The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (49 page)

"Commando," I said, grinning against her neck. "I have to be ready to fuck you at the drop of a hat."

"Oh,
God
…" she said, gasping when my hands slipped under the hem of her dress to feel her naked pussy.

"Oh, God is
right
," I murmured against her neck. "I don’t know if I can wait until later to fuck you, but I want to do it at the club."

She pulled away and looked at my face, in my eyes. "But not in front of anyone, right?"

"
Katherine
," I said, trying to sound authoritative even though I was certain that, by then, whatever authority I once had was gone. "We're in scene."

 She inhaled deeply and nodded. "Forgive me, Master."

"Forgiven," I said, not that I was in the least upset, but I felt I had to give Kate what she wanted and needed—me, Dominant. "As if I could ever
not
forgive you." Then I frowned a bit. "As for what happens tonight, do you
trust
me? Do you trust me to know what you need and what you can handle?"

She looked up into my eyes. "Yes. Completely." I frowned and waited for her to use the proper form of address, smirking when her eyes finally widened. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl. I decide what happens tonight, not you. Your one out is to use the safe word."

"I never want to use it, Master," she said, frowning, her voice wavering.

"Neither do I," I replied. "Now, I see I'm going to have to wipe that frown off your face." I turned her around, tickling her from behind. She giggled and tried to wrestle out of my arms, but she was no match for me. When she was in near hysterics from my fingers, I let her go.

"Off to the bathroom," I said and smacked her on the ass. "I have something for you."

She mock-screamed and ran to the bathroom as I chased her, my hands reaching out. She stopped inside the bathroom and leaned against the vanity, waiting for me. I picked up the box holding the leather dress I bought for her during the day. It was a leather corset dress purchased from a leather shop that catered to Manhattan’s leather and BDSM community. I took her measurements the last time we were together and told her I’d pick something out for her to wear.

"Take off your clothes."

She complied immediately, eager to try on whatever was in the box. I was busy unwrapping it and then I glanced up from the contents of the box and smiled when I saw her. "That's what I like to see." I went to her and pulled her into my embrace, kissing her neck and biting her shoulder just a bit, then stepped back. "I got you a very nice black number," I said. "But first, there's this." I reached into the box and pulled out a thick black leather collar that I’d selected as well. It was lined with felt on the inside and had a silver buckle and a padlock.

"My
collar
," she said, reaching up to feel her neck. She smiled and held up her hair so I could put it on.

"Wait," I said, holding up a hand. "There's more to it than just putting it on. This is symbolic, Katherine, of our relationship. It signifies that you're mine, completely and totally, when you wear it. Do you understand that? Completely and totally mine."

I held her gaze, trying to impart how serious and solemn this was.

"Yes, Master," she said, her voice a bit choked. "I understand."

"Good girl," I said and kissed her. "It means no hesitation from now on when you wear it. No questioning my decisions. No avoiding what I order you to do. You obey immediately and completely without thought or reservation. You only think of how to please me. If you don't submit fully and with pleasure to what I demand, you have to expect that I'll punish you. Up until now, we've been just playing a bit with D/s. This is serious now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," she said a bit too quickly, eager to have me put it on.

I took her chin in my hands and caught her eye. "
Katherine
, I want you to focus. Tell me what this means. When I put this collar around your neck, what does it mean?"

She inhaled, blinking. I was really serious about this part and wanted her to take it seriously as well.

"It means I’m yours totally. I obey you completely without hesitation."

I narrowed my eyes at her because she still wasn’t focusing.

"
Master
," she said, grimacing.

"Good girl. But it's more than just a symbol of possession. It means I've chosen you and you've chosen me. I'm offering this to you—being your Dom. You've accepted, with all that means. It means we're exclusive. People take collaring very seriously in the lifestyle. Do you understand how serious this is? It's not given lightly. It's not just for show."

She said nothing for a moment, her eyes holding mine. "Yes, Master."

