The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9 (9 page)

She smiled reluctantly. "If you really
want
to watch..."

"I
really
want to watch," I said, knowing that she’d be both aroused by it and shy. "I want you looking in my eyes as you make yourself come, thinking of me watching you."

"I'll feel like a wanton woman," she said, biting her lip as if she was trying not to grin.

"That's exactly how I want you to feel, because there’s one inside of you if you'll let her out." I went to the bedroom closet and pulled out my clothes for the day – a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie. After I dressed and pulled on socks, I stood before her, trying my best to look stern and dominant. I wasn’t used to moving between being a normal boyfriend and a Dominant. Doing so would take some finesse.

"I want you to perform for me on command. I want you totally focused on me, your eyes on mine. I'll be so hard, I'll have to fuck you immediately after."

"Oh,
God
," she said, closing her eyes. "How will I last until tonight?"

I stood in front of her and tilted her chin up, staring in her eyes. "You are
not
allowed to even touch yourself until I'm watching you, except to wash, do you understand?"

"I love it when you're all bossy," she said, smiling.

"Katherine, you need a spanking for that grin." I shook my head, unable to hold back a smile. "You can think of me," I said, stepping closer. "You can
imagine
what will happen, but don't touch yourself until I'm with you."

She nodded. "OK," she said. "I won't."

"Good girl." I bent down to kiss her. "I'll call you from the street and let the phone ring twice so you'll know to be ready and waiting for me. When I unlock the door, I want to find you on the bed, naked, your legs spread."

She smiled, a flush spreading on her cheeks.

"Do you have time to eat?" she asked and followed me to the entrance.

I grinned. "Ms. Bennet, you know I
love
to eat you, but I
told
you I have to run…"

She laughed. "I meant food."

I opened the closet. "No. I'll pick something up at the cafeteria after my appointment." After I pulled on my coat and boots, I bent down and kissed her once more. "You are
so
delicious looking, all naked and beautiful. I hate to leave you, but think of me while I'm gone. Imagine it."

Then, I left, pulling the door closed behind me.

CHAPTER EIGHT

My day went quickly, despite the slate of business meetings I had at the Corporation, the Foundation and the hospital, wrapping up the small details that would allow me to hand over both my cases and business matters to others.

I didn’t like giving up control, but I had to do it. There was no way I could keep things going at a distance, even with the conferencing software on the web. I’d have a teaching load, a surgical load – and Kate – to keep me busy in Nairobi. I had to give them all my total focus because Michael Owiti was relying on me to help him out at the college and hospital. Kate would be relying on me as a partner and lover.

I enjoyed being responsible and in control. In truth, I knew nothing else but being in control. I’d been responsible for myself for so long that I couldn’t remember a time when I felt out of control – except when Maureen left and again when my father died. Luckily, both times I had someone to help me stand up straight and get back in control. Lara supported me when I got divorced and Ethan befriended me when my father died.

 Being out of control was something I didn’t want to experience again.

It was late in the afternoon when I was able to stop for a moment and take a breath before heading to the hospital for a quick check on my patients recovering on the main neurosurgery ward. I sat in my office and read over my files, my mind wandering to Kate and what she’d be doing at that moment. I expected she’d be waiting in anticipation of our scene, excited and slightly dreading the prospect of masturbating in front of me. I had to insist that she do so, for I wanted there to be no boundaries between us – no sexual boundaries. I wanted to be as deep into her libido as I could get, to understand every little kink and explore every nook and cranny of her desire. Watching her touch herself, make herself aroused, would give me incredible knowledge of her sexually, in addition to making me hard as a rock.

As I sat there imagining it, my cock thickened, a pleasant ache in my groin in anticipation of seeing her naked on the bed, her thighs spread wide, her pussy open and on display for me.

Making her masturbate to completion in front of me was just one more step in possessing her completely.

As per my instructions to her when I left that morning, I rang the apartment when I was on my way from the parking garage where I kept my car. I let the phone ring twice and hung up to signal her to be ready and in position. My own body responded to the thought of her lying on the bed naked, waiting for me and how delicious it would be to watch her make herself come. Doing so would break down one more wall between us. Soon, there’d be nothing left.

I ran up the stairs, eager to get inside, and slipped the key into the lock, knowing she’d be listening for the sound of me opening the door. I entered the apartment and removed my coat and boots, then I went immediately to the bedroom to check and see if she was as I had specified. I put on my best stern taskmaster expression and stood in the doorway.

She was there on the bed as I had directed, naked, her legs spread.

"Good
girl
," I said as I strode to the side of the bed, pulling off my suit jacket, and loosening my tie. I removed it and threw it on the chair against the wall and unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt. "Let me see how wet you are, Katherine." I bent down, resting a hand on the bed between her thighs, my face close to her pussy. I examined her, making a big show of it, unable to keep from smiling as I thought of how aroused she’d be. I frowned up at her, trying hard to keep in stern taskmaster mode.

"Did you touch yourself?"

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Only in the shower and to wash myself."

I nodded, but didn’t let up the guise of Dominant inspecting his sub. "Good. I want to watch the first time you do touch yourself for pleasure."

She moved her hand down but I shook my head. "Not yet. I want to look at you like that, all open and waiting."

She quickly pulled back her hand and let it fall beside her head on the pillow. I removed the rest of my clothes and stood naked by the bed, my already stiff erection jutting out, the head shiny with fluid.

"Touch yourself. Watch me the entire time. Imagine it's my tongue touching you."

She slowly touched herself while I watched her intently, my eyes riveted to her pussy, watching every move. I dragged my eyes away to check if she was watching me as I commanded.

