The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (45 page)

She searched my face. I waited for her to decide, my breath held. She could shut this down right then and there if she wanted.

"Yes," she said, her body relaxing fully, her body limp beneath me. "
Master
…"

Then I kissed her, watching her as I did, one hand cupping her cheek. The kiss started off soft and tender, but soon became more intense, more needy, my tongue finding hers, insistent, searching. I closed my eyes and sucked her tongue into my mouth, then licked her bottom lip as I had fantasized about for weeks, biting it before moving down over her chin and neck, stopping over her carotid to feel her pulse again to monitor her level of excitement.

She was excited.

I squeezed her ample breasts, kneading them, pulling the lacy fabric down once more so that they jutted out. I began sucking her nipples, biting them gently, before sucking them once again, increasing the pressure of my teeth each time, always licking and sucking afterwards until her nipples were rosy and erect, her breasts swelling. I bit just hard enough for her to notice I was biting but not enough for any real pain and always laved the nipple with my tongue to soothe it.

"I don't like
pain
," she said, sounding almost drunk. "
Master
," she added quickly, her voice shaky.

"I'm just seeing how far I can go with you," I said softly. "You don't really know yet what you like and what you don't like if you haven't really tried. I can tell you
like
what I'm doing now by how your body responds," I said, thrusting two fingers between her labia to see how wet she was. "I won't go too far. Now keep completely still or I'll have to tie up your feet as well."

She closed her eyes as I moved lower, tracing my tongue down over her belly to her pussy. I began to lick her all over again, slowly, pressing my tongue flat against her, not making direct contact on her clit just yet. Finally, I spread her thighs and ran my tongue up and over her clit. In response, she moaned out loud.

When I slipped several fingers inside of her, she clenched around me. I knew she wouldn’t last long if I moved my fingers.

"Master, I'm so close…"

"Good girl," I said, pleased that she remembered. I pulled away and lifted her, turning her over so that she was on her knees, her weight borne by her elbows, her face to the side pressed against the bed. I ran my hands over her, stroking up and down her back and down her thighs. Then I slipped fingers between her labia and began stroking slowly up and inside her wetness. When my thumb made contact with her anus, she tensed completely.

"Please,
no
…" she whispered, her voice alarmed.

"Shh," I said, leaning over her, my fingers still inside of her, thumb pressed against her. "You signed the contract, Kate. This is part of it. I won't penetrate you now. I’m getting you used to the sensation.
Relax
."

She remained tense, so I wrapped my other arm around her and played with her clit, hoping that the pleasure from the contact combined with that of my fingers inside of her overcame her reluctance and she’d relax. When I finally felt her body go limp once more, I kissed her shoulder, then bit it gently.

"That's my good
girl
," I said. "No moralistic judgment of what you enjoy allowed, Katherine. Just let yourself
feel
."

I kept stimulating her in that position, fingers on her clit, fingers stroking her just a few inches inside, my thumb moving in a circle over her anus, and I brought her once more right to the brink of orgasm, her breathing fast, her thighs trembling.

She gasped, barely able to speak. "I'm
going to
…"

I immediately withdrew my fingers and remained still, my cock pressed against her pussy but unmoving.

"Just breathe, Kate," I said, kissing her neck and shoulder. She breathed in deeply, her breath shaky, and soon, I felt her relax.

Finally, I turned her over, kneeling on the bed and pulling her hips into position on my lap, spreading her thighs wide. I stroked the head of my cock over her labia slowly, circling her clit each time. I pushed just inside of her, then pulled out, stroking her clit, repeating it over and over again, building her back up so that she was breathing hard and fast.

"What do you
want
, Katherine?" I said, watching her face. "Tell me what you want.
Beg
me."

She panted for a moment as if considering. "Please, Master,” she said and licked her lips. "
Fuck
me."

It was a first—a first of many times she’d beg me to fuck her, so close to the edge that it would take no more than a few thrusts to send her over. I slid into her, filling her entirely, my fingers on her clit. She groaned, her eyes closing.

