The Commitment (The Unrestrained #2) (27 page)

"Good
girl
," he said, his voice deep and warm. He took the shot glass out of my hand. "Open wider."

I did, and then felt the slick head of his cock press against my lips. I licked, tasting his salty fluid, and it was such a contrast to the sweet bite of the vodka. I opened wide so he could slip the tip inside my mouth. I sucked on the head for a moment, running my tongue all around the ridge the way I had the tip of his finger and received a soft moan of appreciation in response.

"Take as much as you can," he said, his voice low.

I relaxed my throat so he could slide in more deeply, trying not to gag, my lips curved around my teeth to protect the sensitive flesh. Then he pressed a bit too hard and I did gag, but kept my composure and he withdrew a bit before beginning a slow gentle thrust in and out, fucking my mouth for a moment, one hand holding the back of my head to guide me and take more control.

Finally, he withdrew slowly and I waited for his next command, my flesh wet and aching with desire.

"Have more," he said, handing me yet another shot of Anisovaya. I drank that down as well. I could only imagine what he had planned that required me being drunk.

"You're getting me drunk, Master?"

"Shh," he said. "A good submissive just submits, Katherine. She doesn't question."

I nodded without speaking.

He took the shot glass away and then, his hands went under my arms and he lifted me up so that I stood up fully. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood facing me, then his mouth was on mine once more, his tongue searching and finding mine. We kissed for a moment, his arm sliding around me, crushing my body against his while the other was trapped between us, squeezing one of my breasts, his erection hard against my belly. He tweaked my nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a jolt of sensation through my body to my core.

I almost fell into his arms, my legs were like jelly. He maneuvered me into position while he sat on the side of the bed so that I stood between his thighs, all the while kneading and squeezing my breasts while his mouth hungrily claimed each nipple, one after the other. I writhed as he ran his teeth over each one, biting down just hard enough to almost hurt but not quite, then sucking each one softly.

I remembered the video image of him twisting the nipple clamp, but then quickly pushed it out of my mind. I wouldn't let it ruin our scene.

"Are you nice and wet for me, Katherine?" he said, his voice husky with lust.

"Yes, Master," I said, my heart heavy from the image from the video despite what he was doing to me with his fingers, which were slipped between my labia, testing me, two fingers entering me a bit, his thumb pressing against my clit.

He left me standing alone for a moment and then returned. I could feel him stand close to me as if he were observing me. He proceeded to wrap strips of leather around me, under my arms and around my breasts and soon, each breast felt bound, squeezed, my nipples hard points. He mouthed each nipple once he was finished, his hand running over each one. I wanted so much to see what they looked like but said nothing, trying to keep in proper submissive role as I promised.

Next, he wound the strips of leather around my waist and down over my hips and belly, lacing them between my thighs on either side of my labia.

"Lie on the bed with your hands above your head."

I did as he commanded and soon, he had leather cuffs around each wrist and was fastening my cuffed hands to something else. I tugged and realized he'd cuffed me to something – the bed frame, perhaps. I tried to imagine it in my mind – maybe the bed rail.

"Spread your legs, wide, and rest them on the edge of the bed."

I opened my legs as wide as I could, my heels digging into the edge, my pussy completely exposed to his view, leather strips surrounding my thighs. Cuffs went around each ankle, and when I tried to move them, I was unable. He'd used a spreader bar. He'd never used one before but I saw several in his cabinet and had wondered if he'd ever use them.

Now, I was completely immobile, bound with leather, my wrists and ankles confined, my eyes covered. My body went into some kind of strange state at that point – I drifted as if on a cloud, everything focused in on the sensations I was experiencing, all of it focused on my groin and breasts.

I gasped when his warm mouth covered me and then I groaned and arched my back when his tongue pressed against my clit and began to swirl. A stab of desire went through me, making me feel as if I could come in only a moment, I was so ready.

"Oh, God,
Master
…"

"You're so wet and so ready, Katherine. But you're going to have to wait."