I nodded, satisfied that she did understand. "Now turn around and hold up your hair."

She did and so I stepped closer, kissing her shoulder then wrapping the collar around her neck, watching in the mirror as I fastened the closure and secured the tiny padlock. I admired the thick, shiny black leather collar against her creamy skin. Then I held up the key.

"Slave," I said, my voice serious. "This key is mine, just as you are mine when you wear my collar. When I put this on you and close the lock, wherever we are, you must obey me immediately and fully. No hesitation, no complaints. If you do hesitate or complain or fail to comply, I must punish you. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "Yes, Master."

She examined herself in the mirror. The collar was shiny and thick, with soft grey felt to cushion the hard black leather. 

"You look delicious, slave,” I said. “I want to eat you. In fact, I think I will eat you before we go. But first, I'm going to dress you."

I slipped the black leather corset dress out of the box and Kate stepped into it. The skirt was short, barely covering the tops of her nylons. I tightened the corset with ties in the back, pulling them until the top fit more tightly, the boned bodice pushing up her breasts and squeezing them together.

"How's that feel?" I said, my dick hardening at the sight of her breasts pushed up beneath leather. I ran my fingers over the tops of her breasts spilling out over the cups.

"It's a bit tight," she said, adjusting her breasts against the leather.

"Can you breathe?"

She took in a breath. "Yes."

"Good. That's perfect. You look…" I said, eyeing her up and down. "
Delicious
." Then I reached into the box and pulled out a black lace garter belt and black fishnet stockings. "Put these on. Then I'm going to eat you."

She complied, pulling on the garter belt and then she sat on the edge of the tub and pulled on the stockings, one after the other. I knelt down and fastened each garter to the stockings. Before she could move, I forced her legs apart. She had to grip the back of the tub for support as I lifted one of her thighs over my shoulder.

She wedged the other foot against the wall, and when I kissed her, she almost jumped.

"Oh, God, Master, I don't know if this is a wise position…"

"Don't argue with me, slave. Tell me if you feel like you could lose your grip."

"Yes, Master," she said, closing her eyes as I began licking her naked pussy all over, my fingers spreading her open.

"I'm going to be very fast, Master," she said, her voice quivery. "I've been aroused all day."

I glanced up at her. "Good. Just remember to ask permission to come."

She nodded, gasping when I slipped a finger inside of her.

"Nice and wet," I said, then started licking her again, agonizingly slowly, before covering her with my mouth and sucking her inside. It didn't take long after I slipped several fingers inside of her and she was ready to come, her breathing rapid and her thighs shaking.

"Master, I'm ready…"

"You're what?"

"I'm going to…"

I stopped my motions, wanting her to work harder for her pleasure. "I'm not sure if you deserve it. I think I want to hear you beg."

"Please, Master. May I come now?"

I hesitated, making her wait. "I'll think about it."

Then, because I wanted to work her up several times so that she was really excited for our night at the fet party, I began licking her again, fucking her slowly with two fingers. Soon, she was gasping again, close once more.

"Master, I…"

I repeated this several times, and each time, her voice became more and more desperate, her thighs quaking and her breathing fast. The next time she asked if she could come, I pulled away.

"I don't think so. I think I'll leave you in need. Aroused. You'll be all the more aroused by what happens at the party."

She groaned in protest when I withdrew my fingers. I leaned over her, holding her in my arms and kissing her deeply.

We stood up, but her legs were shaky and I had to practically hold her up. I stroked my fingers through her hair.

"You'll be so ready later," I said, taking her hand and stroking it across my erection. "And so will I. Perhaps some of your inhibitions will be overcome."

I was hard as rock, my body ready, but I wanted to wait until the party, and perhaps, if she was loosened up enough, some almost-public sex, but I’d have to play it by ear. I didn’t want to do anything to scare her away. I left her and slipped on a crisp white linen shirt, leaving it untucked, and then my socks and boots. Finally, I pulled a black tuxedo jacket over top.

