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

 He had this look in his eyes, amusement and heat that sent my heart racing.

"But do you lose interest once you've conquered?" I said it without even thinking, but then, a sense of sadness went through me. "Once your adversary has surrendered, when there's nothing left to tame?"

He shook his head. "The wise general never totally destroys the spirit of the conquered. What good is a razed and barren landscape?"

I leaned my head against his chest, never really having thought about what Drake would do once he had my complete submission.

"Will you go off looking for new lands to conquer once you've subdued your current target?"

He pulled away and looked down at me, a frown on his face. "
Kate
…"

"Well, when you put it that way, it got me thinking."

He led me over to the couch in the living room and sat down, pulling me down to sit on his lap, my legs over to one side, my arms around his neck like that first night in November.

"I was just playing around."

I nodded, but my insecurities came to the surface from out of nowhere.

"Kate, you're not merely a submissive to me. I
love
you. I want to be with
you
. Not only as your Dom but as your partner. I'm old enough to know when I've found what I need to make me happy. I
have
found it. I'm not going to grow bored with you. I want you to stay who you are. I don't want a footstool. I thought you understood."

"I do, but it's every woman's insecurity."

"Shh," he said, a finger against my lips. "
You
are completely everything I want and need. You're beautiful, intelligent, warm, loving and submissive sexually underneath all the questioning and resistance. You don't have to worry."

"We hardly know each other," I said, thinking of the very brief amount of time that had passed since we met.

"I
know
you, Kate," he said, kissing my cheek. "You don't easily hide your emotions. You question everything, so I know where your mind is. I know
you
."

I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder. We were still so new to each other, having been together for barely four months since the fundraiser. Still, I knew what I wanted.

Drake
.

But suddenly, the enormity of what I was doing struck me. I had given up my semester at Columbia. I was packing up my apartment and had given it up, and I'd lose the lease at the end of January. Most of my things were either at my father's or would be in storage. I was going to Kenya with Drake, to live with him.

It was what I wanted, but a little crack of doubt crept in. I'd be alone with Drake in a foreign country, completely dependent on him. I could always leave if need be for I had my own money, but still…

"
Stop
," Drake said, tilting my chin up so that I had to look into his blue eyes. "I know what's going on in that mind of yours. This is a big commitment, but don't you feel the way I do? That this is exactly what you want and need?"

"Yes."

I tried to squash the doubt in my mind. I had to go on my own gut feelings and trust myself. My time with Drake had been only wonderful. Only pleasurable.

"Good," Drake said and kissed me tenderly. He ran the backs of his fingers along my cheek, then touched the choker, before letting his fingers drop to my cleavage. "I want us to be happy and enjoy ourselves tonight, with your father and Elaine but also as a couple. Until they arrive, we're in scene and I want your total submission to me. No questions. No more doubt."

He ran his hand along my leg, from my knee to my thigh. Then, he slipped his hand under the hem of my dress, his fingers searching out the tops of my seamed stockings to the clasps of my garter belt.

"Mmm," he said, murmuring against my throat. "Just what the doctor ordered."

I closed my eyes, smiling. "Your wish is my command."

He pressed me down on the couch, lying on top of me, his body between my now-spread thighs. Once more, he fingered my garters and the tops of my stockings as if he couldn't get enough of them. Then, he slipped them between my thighs, his fingers unerringly finding the opening to my body, his thumb on my clit, which he circled lazily. I moaned softly and couldn't help but move my hips in response, pressing into his fingers.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue finding mine, searching my mouth, sucking in my tongue. My heart raced, shocks of lust surging through me as he slipped fingers inside to test my level of arousal. He pulled back, his eyes half hooded.

"Nice and wet already," he said, his voice a whisper. "It'll be hard to last through the night with you like that."

I lay with my eyes closed, a smile on my lips. "All you have to do is talk to me and I'm ready. In fact," I added. "I only have to
think
of you."

He bent down and kissed my neck and I could feel the rise of his cheek in a smile.

"That's an awful lot of power," he said, his voice playful. "I like it, being a Dom and all." He grinned at that and then abruptly sat up, pulling his hand from between my thighs and beneath my dress. He stood and helped me up, my legs a little wobbly from the lust he'd built up with his talk and his touch and his kiss.

"So, what are your plans? Are you going to make me so aroused before dinner that I can't focus and sit there like a rag doll in front of my parents?"

"Oh, I have
so many plans
, Ms. Bennet," he said and pulled me to the closet, where he removed my coat and held it out for me. "You'll just have to be a good submissive and wait to find out." He opened his eyes wide at that, reminding me I was supposed to be in sub mode.

"I'm still learning what being a good submissive means," I said and slipped the coat on. "I'm always questioning everything."

He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "That's how I knew you and I would be so good together. You want to know, to understand. I love to teach. We're perfect together."

I smiled and leaned back against him. We were.

CHAPTER TWO

The Russian Tea Room was busy when we arrived. After we removed our coats, a hostess took us in the elevator to the fourth floor Hearth Room, which Drake had reserved for the evening, sparing no expense. As the elevator rose, Drake stood slightly behind me, his arms around me, pressing his already-hard erection against me while the hostess stood at the front of the elevator, making pleasant conversation.

