The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9 (29 page)

CHAPTER THREE

I got in the car and drove to the only place I felt comfortable – 8
^th
Avenue. As I drove though the streets of Manhattan, I thought about the apartment. It was my old place from when I first moved to New York. It had been my father’s apartment at one time, and was filled with memories of him.

It was our place – Kate’s and my place where we first explored each other. Where I first tied her hands and she knew what it felt like to be helpless and under my complete control.

I parked and walked to the old brownstone, glad to see the dried up, brown ivy creeping up the façade. In the spring, the window boxes would be filled with flowers. When Kate and I returned from Africa, if we did go, we would move in there if I had a say in it.

I went inside and sat in the living room surrounded by my father’s boxes and furniture from his place. At that moment, I felt completely at a loss. What was the right thing to do with Kate?

I honestly didn’t know anymore.

My cell chimed. I removed it from my pocket and checked my messages.

It was from Kate.

Drake, please, come back. I can't stand this. I admitted I was wrong, and that I should have told you right away. I promise that from now on, I
will
tell you everything right away and be completely honest with you. I need you. I want only you…

I sent her a single line:

I'm staying at 8
^th
Avenue for the night.

She texted me back right away.

Please don't do this. I can't stand not having you beside me.

I responded after thinking what to write for a few moments:

I need time alone to figure this out. Don't come here.

She wouldn’t give up.

Drake, there's nothing to figure out. If you stay away now, you'll put a wall up between us.
Don't
. We might never be able to break it down and we'll become strangers. Please come back home now and let's see this through tonight. I can't imagine not being with you. I can't imagine not being able to reach out and touch you.

I closed my cell and left the apartment on 8
^th
Avenue, not wanting to be there if she came by. I needed to work things out in my mind, think it through. If she was there, I knew I’d cave and be unable to resist her.

Instead, I decided to go and meet with Ken at the pub.

I drove to the pub and entered through the rear door. The kitchen was busy as prep people in white aprons and hairnets worked to get the food ready for the evening meal. I popped into the office and saw Mrs. O sitting at her desk, poring over a ledger, her half-eye glasses perched on the end of her nose.

“Drake!” She leaned back when she saw me and let me kiss her cheek.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, warmed to see her smiling face. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by.”

“That’s nice,” she said. “It’s just me here. Ken is out picking up some supplies.”

I shrugged, sad that I missed Ken. I needed his big brother wisdom. “Tell him I was here. Nice to see you.”

“Wait,” she said and pulled out a chair beside her. “You look like you need someone to talk to. Sit down. How are you doing, Drake?”

Mrs. O was as close to a mother as I ever had. If anyone would know what to do, it would be her. I sat down beside her, my elbows resting on my knees.

“Ken told me about your son,” she said, her voice soft. “How is he?”

I recounted the round of meds I’d taken and how Liam had been prepared for the transplant.

“You are so wonderful for doing that,” she said and took my hand, squeezing it briefly.

“How could I refuse?”

“People do all the time,” she said and crossed her arms. “So, you and Kate...” She smiled at me, pleased. “When are you getting married?”

I laughed, although I felt sick inside. Mrs. O was always pushing for me to get married again.

“You two will be going to Africa soon, right? I hope that’s still going to happen.”

“I hope,” I said. “Liam is doing really well, so we’re scheduled to leave soon.”

“You should ask her to marry you before you go.”

I smiled, amused at her persistence. “We’ve only been together for five months…”

“Love doesn’t run by any schedule but its own,” she said, wagging her finger at me. “If you love her, if she’s the one, you should snap her up before someone else does. Just think how sad you’d be if she ends up marrying someone else.”

I nodded without saying anything. Of course she was right. If Kate and I broke up and I learned she had married someone else, I couldn’t imagine it.

I’d feel like a failure.

“So, why are you really here?” she asked, giving me a look that suggested she doubted my earlier excuse.

“Kate and I had a…” I said and hesitated. What did happen? “A disagreement.”

“And you want to talk about it.” She patted my hand.

“Not really,” I said. “I know what I have to do. I just wanted to go somewhere and get away from it all for a while.”

She nodded as if she understood. “She sounds like a wonderful girl from what Ken told me. You’re very lucky to have found her. Whatever the disagreement is about, keep that in mind.”

I smiled at her. “I
am
very lucky.”

Then, my cell buzzed. I removed it from my pocket and saw that it was another message from Kate.

Drake, I came to 8
^th
Avenue looking for you. I'm still here. Come to me. I don’t want to ever be apart from you. Not one night. I love you.

“Is that from her?” Mrs. O said.

“Yes.”

“You better respond,” she said. “I’m going to the kitchen for something to drink. You take your time.” Then she stood and laid a hand on my shoulder before leaving me alone in the office.

I thought about my response for a long time.

Katherine, I want you waiting for me, blindfolded, naked, kneeling on the floor by the bed. I'm going to spank you. And then I'm going to fuck you. You're going to take it without complaint.

Do you understand?

I knew what she’d write before she even sent the text and when I saw it, I was right.

I don't want you to spank me.

I replied immediately.

Of course you don't but I have to. Trust me on this, Katherine.

She replied in moment.

What if I break up with you because of it?

I texted right back.