He pulled off me and I lay there, exposed completely, my body vibrating with need.

I heard some sounds and then felt a cool wetness on my perineum and onto my anus. I tensed, inhaling loudly – was he going to try
that
?

"
Relax
, Katherine," he said. "Do you trust me?"

I said nothing for a moment, not knowing whether I wanted this.

"I said, do you
trust
me, Katherine?"

"Yes." I could barely say it. I didn't want
that
. It both aroused and repulsed me. A silence passed and I waited, frowning, unsure of what he was going to do. Not entirely happy, despite how my body responded and despite the warmth that spread through my body from the liquor. "But I'm afraid—"

"Shh," he said and then he lay on top of me, his body between my spread thighs, his erection jutting against my belly. He kissed me, warmly, deeply, his hand cupping my cheek. "You only need four words. Yes, Master, yellow and red. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Do you believe that I love you?"

"Yes, Master," I said immediately, for I did believe it.

"Do you trust me to know how far and how fast to go?"

I hesitated. There was a part of me that still responded in fear at the prospect of anal. I had read it wasn’t supposed to hurt if done properly. But it
had
hurt when Kurt tried.

I couldn't help myself. "When I did it before, it felt like I had a knife inside of me."

He embraced me, kissing all over my face and then my mouth. "My poor sweet Katherine," he said, his voice a whisper. "I promise you when I do, you'll feel pleasure. Do you trust me to know how and when?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

For a moment, he was silent. He said nothing, he did nothing to me, but I felt his gaze on my face.

"It's just that I'm still so scared..."

"I know. That's why you have to trust me to know when you're ready."

I nodded and he kissed me once more. I relaxed a bit. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be the night. I knew he
would
eventually fuck me that way but not tonight. I sighed, exhaling heavily in relief.

He rose up and my body felt cold without him on top of me. Then I felt his fingers on my labia once more, stroking me, slipping inside of me. While he played with me with one hand, he licked and sucked my nipples once more and soon, despite my earlier anxiety and dread, I responded, my body aching, waiting for him to do what he would to make me come.

Once more I felt the cool wetness of lubricant on me and then something entered me, something cool and solid and thick – a dildo? It entered me only an inch or two, teasing the outside of my body while he continued to stroke my clit with his thumb. It felt so good to have something inside of me and something stimulating my clit. I groaned and wriggled under this attention.

He slid the dildo in a bit farther, stroking in and out slowly while rubbing my clit. Soon, the pleasure increased and I knew I could come. When it pressed at the right spot, I moaned.

"Master, I
think
…"

"Good girl," he said in reply, withdrawing the dildo, leaving me empty. Then, he pushed my knees up higher and his fingers stroked me, circling my anus, the tip of one slipping inside. He removed it and then I felt something cool press there.
A butt plug
. I tensed a bit.

"
Relax
, Katherine."

I tried, remembering what he'd said the last time he used it. I took in a deep breath and tried to relax, blowing out the air and soon, the plug slipped inside of me, past my resistance. It felt larger than the one he used before.

Once more, I felt his thumb stroke my clit, and he slipped the dildo inside an inch or so. I tried to focus on the good sensations. In truth, the plug and dildo soon became one form of pressure and I focused on how good it all felt.

When I thought my orgasm would start, I tried to speak and he pulled back again, leaving me gasping. Then, he removed both toys and I felt immediately empty, the pleasant stretch of the two objects gone. He rose up and then he unclasped the cuffs on my ankles and wrists and turned me over so that I knelt on the edge of the bed with him behind me. His fingers were wet and slippery with lubricant and he once more teased my anus and slipped a finger inside. I tensed, inhaling deeply.

"Shh, Katherine," he whispered, his finger stopped inside me. When he tried to insert two fingers, I gasped.

"
Master
, I—" but he leaned down and kissed my shoulder, his fingers both now inside of me, slipping painlessly past my resistance, moving slowly in a circle as if trying to loosen me. We remained in that position for a moment, and soon I relaxed but in truth, my heart was beating faster. When he began teasing my clit with his thumb, the pleasure overcame the fear I had and I couldn't help but respond, my breathing increasing as well.