"Yes," I said. "Exactly like that. Tell me what you'd be thinking if you were masturbating alone."

She didn’t say anything, frowning a bit.

"Tell me what you’d do if I wasn't here and I told you to masturbate and make yourself come."

She took in a deep breath. "I'd think of your body," she said. "How nice and thick you are. How good you feel inside of me. How good your mouth feels on me, your tongue like velvet."

"Yes?" I said, urging her on, curious about how her mind worked when she pleasured herself.

I grasped my erection and began to slowly stroke my hand over its length while I watched her fingers on her clit. She pressed lightly on it, circling slowly at first. I glanced back up at her face and noted that she was busy staring at my cock and not my face as I demanded. She bit her lip when she realized I caught her.

"Keep your eyes on my face,
Katherine
," I said.

"Sorry, Master," she said, contrite.

I knew she wanted to watch me masturbate as badly as I wanted to watch her, but I had to insist she keep her eyes on my face. I wanted that intimacy that watching my face would bring when I chose to look in her eyes. The gaze was such a powerful force to break down boundaries. Still, I enjoyed her curiosity and was aroused in turn by her eyes on my cock as I stroked my shaft and palmed the head, squeezing it to remove some more fluid to act as lubricant.

When I caught her eye, she was unable to suppress a guilty smile.

"Katherine," I said, trying my best to stay in role. "I want you focused on my face, my eyes. I want you to know I'm watching you. I'm seeing inside of you."

She held my gaze for a few seconds, but I was drawn back to her fingers on her clit, and how she stroked them over herself, faster.

"Slip two fingers inside of your pussy while you stroke your clit," I said, wanting to see her penetrate herself.

She complied, wetting first one then two fingers, slipping them slowly inside a couple of inches.

"Good girl," I said and the sight of her made my cock even harder. I caught her eye and nodded appreciatively. "Move your hips while you fuck yourself with your fingers. The way you do when I do it."

She obeyed, thrusting her hips softly. Still, she couldn’t keep her eyes on mine and glanced down once more to watch me pump my fist over my cock more rapidly, while I cupped my balls with the other hand.

She looked like she was getting close, the telltale flush spreading up her chest to her neck. "Tell me when you're going to come, Katherine. You know the rules."

She was barely able to speak. "I'm so close…"

"Fuck yourself with your fingers," I said, my voice shaky, so close myself. "Think of my cock inside of you, filling you up. Think of my tongue on you, stroking your clit. Think of me sucking your nipples."

She closed her eyes as she began to lose control.

"Open your eyes, Katherine," I said. "Look in mine."

I moved closer, kneeling on the bed, bending over to watch her fingers on her clit, the others moving more rapidly inside of her.

"I think I…" she gasped and I knew she’d come right away.

"
Come
for me, baby," I said, my voice shaky, right on the edge of my own orgasm. "Open your eyes. Look in mine."

She did, forcing them open. "Oh,
God
." she gasped, her body tensing. "
Ohhh
."

I climbed further onto the bed between her knees and leaned over her, stroking fast, and aimed my cock at her pussy.

"Take your fingers out. Spread yourself for me."

She complied, spreading her lips. Then, my orgasm started and I tensed, as my fist pumped over my cock. Finally, I ejaculated, my semen spurting out onto her labia and belly. To my delight, she spread it over herself, rubbing it into her pussy, using it as lubricant, her fingers slipping over her clit.

I collapsed over her, lying directly on top of her, my face beside hers, panting.

"Fuck, that was
good
…"

She wrapped her arms around me while I groaned into her neck. "You know how many times I jacked off thinking of you doing that? Before we got together, I was so desperate to fuck you. Just fuck you plain old vanilla."

"You didn't imagine us in scene?” she said, her voice sounding surprised. “Me all tied up and blindfolded?"

I shook my head and kissed her chin, her cheek and her forehead as I rested on my arms, my face above hers. I nestled my body between her thighs, which she wrapped around my hips.

"I wanted you any way I could get you. Vanilla, D/s, kink.
Anything
. I was like a teenager wanking while dreaming of his favorite girl,” I said, surprised at how honest I was being. “I knew you'd been alone for a year after Flyboy and I used to imagine you masturbating. Then, when I knew you wanted to experience D/s, I figured I'd better give you what you wanted. But damn, it was hard not to fuck you plain old vanilla."

"Drake
Morgan
, what kind of Dom are you?" she said playfully. "I heard all these rumors about Dr. Dangerous. Master D. Were they all just clever marketing?"

I laughed out loud at that. Yes, it did help to have bad boy rumors about me floating around. "
Very
clever." I kissed her, long and tender, my fingers threading through her hair. I felt almost overwhelmed with emotion as we lay together, our bodies entwined, and had to pull away, kissing her face, her chin, her throat.

"I couldn't stand the thought that someone else would introduce you to D/s. That someone else would be the one to bring out your submissive side and enjoy you. It
had
to be me,” I said, remembering how I felt when I saw her at the café with Lara and realized my sub was Katherine. “Once I knew you were interested, I hatched my Machiavellian plan to overwhelm you with pleasure."

"You have." She ran her fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. "I'm glad it was you."

I kissed her again, unable to get enough of her, wanting to devour her. She pulled me more tightly against her body.

"Dawn tried to warn me off you but she couldn't have known that it would draw me to you instead," she said, her voice confessional. "When I saw you at the bar and she said you were another bad boy like Kurt, controlling, trouble, I wanted you. I wanted someone like you. When you turned out to be the Dom who would teach me, you were what I was looking for. I was already gone. I had no chance."