The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (44 page)

"Oh, Ms.
Bennet
…" I said and exhaled loudly. "I like this view very
much
…"

"You said you'd only call me Katherine or slave,” she said, and I could hear a touch of impertinence in her voice.

"Shh," I said quickly, hiding my smile behind my hand. "A slave never corrects her Master."

She stepped out of the skirt and turned back, dropping it on the coffee table as well. Finally, she stood before me in nothing but her black lace garters and bra, sheer black nylons. She stood quietly, waiting. At that point, I believed she enjoyed the performance, her shyness gone completely.

I twirled my fingers. "Turn around, slowly. Let me see you from all angles."

She turned around slowly and I admired her curves and smooth skin.

"Lift your hair up. Hold it up as you turn."

She complied, pulling her hair up above her shoulders. She could be a model for an artist with skin and flesh like that.

"Come here and straddle me on the chair."

She stopped her turn. "Don't you want to shave me first?"

"
Slave
," I said and shook my head, my voice impatient although I enjoyed the chance to correct her. "No questioning my decisions. Besides, I'm going to send you to get waxed. It lasts longer."

She came over to the chair and straddled me, one knee on either side of my hips, her arms resting on my shoulders. I glanced down her body to her bare pussy and then up to her face.

"Your cheeks are nicely flushed, Katherine,” I said. “You're nice and wet as well. I suspect you're also nicely swollen inside. Almost ready for me."

I continued to simply examine her, taking her in, knowing that it would arouse her to be the object of my gaze. Finally, I pulled down the fabric of her bra to expose her nipples and tweaked each one to points. Then I leaned up and sucked one after the other, pulling on the areola gently with my teeth, knowing that the tiny bit of pain would arouse her, especially when I sucked immediately after. She gasped and closed her eyes. 

"Stand up."

She did, standing with a foot on either side of me on the cushion so that her groin was level with my face. Then, I reached up behind her and squeezed her ass, pulling her closer.

"Put one foot on the arm rest," I said, wanting to open her up so that I could lick her all over, slowly, biting her softly before slipping my tongue between her lips to find her very swollen clit. She trembled beneath my mouth and had to prop herself on the wall behind the wing chair while I bit and licked and sucked her. Finally, I slipped two fingers inside of her while I sucked and licked and soon, her thighs began to tremble.

"Tell me if you feel close. Remember, you can't come until I say you can."

I continued to eat her, focused on the sounds she was making, wanting to learn her signs.

"Drake, I
think
…" she said and I was almost going to stop and correct her but I didn’t need to. "I mean,
Master
…" she said quickly so I didn't stop. Instead, I increased the tempo, adding another finger, sucking her into my mouth. She groaned.

"I'm
going to
…"

Finally, her orgasm started, her body clenching around my fingers, her legs trembling. I continued to suck and lick her while her body shook.

"Oh, God, please
stop
…" she gasped.

I stopped and enjoyed the sensation of her spasms around my fingers, her flesh so warm and wet and silky. I wanted to push myself into her and fuck her until she came once more and then I would, wanting to make sure she had at least two orgasms.

Above me, Kate leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, her forehead resting on the plaster.

"Should I get down?" she asked after a moment. She tried to pull away but I stopped her with one hand, keeping the other where it was, my fingers still inside her.

"No, wait. I like to feel this."

I covered her once more with my mouth, my tongue flat against her still-hard clit. After a moment, I pulled her back down when her thighs shook too much, and guided her so she straddled my lap again. I kissed her, and the touch of her tongue on mine sent a jolt of lust through my body, my dick throbbing.

I pulled back and looked at her, at her pink cheeks, her eyes languid with fulfilled desire.

"My turn."

CHAPTER THREE

"I thought I got two for every one of yours," she said, a hint of a smile on her lips. I wanted to kiss her again, but I had to pretend to be angry so I frowned.

"That's a
very
saucy mouth you have." I touched the scar on her bottom lip. "I might have to just silence it with something."

"Not a ball gag," she said, pulling back, a look of apprehension on her face.

"That's not
quite
what I had in mind…" I grinned, wanting to lighten the mood. "And remember your manners…"

"Oh, sorry," she said and made a face. "
Master
…"

"Good girl," I said, trying my best to sound stern. "Now, on your knees."

She slid off my lap and on her knees between my spread legs, her hands on my thighs, her eyes locked on mine as she waited for my command.

"Take me out and lick me," I said and even ordering her to do that made my cock thicken.

She reached for my belt and unbuckled it and then unzipped my pants. I was commando, so my cock sprang out when she pulled the material aside. She held my shaft in both hands and began licking me, working her tongue up to the head, circling it before lapping the fluid that leaked off it.

"That's very nice, Katherine,” I said, my voice husky with desire. “Now, take me in your mouth and suck."

She did as I commanded, taking me into her mouth, sucking as she moved her lips over the head, up and down, while she stroked my shaft with her hands.

Her hair fell over her face so I pulled it back, holding it up and twisting it in my hand, wanting to see her mouth on my cock and control her movements.

"More," I said, guiding her head just a bit. "Deeper."

She let me guide her, trying hard to please me but she gagged when I pulled her down too forcefully. I let up, loosening my grip on her hair.

"That's good, Kate," I said, wanting her to know how well she was doing. "Stroke with your hands."

She did, taking me more deeply, stroking with both hands. I watched her, aroused by the view of her mouth on me, the thought that she was eagerly sucking me, the sensations washing over me almost overwhelming. My cock hardened under her lips and the warm wet motion of her tongue. Soon, I was so close I had to distract myself, breathing in deeply to stop from coming too quickly.