We'll break up if I don't. I realize now that this relationship won't work unless we follow the rules we drew up and committed to when we signed the agreement. The rules are there for a reason. Both of us need them. We can't be just a vanilla couple. I can't be a vanilla boyfriend, Katherine. I might try, but I'd fail and you'd eventually be dissatisfied. I'm a Dominant and you want submission in the bedroom, even if you haven't completely accepted what that means yet. We have to follow the rules or neither of us will be happy.

If you love me – if you really love
me
– the Dominant I am inside – you'll accept this and obey just as I have to accept that you really want submission underneath your uncertainty. You need my dominance to feel free.

After a moment, she replied.

I will obey.

I exhaled in relief, glad that finally, we had come to the right place where we both needed to be. What happened next would decide whether we stayed together or broke up. Both of us could want to be together but if neither of us got what we wanted – and needed – we wouldn’t be happy and eventually, we’d start to fight over small things and then break up, resenting each other or feeling dead to each other.

Be waiting for me as I described. Be prepared to be spanked, Katherine. Then, be prepared to be fucked. I'll be there in 15.

I left the restaurant after I said goodbye to Mrs. O and went to the car, only slightly nervous about what would happen next. I had to handle Kate just right so that she would understand what the relationship meant – and what I needed. Only then would she get what she needed. Once I was outside the apartment, I called her cell and let it right twice before hanging up. That was our signal that I would be up in mere moments and that she was to be ready, waiting as I instructed. As I got out of my car and walked the short distance to the apartment on 8
^th
Avenue, I imagined her on her knees by the bed, wearing her stockings and garters and nothing else, her hands clasped behind her back so that her breasts were jutting forward, her eyes down.

My body responded, my dick thickening, a delicious thrill in my groin despite my concern that this scene must go well.

When I finally entered the apartment, I was rock-hard and ready. I shucked off my boots and coat, then went to the kitchen to get the bottle of Anisovaya, downing a quick shot to help calm my nerves. Then I went to stand in the doorway to the bedroom and I took in the vision of Katherine – her naked flesh glowing in the late afternoon light from the window, her breasts full, her nipples hard in the cool air. Then my heart sunk. Tears slipped down her cheeks from under her blindfold and I knew then she was very upset. I hoped it was regret and not from anger for if it was, it meant she was not ready and had not understood.

Normal vanilla couples could lie to each other to their hearts content – about petty attractions to others, about what they really wanted and needed from the relationship. Couples involved in kink could not. There was too much at stake. Power exchange meant responsibility – the total giving over and taking of power and responsibility to the other partner. When a sub was completely helpless, she had to trust her Dom completely. When a Dom carried out an act on her body, whether it be painful or pleasurable, he had to know that the act would fulfill her and that she was truly consenting to it, or else it was just abuse and violation.

I went to where she knelt by the bed and sighed when I saw her part her lips, her bottom lip quivering slightly. She was regretful, not angry. She understood that this would be for the best.

I picked her up, and sat down on the bed with her across my lap. She slipped her arms around my neck, waiting, open. I kissed her, my lips on her cheek, kissing below each eye, wanting to take her sadness away.

"Oh,
Katie
," I whispered. Then my emotions overwhelmed my resolve and I kissed her deeply, unable to get enough of her, needing to feel her response to me. She kissed me back, pulling her body tightly against me. I ran my hands down her naked body, to her breast, squeezing, pulling her nipple taut between my finger and thumb, my dick hard against my jeans.

I had planned to spank her in punishment, but after seeing her like that, I couldn't do it. I realized that I didn’t want to hurt her – not even in punishment. I couldn’t imagine hurting her or making her cry. I only wanted her pleasure. Instead of spanking her in punishment, I decided that I would show her a sensual spanking – one designed to give her pleasure.

So instead of spanking her hard, I spent my time arousing her, kissing her. I lay on top of her, touching her, slipping my fingers between her lips to feel her clit, stroking it slowly, sinuously. She moaned when I kissed her shoulder and then claimed her nipple, sucking firmly, teasing it with the tips of my teeth.

I moved lower, my tongue slipping down over her belly to her pussy, finding her clit, and stroking. She responded with a moan, her breath coming in quick gasps as she neared her orgasm. Instead of letting her go over, I pulled off and turned her over my knee as I had done earlier, one hand pressing down on her upper back, the other on the back of her thighs.

"Will you lay quietly and submit? Don't speak," I said. "Nod your head. If you won't submit, I'll have to confine you with my leg."

She nodded without protest.

"Good
girl
," I said and kissed her shoulder.

I ran my hand over her buttocks softly, circling each one, playing with them, outlining them before slipping between them to touch her pussy. I leaned over and kissed her back, my mouth moving lower to the small of her back. I hiked up her ass a bit more, and kissed each cheek.

I was hard as rock.

I hit her buttocks with my right hand using a light rapid touch that was not meant to hurt but was instead meant to stimulate the entire area, get blood to the surface. The pain would be no more than a light tap at first, building up to a slight sting.

When I struck the inside of each buttock, the stroke was intended to arouse, to stimulate the whole area including her pussy. It worked. Soon, she was writhing beneath my hand, groaning with pleasure.

"Spread your thighs wider," I said, for I wanted to make sure I could penetrate her with the fingers on one hand while maintaining the light slapping of her ass with the other.

She gasped when I slipped my thumb inside her, circling over the sensitive ridge of tissue an inch or so inside her body. My other fingers found her clit, and pressed against it. Then, I began slapping her ass with my left hand, continuing with the firm tapping I had begun earlier. I increased the force and maintained the slow circle of my thumb inside of her, my fingers stroking her clit.