The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9 (2 page)

Since New Year’s Eve, my life had been in complete turmoil. I never thought I wanted or needed a partner but I was wrong and it was only when I had her to myself that I felt truly happy. Not only was she submissive sexually, she was intelligent and socially aware, even if her politics were left of center. She was delicious, with a body meant for sex and a mind meant for submission.

I broke all my rules for her. Every single one. I was, perhaps, the happiest I had been in a long time in spite of it.

I saw the limo and immediately felt a surge of adrenaline, smiling at the prospect of seeing her pretty face as she stepped out of the vehicle. My cell chimed and I looked at my messages.

I’m on my way to the apartment.

I knew she’d be disappointed I was there first once more but there was no helping it.

I’m already here.

There was a pause but then she responded.

I’m outside.

I texted her back, a smile on my face as I watched her stand on the sidewalk and look up at the building.

I’m waiting for you…

When she opened the door, I was waiting for her, two glasses of Anisovaya in my hands.

"Ms.
Bennet
…"

"Dr.
Morgan
," she said, trying to be formal but failing due to her barely hidden smile. "I see you've got everything well in hand."

"Always," I said, smiling back. "I hope to have
you
well in hand all evening.” I watched as she removed her boots and stood before me, waiting for my commands. “I hope you obeyed my orders about your manner of dress."

"Do you doubt it?"

"Of course not, but you have quite a will. One I intend to tame."

"Tame?" she said, matching my mock stern tone, enjoying this little game. "What could you possibly mean by that, Doctor?"

"
Tame
," I said, handing her the glass. "To make docile, tractable, obedient. To domesticate. To harness, to
control
."

We shot back the Anisovaya, and I sighed as the liquor burned in the nicest possible way in my throat and stomach. I associated it with sexual pleasure and so enjoyed the burn.

"You like your women tame?" she said, tilting her head to one side. There was a playful look in her eyes so I knew she wasn’t offended by my choice of words.

"No," I said, taking the glass from her hands and placing them on the table by the door. "After meeting you, I realized I like them quite the opposite. I like them wild, willful, self-prepossessed. What I love is
taming
them. I love the battle of wills." I helped her off with her coat and hung it over the chair in the entry. I took her in my arms, pulling her against my body, brushing a lock of hair from her pink cheek. "I love the planning, the reconnaissance, the approach, the first engagement, the attack, the resistance, the eventual surrender."

She examined me from the corner of her eye. "But do you lose interest once you've conquered?"

That was a surprise and I frowned, wanting her to explain.

“Once your adversary has surrendered,” she said. “When there's nothing left to tame?"

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

She leaned her head against my chest. "Will you go off looking for new lands to conquer once you've subdued your current target?"

I pulled away and looked down at her, surprised she was so insecure.

"
Kate
…"

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

I led her over to the couch in the living room and sat down, pulling her down to sit on my lap, the way we sat that first night in November. I wanted to remind her that I was the Dominant and she was supposed to not think. Especially not overthink, which she had a tendency to do.

"I was just playing around."

She nodded, but I knew that wasn’t enough.

"Kate, you're not merely a submissive to me,” I said. “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 stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers, searching her face for understanding. Acceptance that I was telling her the truth. “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." Her cheeks were pink and it wasn’t the cold. She was embarrassed by her insecurity. It made my heart melt even more.

"Shh," I said, a finger against her 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," she said, still not convinced.

I knew that words weren’t enough. I had to show her. She had to feel it, but that would take time.

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

She sighed and leaned her head against my shoulder, giving in just a bit. She said nothing for a while and we sat there in each other’s embrace, the warmth of our bodies mingling. But I knew she was still doubting everything. I knew her mind was going somewhere it shouldn’t.

"
Stop
," I said, tilting her chin up so that she had to look into my 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," she said and she said it without hesitation.

"Good." I kissed her softly, my gaze moving over her face, her large green eyes, her smooth skin, her lush mouth. I stroked her cheek, and touched the choker I gave her as a Christmas present, before letting my fingers drop to her 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."

I ran my hand along her leg, from her knee to her thigh. I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress, searching out the tops of her seamed stockings to the clasps of her garter belt.

"Mmm," I said, murmuring against her throat, my cock thickening at the feel of the lace against her creamy skin. "Just what the doctor ordered."

She smiled and closed her eye. "Your wish is my command."

I pressed her down on the couch, lying between her thighs. Could there be anything better than that position? A beautiful woman beneath you, her eyes closed, her mouth open, ready, waiting for you to kiss her?

