The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9 (5 page)

CHAPTER FOUR

She didn’t say a word, and kept turning page after page. I came to her side and looked over her shoulder, wondering what she thought of the pictures. They were artistic images taken by a friend who was a professional photographer.

In one photo that was taken from the side of the bed, I straddled Leah, one of my subs from a few years back. A blindfold covered her eyes and her hands and feet were tied to the bed frame. She sucked my cock while I leaned against the wall, my hands spread wide.

The photos depicted several of my former subs. I’d had the photos taken as a gift for them and provided each with their own personal album. None of them revealed my identity.

She closed the book when she came to a photo of me fucking Nikki, one of my wilder subs, who had sleeve tattoos and several piercings, my cock up her ass. I knew anal was a sore point with Kate. She was afraid of it. I put the vodka down on the table and turned her to face me, taking her chin in my hand, forcing her to look in my eyes.

"Are you OK?" I said, my voice soft. "That's quite…
personal
."

"They're beautiful," she said, her voice cracking a bit. "The pictures are gorgeous and erotic at the same time. I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have opened it. I feel like a voyeur."

I smiled. "I wanted them beautiful rather than pornographic. To me, D/s is an art. Photographs should convey that."

"Do you use them to, you know," she said, shrugging one shoulder. "Get off when you don't have a partner?"

"No," I said, and smiled. "I mean, I
have
before. I'm not going to lie. But they're meant more as a tribute to my former submissives. I don't want to have any photos out there that directly identify me. I gave them all copies of their photographs in a special book."

I handed her one of the shot glasses. She sniffed it, probably wanting to see if it was Anisovaya.

"You've hardly done anything with me, have you?" she said and glanced up at me.

I shook my head. "Don't want to go too fast with you. Besides," I said and held up my glass to her. "All this messy love stuff got in the way."

She smiled at me, giving me a look.

"Drink up," I said.

She did, shooting back the vodka when I did. When I finished swallowing, I leaned down and kissed her, wanting to taste the vodka on her tongue, sucking hers into my mouth. When I pulled back, I brushed a lock of hair from her cheek.

"What's going on in that mind of yours?” I asked because I wanted to get her talking so I could see how she responded. If she liked them, I’d get pictures of us together one day. “You must feel something about those pictures."

She turned back to the images and considered.

"Why does bondage excite you?" She examined one in which Leah was suspended off the ground, bound, gagged, blindfolded.

"Bondage puts a sub in a certain headspace. Unable to move or escape, she's also unable to resist. It's liberating,” I said, examining the photograph. “She can't help but feel what I make her feel. She can respond even more than normal to what I do because she has no other choice. Her body is mine. Her
mind
is mine. She's no longer responsible and as a result, she can feel everything without guilt."

Kate nodded, but said nothing else. I took her empty shot glass and placed it on the table beside the photo album. I took the album and led her over to the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling her down onto my lap. I opened the album to the first page.

"Tell me what you feel when you see these."

She inhaled and examined that first one. "They're very artistic. Did you set them up yourself or did you have a professional photographer do them?"

"A professional photographer who specializes in BDSM."

"Were the poses your ideas or his?"

"Mine." My chin rested on her shoulder as she sat on my lap. Kate turned a few more pages. "What do those make you
feel
?" I said once more, wanting her to open up.

She hesitated. "Jealous." She flipped the page. "Envy. Aroused."

I nodded. "What arouses you the most?"

She said nothing while she flipped through the photos, back and forth, and came to rest on one of Leah on her back, blindfolded, gagged, her hands bound, her feet bound. She wore nylons and a leather corset, her breasts spilling out over the top. I knelt between her knees, naked, splitting her labia with my cock.

She pointed to it. "This."

I leaned closer and examined it. "Interesting…"

"Why do you say that?"

"It's the most submissive," I said. "She's the most helpless. Unable to move at all, unable to see, or speak. Trusting me completely. Totally under my control."

Kate examined the photograph for a moment before flipping the page.

"What else do you like?" I said, squeezing her, slipping my hand beneath her sweater to cup a breast.

She stopped at one of Leah on her knees before me. I was dressed in black leather pants. One hand was on her head, her long hair caught up in my fist. She had my cock in her mouth, her lips taut around the head.

 "This one."

"I like that one, too. Why do you like it?"

"It reminds me of your letter,” Kate said thoughtfully. “She's on her knees, her hands tied behind her back. Blindfolded. You're controlling her, guiding her by pulling her hair."

She flipped to another one that featured me performing anal sex and seemed to linger over it.

"Do you like that one?" I said, my voice soft.

"I'm ambivalent about it," she said.

"Do you want to try these positions and acts?"

"The other ones, yes. This one?” she said, pointing to the anal. “Maybe some day. When I'm ready."

I closed the book and put it on the bed beside us. I turned her to face me so that she was straddling my hips, her hands resting on my shoulders. I wanted to remind her of that first night and how she wanted me to take the lead. How it excited her, despite being fearful. She fiddled with my tie, tightened and loosened it again, and tried to avoid looking me in the eyes.

"What?" I said, tipping up her chin so that she had to look in my eyes. "What are you thinking?"

She shook her head, shrugged one shoulder, and I knew she was embarrassed. Finally, she exhaled and leaned in close to me, her lips beside my ear.

"I want you to put your book away," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I pulled back, searching her face, until finally, our eyes met. Her cheeks were red.

"You don't need to be jealous,” I said, amused. “I didn't love them."

"I know," she said. "But they mattered to you."

"I only want to be with you." I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. How could she doubt how I felt for her? I couldn’t stand to be apart from her. I wanted her every moment of the day. Everything else was a diversion.

"I don't want reminders of all the other submissives you've had,” she said. “I don't want you looking at those photos."