 Finally, his fingers withdrew and the tip of his erection pressed there instead. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, waiting for the pain I remembered from before with Kurt. I felt my flesh widen, felt the slickness of the tip press inside, and it felt like intense pressure, but there was no pain. He bent over me a bit, one hand slipping under me to tease my clit while he continued to press his cock inside of me.

"
Relax
, Katherine," he said, his voice warm and soothing. I felt more cool wetness against me and he slipped his cock inside a bit more, meeting my resistance. "Exhale. Blow out your breath."

I did and then he was inside me a bit deeper. The pressure felt intense, and a burning began deep inside me, bordering on pain but nothing like when Kurt tried. I wanted so much to do this, for it to work, for me to like it. I tried to relax totally, to let my muscles slacken so he could enter me.

"It's
too
much
…"

He pulled back a bit, the pressure lessening, the burning milder, but he didn't withdraw completely. More wetness, more pressure, but in truth, my lip hurt more from biting it than what he was doing to me.

"Drake,
please
, I don't want this. I don't know if I can do this," I said, gasping when the pressure grew even more intense.

"You already
have
," he replied, his voice thick with pleasure.

I frowned. "You're inside of me?"

"Yes," he said, his voice tight. "
All
of me."

We remained in that position for several long moments, him leaning over me, one hand holding himself up, the other hand around me and between my thighs, his fingers slowly stroking my clit, his cock filling me completely. He didn't move inside of me, but he remained in position. I didn't know if I could come like that, but soon, the pleasure grew strong enough to overcome the sensation of him stretching me so wide and I pressed against his fingers.

"Good
girl
," he whispered. "So
good
…"

The knowledge he was completely inside of me, that I'd survived his size without pain the way it had felt with Kurt, made me almost euphoric. I could
do
this. I could bear it. The way I felt, with his fingers sliding against my clit, his length inside of me, I thought I might be able to orgasm. He began to move very slowly and it didn't hurt. Soon, as pleasure built inside of me, I began to move against his fingers as he thrust inside of me.

"Oh,
God
, you feel so good, so
tight
," he said, groaning, his lips at my shoulder and the sound of need in his voice made me even more aroused. "Tell me when you're going to come," he said, his voice shaky. With his relentless fingers on my clit, with his hardness inside of me, with my thighs tensed as I thrust with him, it took little time for my pleasure to build. The intense pressure, combined with his fingers on my clit drove me go over the edge and my orgasm began, shocking me with its intensity, overcoming me like a wave. Stabs of pleasure spread out from my groin and down my legs and into my chest as I came.

"Oh,
God
…" I gasped, and then he began thrusting more rapidly, pushing me over, my whole body shuddering as I came, blinded by pleasure. I heard a sound like someone moaning, and realized it was me,
oh, ohhh, ohhh
.

When I was completely spent, he stopped thrusting and we remained motionless. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder then my mouth. I felt as if I were drifting in some other dimension, time not passing. Only this pure pleasure and sensation – his body in mine, his body on mine, skin against skin, his mouth on mine.

Bliss
.

When our kiss ended, he began thrusting again. It took very few thrusts for him to come as well he was so close, so aroused, his own moans in my ear as he ejaculated, his cock pulsing, his body shaking.

"Fuck, fuck,
fuck
…" he groaned, straining against me as if trying not to thrust too hard. "
Kate
…"

I collapsed onto the bed with him on top of me, still deep inside of me, still shuddering. When he was finished, he lay still and gasped in my ear, kissing my neck. He rose up as I knew he would and withdrew slowly, and watched me for a moment, his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, enjoying seeing his semen spilling out of my body.

I bit my lip in reply, but it did little to quell the grin building on my mouth. I could hear the humor in his voice and could only imagine a lopsided grin on his face. He sighed in mock frustration and lay back on top of me, kissing my cheek.