We were ready to go.

Kate was extremely excited to go to the party and asked me a dozen questions on the drive to Yonkers.

"Will we wear masks?" she asked. "Master?" she added, catching herself.

"No need for this party," I said. "These people will be more afraid of you knowing them than you should be of them knowing you. These are some of the wealthiest and most powerful players. I'm already a member of the host's inner circle, but you'll have to sign a disclaimer, agreeing to keep private anything you see at the party, and not reveal any names to anyone. If you see anyone on the street, you'll ignore them unless you're in a social situation and it demands that you acknowledge them. This is to protect the people who attend, many of whom are very powerful people and could be harmed if word got out about their involvement in BDSM."

"What if someone knows me?" she said, her voice betraying her nervousness.

I reached out and touched her lips with a finger.

"Master," she said quickly. "Who is the owner? Would I know his name?"

I shook my head. "No. Just a very powerful banker with lots of money he made himself. He doesn’t run in your father's old money circles. You might see his name on the Forbes 500 list, but not in the news. These people are very private."

"How did you meet him, Master?"

"Someone who knew him and knew me introduced us and I got an invite. After he watched me for a while, I was offered membership. Lara is a member as well. She may even be there tonight."

"Master, Lara will be mad that we're together."

I nodded. "I've smoothed things over with Lara."

"Are these all the kinky types from the one percent?"

I laughed at that but then reached over and touched her lips with a finger again. "Remember your manners, Katherine. You're being a bit lax because of excitement, but I can't be as lenient tonight as I usually am. If you disobey me in front of my very powerful and wealthy friends, I'll have to punish you."

"I'm sorry, Master. I'll do better."

"They're not all from the one percent. Some are there simply because they're good at what they do, kink-wise. Like Lara. She has several very powerful submissives, which is why she's invited. Men who run this country, but who like to be dominated in the bedroom."

We drove through a heavily wooded area in Yonkers to a mansion set high on a hill, surrounded by a security fence with remote control cameras spaced along the perimeter. A guard at the gate accepted my ID and checked my name on a list and then waved us through.

A valet opened Kate’s door and helped her out. I went to her side and took her arm, handing the valet my keys. I led her up to the front door and into a luxurious foyer decorated in rich marble and mirrors, a huge crystal chandelier suspended from a vaulted ceiling in the center of the room. I pulled an invitation out of a pocket in my overcoat and handed it to a security guard dressed in a business suit, his head shaved and a wireless earphone in his ear. The guard examined it and then checked Kate out, eyeing her up and down.

"She's new, sir?"

I nodded.

"Sir, she'll have to sign," the guard said.

“Of course.” I took Kate to a table where an old friend of mine sat presiding over the contracts. An older brunette dressed in a black corset and mini skirt, thigh-high stiletto boots, Mistress Innes was a Domme I knew through Lara.

"Master
D
," she said, making eye contact with me.

"Mistress Innes," I replied. "Good to see you again."

"You know the procedures. Your submissive will have to sign." She handed Kate a sheet of paper and a pen. "You can read it over there and sign. I'll get one of the Attendants to witness."

I led Kate to an ornate side table with a chair that had a tapestry seat. She sat and read over the document.

"Master," she whispered. "Is this legally binding?"

I nodded. "This is. It's a non-disclosure agreement. The Attendant is a notary public and can legally witness. You break the agreement's terms, you can be sued."

She signed and dated the document.

The Attendant was collared and dressed in leathers, his torso bare except for straps that crossed his chest. He wore a black leather hat and huge leather boots. Tattoos marked his chest and arms.

After he introduced himself, he turned to Kate. "You understand that you are now legally obliged to keep secret what you see here and the names and identities of those who you meet?"

She nodded. The Attendant signed in the appropriate spot and pointed to a room off the left. "You can leave your coats and overshoes in the coat check. Fetish wear is required. If you have none, you will be able to choose from what is in stock or else you'll have to leave."