"Pull off,
now
," I said, needing her to stop or I’d go over. She licked the head once before glancing up at my face, waiting for my next command. “Good
girl
," I said. "You have a sweet mouth, but I want your other lips on me now."

I pulled her up and then stood before her. "Undress me."

She did, pulling the shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, dropping it onto the pile of her clothes. Finally, I was naked in front of her, my cock hard as rock and wet from her saliva.

I took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, picking her up and throwing her onto the bed so that she lay across it sideways on her back. I climbed over her, spreading her knees with my own and leaned down, kissing her, rubbing my cock over her pussy. When I pulled away, I admired her beneath me, my gaze moving down over her face and lower to her naked body, thighs splayed wide, completely open and ready.

"Are you going to tie me up?" she said, breathless, waiting. I was amused by her eagerness and knew then—finally—that she was turned on completely by the idea of bondage. Still, I had to teach her not to question me. She had to learn to let go, to accept whatever I chose for her and for us, to not anticipate.

I frowned purposely. "Kate, a proper submissive doesn't ask questions about her Dom's plans on how to top her. And she makes sure to use the proper form of
address
…"

She covered her eyes with a hand. "I'm sorry,
Master
. It's just that I'm
curious
—"

I silenced her with my mouth, kissing her in mid-sentence. Then, I pulled back, examining her, trying to determine how far to take her and how quickly.

"I don't want to move too fast with bondage so I didn't bring any gear," I said, keeping my voice soft. "It can be very arousing but also scary at first. Maybe just a bit for now. Your hands perhaps…"

I rose up and went to an armoire, sorting through my belts, testing them one after the other, but I was unhappy with them all. The leather was too thick and unyielding. She’d get abrasions from them if she tugged on them too much in the heat of the moment. Then I examined a hanger with several ties on it, selecting a black leather tie. It was supple enough that it wouldn’t chafe. I returned to the bed and held it out in front of her so she could see it. Thin and flexible, it was from my time in college. She grinned as I examined it. I caught her grin and turned to her.

"Ms. Bennet, that grin is entirely
inappropriate
to the mood I'm trying to create…"

She covered her mouth, trying to hide a huge smile. "Master, I'm sorry," she said, her voice betraying amusement. "But I was imagining you wearing it when you were a college student… So hip with your thin leather tie. I bet the co-eds were all over
you
."

"Oh, I was very
groovy
, Ms. Bennet, in my day," I said, grinning back at her, enjoying her impertinence despite my best attempts to get her to take this seriously. To bring her back into scene, I took her hands very roughly in mine and held them over her head, my grip firm, my expression as stern as I could muster given my own amusement. "You are too cute,
Katherine
,” I said as I loomed over her, “and able to distract me too well, but I want you to focus on what I'm doing here and
now
."

Her eyes widened, the smile fading on her face. I didn’t want to scare her, but I wanted her in the right headspace. She had to take this seriously if it was going to work. It couldn’t become a joke. It was serious.

"I'm sorry,
Master
," she whispered.

I stared into her eyes, trying to impart as much dominance as I could. "If your mind wanders, I'll have to bring you back with me,” I said. “I want you here, with me, mentally and emotionally, Kate. With
me
in the moment. Focused."

She nodded but said nothing and I hoped I hadn’t gone too far too soon. She was being disciplined through my show of displeasure at her attitude. I kept my eyes on hers, waiting to see her compliance. She breathed in deeply beneath me and I watched her physically relax, her body going limp.

"Good
girl
," I said. I held her hands above her head with one hand and reached down to touch her bottom lip with a finger, stroking the tiny scar there. How I’d imagined kissing her lips, licking that scar… Then I leaned down and kissed her deeply, passionately, my lust and need for her almost overwhelming. She let out a little groan when I ground myself against her pussy.

I pulled away and bound her hands together with the leather tie, the knot tight but with some space so that there was no pressure on her skin.

"Test them. Feel them. They won't get any tighter than that, no matter what you do. I've used a special knot so don't worry. They should be fine no matter how you pull on them. But if they do get tighter, tell me right away if it becomes painful in a way you can't tolerate."

She nodded and tried to pull her wrists apart. Then, I moved her on the bed so I could fasten the other end of the leather tie to one of the spindles in the headboard. There wasn't much give. She pulled at the tie to feel how secure it was. She wouldn't be able to get free if she wanted to. Truly confined now, she was here until I released her. She couldn't run away.

I saw the transformation in her. I always looked for it the first time I tied up my new subs—that moment when they realized they were at my complete mercy. It was subtle, just a change in breathing, a look in their eyes when their helplessness finally hit home. I could tell Kate panicked a bit when the reality of her bindings hit home. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she starting breathing fast. I placed my hand around her neck to check her pulse, which was elevated, and watched her intently.

"Now you understand," I said, my own arousal growing. That moment was always such a turn-on for me. It was why I was attracted to bondage and dominance. I loved having total control over my sub. I loved her surrender to me and the trust she had to place in me. "You're completely mine now, Katherine. All you can do is kick me and scream, but I can easily gag you if I want, and besides, Mr. Neumann won't hear you."

"Are you
trying
to scare me?" she said, her eyes bright.

"
No
," I said softly, "but this is serious now. You have to trust me completely to let me do this." I let that sink in for a moment. "
Do
you? If you don't, we'll stop right now."