I reached down and ran my fingers over her garters and the tops of her stockings, loving the contrast between the lace and her milky thighs. My fingers found her pussy, slipping between her folds and inside her warm wetness, my cock jerking in response. Beneath me, Kate moaned and pressed her hips up, against my fingers. I kissed her deeply, searching her mouth, sucking in her tongue. I pulled back, and my eyes moved over her from her face to her breasts to her pussy, my fingers penetrating her.

"Nice and wet already," I said approvingly. "It'll be hard to last through the night with you like that."

She lay with her eyes closed. "All you have to do is talk to me and I'm ready. In fact," she added. "I only have to
think
of you."

I bent down and kissed her neck, smiling at her admission.

"That's an awful lot of power," I said playfully. "I like it, being a Dom and all." I grinned and abruptly sat up, pulling my hand from between her thighs and beneath her dress. I stood and helped her up and she was a bit unstable so I steadied her.

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

"Oh, I have
so many plans
, Ms. Bennet," I said and pulled her to the entry, where I picked up her coat and held it out. "You'll just have to be a good submissive and wait to find out." I opened my eyes wide at that, reminding her that she was supposed to be in sub mode.

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

I wrapped my arms around her 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."

She smiled and leaned back against me.

We
were
perfect for each other.

CHAPTER TWO

We took my car and drove through the early evening traffic to The Russian Tea Room, which was busy when we arrived. I took Kate’s hand, rubbing her skin with my thumb affectionately as the hostess escorted us to the fourth floor Hearth Room, which I’d reserved for the evening. In the elevator, I stood slightly behind Kate, my arms around her, pressing my already-semi hard erection against her while the hostess made pleasant conversation.

We emerged into the Hearth Room, with its ornate décor, the wallpaper dark brocade, the fixtures gilded, mirrors and glass, silver, white tablecloth and crystal glasses. I loved the place and imagined sitting in a café in St. Petersburg before the revolution, where there was lively conversation about art and music and politics.

I led Kate across the room to the sofas. Displayed on the coffee table was our blini, caviar and vodka. As soon as the hostess left, I pulled Kate down onto my lap and began to feed her blini smeared with caviar, sour cream and minced red onions.

On her part, Kate gave in completely, lying across my lap, her arm around my shoulder. She seemed to really enjoy the blini and caviar, her eyes widening with pleasure as she ate. That sent my thoughts to her face while I pleasured her, which I planned to do once we made a toast. I handed her a shot glass of vodka.

“Za vas!” I said.

She held up her glass and responded, then drank down the vodka. When she lay back in my arms one more, I slipped my hand beneath her dress to caress her thigh and her lace garters, unable to get enough of them. After we enjoyed a few more blini, I left Kate on the couch, and closed the double doors, so that we had privacy from the other rooms. Kate stood up, adjusted her dress and turned towards another door that lead to the restrooms.

"Where do you think you're going?" I said, frowning.

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

"You look beautiful just the way you are." I went to her and fixed her with my gaze. "I want you," I said, my voice hoarse. "
Now
."

I grabbed her and pulled her close, pressing her against me, one hand at the small of her back, the other tangled in her hair.

"
Drake
," she whispered. "My parents are supposed to arrive…"

"Not for at least fifteen minutes. That gives me plenty of time, so relax,
Katherine,
" I said, trying to make my voice commanding. "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."

I tilted her head up and kissed her, pressing my erection into her to let her know how she affected me. She moaned when my tongue found hers, and I sucked it into my mouth, while I squeezed her ass, pulling her even closer.

She ran her fingers through my hair, grabbing it and pulling me down to her. Heat built in me and I kissed her more deeply, my heart racing, my cock so hard and in need of her tight warm wetness. When she ground her hips against me, I growled, surprising even myself with the strength of my response. I inhaled deeply when I felt the top of her stockings, the clip of her garter, the naked skin of her pussy.

"Fuck, I need you, right
now
." I lifted her thigh and ground myself into her.

 I pushed her down on the couch so that she lay beneath me, my hips between her thighs. I kissed her deeply once again, pressing against her, grinding my hips, and my erection, into her. I slid down her body and lifted her dress, baring her lower body before kissing her all over, her belly, her inner thighs, her mound.

"
Drake
," she said, her body stiffening.

"
Shh
," I said sternly. "Comply."

She bit her lip and closed her eyes but when I slipped my fingers inside her body, she gasped, her thighs trembling. She moaned when I covered her with my mouth, unable to stop from thrusting her hips against me. Soon, as I licked her labia, and stroked her clit with my tongue, she was writhing under my mouth. I thrust two fingers inside her, sucking her clit between my lips, my tongue circling it.