe we should stop…"

"Shh," I said. "You signed the contract. No resistance." I kissed her again, leaning over her, stroking her cheek, my fingers running over her bottom lip. "I want you
now
."

"Do you," she whispered as I nuzzled her neck. "Do you think it's a good idea before surgery? Won't it, like, sap your vital essence or something?"

I smiled against her neck, then I moved back down to her breasts. "
Quiet
. You talk far too much. I'm going to eat you," I said, taking her hand again and moving it down over my balls. "
Right now
."

Then I pulled away and bent down, taking her feet and removing her shoes, before unzipping her jean skirt and pulling down her tights and underwear. I finished undressing her as fast as I could so that she was completely naked and then I pushed her back onto the couch. Still fully dressed, I knelt down and examined her. “I'm going to have to shave you again tonight," I said, noting the hair was growing back, short and sharp. "I look forward to it."

I buried my face between her spread thighs, my fingers opening her up, my mouth and lips and tongue finding her clit. She leaned back and closed her eyes, finally surrendering to me.

I licked and sucked her clit, my tongue stroking all over her lips, while I slid two fingers inside of her. When I heard her breathing fast and shallow, I knew she was close. Then, I pulled her up and turned her around so that she leaned over the couch, her knees on the seat and her body over the back. After untying my scrubs, I pulled out my cock and stroked her pussy with the head to rekindle her arousal. When I finally entered her, moving slowly inside of her just a few inches, she gasped. I bent over her, one arm around her waist so that I could stroke her clit.

"Tell me when you're close,” I said. I kept my fingers on her as I began to thrust and soon, she was breathing fast again, pushing back against me.

"Drake,
I
…"

While I would usually build her up several times before letting her come, I increased my tempo, and soon, I felt her spasms and thrust even harder. I wanted to come with her and was so close, a few more thrusts would push me over. I came with my mouth at her ear, grunting through my ejaculation, blinded with the pleasure.

I leaned against her, breathing hard, my hands covering hers on the back of the couch.

"
God
, I needed that…" I kissed her shoulder and bit it gently. "I needed
you
." Finally, I slid out of her but when she tried to turn around, I stopped her.

"No, stay like that so I can admire you. My come is running down your leg."

I stepped back and examined her from a few feet away, her nice round ass in the air, her pussy peeking out at the base of her cheeks, a slither of my semen dripping out.

"Um, my legs are a bit shaky," she said, craning her neck to see me.