"Yes, you like that, don't you?" I pulled out completely and stroked my cock over her clit again. Then I thrust inside all the way again and kept thrusting, my fingers light on her clit and soon, I saw her grit her teeth and knew she was going over.

I leaned over her, sliding into missionary position quickly, my hands on either side of her head, my face over hers. "Look in my eyes," I commanded. "Say my name when you come."

She tried, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. I thrust faster, harder, until finally, I came as well, my eyes locked on hers, the pleasure almost blinding me. Then I collapsed against her, my face in the crook of her neck.

For the next few moments, we both recovered, not saying anything. I kissed her neck, shoulder, her face, and finally, her mouth. Then I withdrew slowly so I could watch my come ooze out of her. I saw her smile and then turn her face away to hide it.

"What's that smile about, Ms. Bennet?” I said, smiling myself. “Does my kink amuse you?"

She said nothing, but I could see she was holding back.

"
Well
?"

She didn’t—or couldn’t—speak, but I saw mirth in her eyes.

"I can't wait to see it over other parts of your very delicious body,” I said. “Maybe your luscious breasts. Or that smirking mouth, which I'm going to kiss right now, just to wipe that smile off your saucy face."

I lay on top of her, kissing her again, barely able to keep the smile off my face. Then I pulled back and looked in her eyes. "A Dom isn't supposed to lose control of the scene so easily. I may have to spank your delicious ass to remind you to show proper respect for your Dom's kinks…"

Her eyes widened at that. "Now?"

I shook my head. "Oh no. Not
now
. Your first spanking will only come before a good fucking. I wouldn’t want to waste getting you all wet. I'd only spank you when I was going to fuck you immediately afterward. And my spanking would make you very wet."

Her eyes widened at that, and I hoped I’d planted a seed that would bear delicious fruit for us both.

"We’re still two to one," I said, smiling. "I won’t be really happy until it's three to one."

"Three?" she said, closing her eyes. "I don’t think I can do three."

I nuzzled her neck. "Of course you can. If you can do two, you can do three. You're young and you're multi-orgasmic."

"I don't think so," she said. "Two seems to be the most I can have in one encounter."

"You've just set me a challenge, Ms. Bennet," I said, enjoying the chance to try. "The kind a neurosurgeon like me can't resist."

I began nibbling at her neck again, unable to get enough of her smooth skin.

"Please, no," she said, gasping just a bit when I moved down to her nipples. I sucked one and she gasped and arched her back. They were still extremely sensitive from earlier. "I'm too sensitive."

I rose up briefly and frowned at her. "
Katherine
…" I kept my expression stern. "You signed. Is this truly a red-light matter?"

She blinked rapidly and shook her head. "It's just," she said, softly, "I'm so tender right now…"

"All the better to make you come again," I said. "Women are different from men, Katherine. You have a very minimal refractory period and can orgasm again almost immediately if you relax and let me take control. The way you
agreed
to…"

"What if I don't want to?"

"You gave control over your body to me.
I
want you to. I thought you understood that."

She sighed and closed her eyes, turning her head to the side.

I crawled up until I was directly over her, took her chin in my hand, and held her eyes with mine.

"What is it, Kate? Why are you resisting this?" I shook my head, surprised that she’d resist. "It's not like another orgasm is a bad thing."

She shook her head in return but said nothing.

"
Slave
," I said, my voice firm, "are you mine?"

She inhaled deeply. "Yes," she said, finally yielding. "
Master
…"

In the end, it turned out that Kate could come more than three times. In all, five. I made her come five times without stopping, using my fingers, tongue, and my once-more erect cock, to prove a point and reinforce that she wasn't to resist me, no matter what, unless what was happening was a red-light matter. Coming five times was not one.

By the time I was finished with her, she was almost incoherent, but lay with a satisfied smile on her face.

"I'm going to be sore tomorrow,'" she said, closing her eyes as I untied her hands.