I watched her, wondering what I could do to make her feel more secure. I reached down and touched her bottom lip. "Do you want us to make some photographs like those?"

"Yes."

"We will. Once we've explored more. I'm sorry that I've never done the whole scene with you. It seemed like I was always waiting for you at 8
^th
Avenue instead of the other way around. And you always seemed to throw me off my game with your seductive ways…"

She smiled innocently. "What do you mean?"

"You have a way of disrupting my train of thought, Ms. Bennet. My plans all crumble when that happens. I
planned
on giving you exactly what you read about in my letters, but I failed."

"I know,” she said, smiling. “I felt very cheated. Like false advertising…" She pouted. For a moment, I took her seriously but then I laughed when I realized she was teasing me.

"I better get it together."

She nodded, smiling at me. "I'd like that. Finally get what I paid for."

I grinned. "One of these nights, we could meet at 8
^th
Avenue. You have a key. I'd want you to wait for me," I said, running a finger across the tops of her breasts, making her shiver. "Naked except for your stockings and garters and a blindfold. I want you kneeling on a pillow by the bed, your lips parted. I want you nice and wet for me, waiting."

"When?"

"
Shh
," I said, holding a finger to her lips. "That's for me to decide. I'll text you and let you know."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her neck, my lips trailing down her throat to the swell of her breasts. I had to teach her to just submit, and stop asking when and what and how. It was hard for her – like she said, she’d been independent for quite a awhile, and as much as submission appealed to her, she fought it out of fear of what it meant about her. If I let her, she’d keep peppering me with questions and hoping for reassurances. I had to take control and not let her question my decisions and plans.

The best way to silence her was to take over and kiss her, arouse her, stop her talking. So I kissed her, my kiss soft, my fingers in her hair. Her mouth was so inviting, her lips soft and lush and parted willingly when I explored her with my tongue, finding hers, the touch of hers on mine making my cock jump.

I unbuttoned her sweater and ran my tongue along the top of one breast. She shivered, her skin all gooseflesh. I couldn’t get enough of her breasts, and rolled down the fabric of one cup, squeezing it, my thumb and finger tweaking the nipple to a hard point. She inhaled when I covered it with my mouth and sucked, my tongue soft against the hard nub. She groaned, and that sound made me even harder.

I had enough of her clothed and so I pushed her down on the bed and began to undress her, impatient to have her naked beneath me, struggling with her buttons before pulling the sweater off over her head. I pulled down the other cup and sucked on her nipple, and she gasped when I drew my teeth over the hard nub.

I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to titillate her with the idea that a tiny bit of pain followed by pleasure could heighten the experience. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, pulling them off her hips slowly. Underneath was a matching pair of cream lace bikini panties.

"What are you going to do?" she said.

"
Katherine
," I replied, frowning for effect. "No questions."

She grimaced. "Sorry. But when we started all this, Lara picked you because you love to teach. I was supposed to be a student…"

"School's out." I kissed her again, silencing her with my mouth, one hand squeezing a breast while the other cradled her head.

I ran my hands over her body, my fingers grazing her erect nipples, my palms sliding over her belly. I slipped one hand under her ass, pulling her up on the bed and I lay on top of her, grinding my erection hungrily against her groin. She whimpered, and thrust her hips up to meet me.

I kissed her again and traced a line from her throat to her shoulder and down to one breast, circling her nipple, before moving lower over her belly. I spread her thighs and slipped my fingers between her folds to the entrance to her body. She groaned and writhed under my touch and her responsiveness aroused me even more. I slid two fingers inside of her body and received a gasp in reward, her body trembling.

I left a trail of kisses and licks on her belly and lower until I was between her spread thighs, her body open to me completely. I kept her like that, enjoying the sight of her pussy spread out for me to see, keeping her open with a hand on each of her knees.

 I left the bed and went to my closet and my bondage cupboard, which I had locked. I removed a key from a shelf and opened the lock. Inside the cabinet, I sorted through a selection of leather ties, straps, some thin nylon rope, several dildos and butt plugs and several long spreader bars.

I selected several leather cuffs, some longer straps, a small butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and returned, my hands behind my back.

"Lie with your head at the top of the bed. Close your eyes, Katherine."

She said nothing in reply, closing her eyes, biting her lip.

"Don't be nervous,” I said firmly. “Nothing I do will hurt."

She nodded and took in a deep breath, moving further up on the bed, lying with her hands over her head close to the headboard and her eyes closed.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. First, I tied a soft cloth blindfold around her head, covering her eyes. I knew she’d be too curious to keep her eyes shut, especially when I used the butt plug, so I had to use the blindfold. It would heighten her anticipation, and focus her so that she paid attention to her body and what she was feeling instead of what things looked like. Next, I attached leather cuffs to each of her wrists before fastening them to the headboard. She pulled on them and was able to move an inch or two, no more.

I left the bed and went to the fridge, wanting to use some ice to introduce her to different sensations, the burn of ice something that would help her get over her fear of new experiences. I returned with a glass of ice and as I sat on the bed, I took an ice cube and pressed it against the skin of her neck. She gasped as I trailed the ice cube from the base of her throat below her collarbone, down between her breasts, circling each one, her skin all goose bumps. I held the ice against one nipple and then the other, each one tightening to hard points. The chill from the ice would be intense, almost bordering on pain. I held it on her nipple as long as I could and covered it with my mouth, my tongue circling it, stimulating it further.

She writhed beneath me as I repeated this on the other nipple, the alternating sensation of cold and warm would intensify her pleasure.

"Oh,
God
," she groaned. I squeezed her breasts together and pulled each nipple with my teeth, softly, just enough pressure to border on pain. When I sucked them, one after the other, she gasped and arched her back, pressing up against my mouth so I knew she was enjoying the sensations.