When we arrived on the fourth floor, the hostess led the way to our private dining room. My skin tingled as Drake took my hand in his, running his thumb over my knuckles. The Hearth Room was all gilded chairs and white tablecloths with sparkling crystal, the walls deep maroon, the floors polished wood and covered with Persian carpets. In the center of the room stood the hearth, and on either side were tables. In one wing, a set of plush dark sofas faced each other across a coffee table.

Drake led me to the sofas where tiny buckwheat crepes called blini, caviar and vodka had been laid out on the mirrored surface. Once the hostess left, Drake pulled me down onto his lap and began to feed me blini smeared with caviar, sour cream and minced red onions.

I lay across his lap, my arm around his shoulder, and enjoyed the delicious savory taste of the caviar, the creaminess of the sour cream, the bite of the onion all wrapped together in the tiny crepe.

Drake handed me a shot glass of vodka, which I downed after he toasted us. The vodka warmed my throat and belly, and soon, I was so relaxed, I barely noticed when Drake's hand slipped once more beneath my dress to caress my thigh where the tops of my nylons met my lace garters. After we finished off another blini, my eyes closed in pleasure, Drake stood up and left me on the couch, going to the double doors and closing them, so that we were cut off from the other rooms. I stood up, adjusting my dress and turned to the washroom.

"Where do you think you're going?" he said, eyeing me with a frown.

"Just to freshen up before my parents get here."

"You look beautiful just the way you are," he said and came to my side, his gaze moving over my face. "I want you," he said, his voice hoarse. "
Now
."

He grabbed me and pulled me close, his lean hard body pressed against mine, one hand at the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair.

"
Drake
," I said, barely able to speak. "My parents are supposed to arrive…"

"Not for at least fifteen minutes. That gives me plenty of time, so relax,
Katherine,
" he said, his voice commanding. He fingered the collar around my neck, touching the diamond pendant that hung at the base of my throat. "I gave the establishment strict instructions that we aren’t to be disturbed until your parents arrive. When they do, they'll call my cell first, and won't send them up until I say."

He tilted my head up and covered my mouth with his, his lips soft in contrast to the hardness of his erection grinding into my belly. I moaned as his tongue found mine, sucking me into his mouth possessively, his kiss growing in intensity while his hands roved over my ass, squeezing a buttock, pulling me even closer.

My hands found his hair, running through it, grabbing it and pulling him down to me and that elicited a growl from him, his kiss becoming even more devouring. Heat from his body seeped into mine, warming me, making my heart pound. Every inch of my skin seemed on fire where he touched it, my throat with his lips, under the hem of my dress with his wandering hand. He inhaled deeply when he felt the top of my stockings, the clip of my garter, then the naked skin of my pussy.

"Fuck, I need you, right
now
." His voice was low and deep, animalistic, making my breath catch in my throat. He lifted my thigh and ground his hardness into me.

Then, he pushed me down on the couch so that I lay beneath him, his hips between my thighs. He kissed me deeply, pressing himself against me, grinding his hips, and his nicely thick and hard erection, into me. I gasped when he slid down my body and lifted my dress, baring my lower body before delivering a rain of kisses all over me, from my belly to my inner thighs.

"
Drake
," I said, my body stiffening. I thought that he would only slip his hand up my dress – not eat me with my dress up to my waist.

"
Shh
," he said. "Comply."

I bit my lip and closed my eyes, hoping no one blundered upstairs by mistake and found us
in flagrante delicto
. When Drake slipped his fingers into me, I gasped, my thighs trembling. When he covered me with his mouth, his tongue unerringly finding my clit, laving it with the flat of his tongue, I moaned, unable to stop from thrusting my hips against him. The combination of the sensations, the arousal from earlier, and the risk of being caught made me exquisitely sensitive. Soon, I was writhing under his mouth while he thrust his fingers inside me, sucking my clit in a way that was guaranteed to make me come fast.

Then he pulled away and when I opened my eyes, Drake's blue ones regarded me intensely. He leaned over me as I lay on the couch, his arms on either side of my head.

"I'd love to fuck you from behind right now," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Your dress hiked up over your back, your body over the back of the couch, me standing behind you, watching my cock slide inside of you, but we have only a few minutes. Instead, I think I want you to stand in position for a while so I can imagine it."

Then he lifted me up and turned me around, pulling up my dress so that my ass and legs were on display, my black sheer stockings with the seam up the back, my black lace garters and garter belt, my knees spread wide. He sat on the opposite couch and watched me for a few minutes, his chin resting on his hand, and the feel of his gaze on me, on my exposed ass and pussy, made me even more aroused if possible.

I ached to have him come up from behind and shove his cock inside of me, fuck me until I came. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, excited about later, when we went back to Drake's apartment.

He'd do it then.

I drifted on a wave of arousal for a few moments while Drake watched me, my body so ready, my breath shallow. Then Drake's cell chimed and I was startled out of my erotic reverie. I jerked back into full consciousness and tried to stand up, but Drake was right there, one hand on my back to stop me.

"Yes, you can bring them up," he said into his cell, his voice totally in control. "But give me a couple of minutes first. Show them the new ice sculpture. Introduce them to the chef."

He ended the call and I tried to stand up straight but he stopped me once more.

"
No
." He ran his fingers down the small of my back, between my ass cheeks to my pussy, his fingers teasing the entrance to my body, his thumb stroking over my aching clit.

"
Drake…
"

"The more you resist, the longer I'll take."