"Good," I said and rubbed her wrists where she'd pulled at the leather tie. Then I lifted her up into a seated position in my lap and began massaging her shoulders. "I want you sore. I want you to remember that you came five times. That
I'm
the one to set limits for your body, not you. You're far too timid and fearful to do so. You're too inexperienced. You don't know yet what you're capable of sexually, Kate. Let me be the one to discover how far you can go. That's what a D/s relationship is all about."

"I'm so tired…" she said, her eyes closing. "I have to get home. I'll call a taxi…"

"Shh," I said, cradling her in my arms. "You'll stay here tonight. You need to recover. Just lie with me."

"If I'm not at home and—” she said, then hesitated. "And that person comes by, they may become suspicious."

"
Katherine
," I said, my voice firm, "when you’re with me, I make the decisions. You're with me. I've decided you're staying the night."

She exhaled and then gave in, relaxing into my arms. "It's your neck, not mine…"

"It is." Then I laid her down on the bed and went to the bathroom, bringing back a warm washcloth that I used to wipe her off, starting at her face and then moving down over her body to her pussy, touching it gently to wipe away my come, the touch of the washcloth on her sensitive skin causing her to gasp just a bit.

I smiled, enjoying the thought that she was well-used.

"Does that please you?" she asked. "The thought I'm in pain?"

I stopped what I was doing and frowned. "Is it truly pain? Or is it just discomfort from a very thorough and enjoyable fucking?" I waited for a moment, watching her. "Answer me, Katherine. Is it because you were well-fucked? Remember the rules…"

She was silent for a moment. "Yes,
Master
," she said finally, a bit of resistance in her voice.

"Yes,
what
?"

"Yes, Master," she said, her eyes closing. "It's because I'm well-fucked."

"Good
girl
," I said and kissed her.

"Can I ask why you call me a girl? I'm really not, you know. I'm almost twenty-five," she said while I continued to clean her. She opened her eyes. "A quarter century."

I considered while I provided her aftercare. The topic of how a Dom addressed his sub hadn’t come up yet in any detail and it varied from Dom to Dom. Some called them “slave” while others called them “Little One” or by their name. The purpose of the scene was for each to assume a role and exchange power. Dominants did what they could and thought was necessary to reinforce the roles of dominance and submission. The name you called your sub could help in that process.

"I know you're a woman, Kate. You're an intelligent, passionate, caring woman. I respect you. I would never fuck a girl. The essence of a D/s relationship is power exchange between consenting adults. The submissive has to trust the Dominant enough to give over total control to him. In order for you to trust me, you have to
feel
that I truly am dominant in personality. That I can exert total control over you with confidence." I stopped my motions for a moment and turned to her to see her response.

"You sound like a professor giving a lecture."

"I
am
a professor."

"Of surgery…"

"Of surgery, but I could teach BDSM. I do give lectures sometimes. You wanted to understand, Kate. You have to feel submissive for this to work. If you don't, you won't yield control to me. I have to use every weapon in my arsenal to ensure you feel it because that mind of yours is just too intelligent, too busy. When I call you “girl,” that reinforces the difference between us. I'm thirty-seven, so I'm older than you. I'm more experienced. I'm more knowledgeable about sex. Most importantly, I'm able to control myself. Therefore, I'm able to control you. You can trust me to do so and you can just release yourself completely to feel whatever I decide you should feel."

I resumed cleaning her off, thinking about the whole Dom/sub relationship.

"Why are you doing this?" she said, curious. "I could clean myself off. Isn't this a servant's job? Shouldn't I be cleaning
you
off?"

I paused and caught her eye. "Are you in any kind of condition to wash me?" I smiled briefly. "You turn yourself over to me completely, Kate. You allow me to restrain you, elicit intense emotions in you, to make you feel strong passions and sensations, to use your body as I want to use it. You're my responsibility. My
complete
responsibility when we're together. Your body needs to be cleaned and tended. Your mind needs to be calmed and comforted. Doing so is my responsibility as well. Submissives can be very delicate emotionally after an intense scene. They need to be cared for. It's called
aftercare
. I enjoy doing it."