The Drake Restrained Collection: Part 1 and 2 (The Drake Series Book 3) (29 page)

"It's my perfume," she said. "It's called
Mystique
."

"I wasn't referring to your perfume."

"Oh.” She tensed, her back straightening. "Maybe I…"

She was uncomfortable with the fact I could smell her arousal but I had to get her used to how I responded to her. I loved how she smelled, how warm she was, how soft. I imagined sliding my cock inside of her velvety wetness.

She tried to get up but I stopped her.

 "I
love
how you smell. Your female scent and the thought of how wet you are makes me so
hard
."

I took her hand and pressed it against my erection, sliding her fingers along its length

She closed her eyes and I felt her tremble just a bit.

Yes. That unnerved you, didn’t it, sweet Kate?

You want to know how it will feel inside of you, stretching you, filling you
completely.

A moment passed while she breathed in deeply as if trying to calm herself.

"So we just sit here like this?"

"Yes.” I stretched my arms over the back of the couch so that she felt in control. She had to be the one to push now so there’d be no doubt about her willingness for this to happen. If she was sitting on me, if she was touching me, if she kissed me, she was the one who signaled it was okay to proceed.

Of course, I was doing everything I could to arouse her and seduce her into giving over control to me.

"We can just talk. With my new subs, I always let them choose the time of our first fuck. If they want anything to happen, they have to make the move. If they want me, all they have to do is kiss me. But I warn them,” I said and caught her eye, frowning just a bit so she knew I was serious. “If they do, I take that as a sign they want to fuck me and I take over. I take control and I fuck them. If they change their mind, they have to use a safe word. If they do, it all stops right then, and I go home. So be warned. Don't kiss me unless you mean it."

I held her gaze for as long as she let me and when she tried to glance away because it was becoming too intense for her, I took her chin in my hand and stopped her.

"I can sit here like this for as long as you want and talk if that's all you want tonight. Sure, I'm hard as rock,” I said, wanting to reinforce how aroused I was, “but it will fade eventually if nothing more happens. But if you
kiss
me, I'll take it to mean you want me to fuck you. I'll take your clothes off and I'll eat you and then I'll fuck you. I'm not a frat boy, Kate. I don't like to play games."

She blushed at that and her back straightened. I hoped I hadn’t gone to far.

"I thought you
liked
playing games. Isn't that what people in the lifestyle call it? Playing?"

"
Fuck
games, Kate,” I said, my voice firm. “Not emotional games."

She tilted her head to one side, still frowning a bit, but she didn’t stand up so I knew the battle could still be won.

"Why do your subs need a safe word if the first time is just vanilla sex?"

"It's always good to have a safe word. Things get passionate. Heavy. Hard. Fast. If I overwhelm the sub and she can't handle it, I need to know. But Kate," I said and turned her face to me. "Using red as a safe word isn't a request just to slow things down a bit or to adjust things. It's a signal for a full-stop. Once they use it, it's over. So I warn my subs not to use red unless they really are unable to go on."

"What exactly do you mean by heavy? Hard?"

"
Kate
…" I smiled at her. Was she really that inexperienced? Had every man she’d been with fucked her gently? Afraid to be a bit rough with her? Passionate?

Our bodies were made to fuck. Hard.

I tried not to laugh but it took every ounce of my self-control. "Have you never had really passionate sex with a man before? A little desperate? He's pounding into you from behind, grabbing your hips, thrusting hard and fast?"

I watched her cheeks flush. They were a barometer of her emotions. Her skin was so fair she flushed very easily.

"Red is a stoplight," I said, trying my best to sound like an instructor to calm her down a bit. "You say red, everything stops."

"How do I know you won't run a red light?"

I closed my eyes and smiled. She was so afraid… "Unlike flyboy, I'm not into rape, Kate. Not even mock rape. If I do it, it's because my sub needs it and asked for it." When I opened my eyes, she was examining my face as if trying to detect if I was being truthful. "I can only get off with a woman who wants it. Who wants
me
."

"
I
want you."

There
. She admitted that she wanted me. I waited for her to lean closer and kiss me. She was
sooo
close…

Nothing.

She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t make the first move. My whole body was vibrating with lust, my cock hard as rock as I imagined how close I was to spreading her thighs and tasting her, filling her up.

I actually held my breath, waiting for the kiss. It didn’t come.

"Then
kiss
me."

She froze. "I can't."

"Oh,
Kate
…"

I pulled her down on top of me as I lay back in the couch.

"Oh,
God
.” She gasped as I pulled her hips against mine.

"
Jesus
, Kate, are you that repressed that you can't even
kiss
me?"

"You said it yourself. If I kiss you, you're going to fuck me."

"You said you want me, so just
do
it."

"Why are you making
me
?" She sounded as if she could cry. "You already kissed me
three times
tonight. Why do I have to be the one now?"

"You
have
to be the one."

"Why?"

"You have to say yes. I have to know that you want me to fuck you. That this is what you
really
want. What you really
need
. I don't want any doubt."

"Then,
yes
, for Christ's sake,
yes
," she said, her eyes wet. "I
want
you to fuck me. I
need
you to fu—"

Then I kissed her. It went against my own rules, for I had to know, without a doubt, that my sub wanted me to take control. Kate wanted me, she wanted this to happen, but she couldn’t make the move. She couldn’t bend  down to me, make her lips  kiss me.

I shouldn’t have kissed her, but dammit, if I didn’t, she never would.

But I didn’t take over just yet. I needed to feel her respond to me. I needed her to kiss me back.

Passionately
.

She ended the kiss, her brow furrowed. "I thought," she said, her voice wavering with emotion. "I thought you were going to take control after I kissed you."

I smiled at her naiveté. "Who's to say I haven't?"

"I don't understand. You said—"

Then I had enough of her stalling. "Stop talking."

I switched positions so that now, she was under me and pressed my erection into her belly. I watched her response as I trailed my fingers over her skin, the soft curve of her cheek, and over her plump bottom lip that I wanted to kiss, suck and rub my cock against. Her breasts were squeezed by her position, and almost bursting out of her dress. I traced each mound with my finger, enjoying how her skin went all gooseflesh. I squeezed one breast and found the hard peak of her nipple, squeezing it a bit harder than I should have, but I waned her to feel it.

I smiled when she gasped out loud.

Oh, yes…

She would be so delightful if she was as responsive as this all the time.

I spread her thighs with my knee a bit roughly and she didn’t object. I pulled up her dress, my hand finding her pussy, my fingers slipping down between her lips to find her clit.

She was damp and hard and she groaned when I pressed my cock against her. She closed her eyes but I wouldn’t let her escape that way. I wanted her right there with me.

"Keep your eyes open."

She did, her eyes so open and vulnerable and filled with desire. I grasped the top of her hose and started to remove them.

"From now on,” I said, making my voice as authoritative as I could, “you're only wearing garters and nylons when you're with me. No underwear."

I pulled down her panties and spread her thighs quickly, before she could close them. Moisture glistened on her flesh.

She was ready. "Oh, you’re so nice and
wet
."

Then she tried to cover herself, her hands slipping down to her groin but I kept my hands on her thighs, spreading them despite her attempts to close them.

"I should take a bath…"

"What?” I said, frowning. “
No
. Kate, you're supposed to be wet. Your scent makes me rock hard. I can't wait to taste you."

I stopped and lifted her up off the sofa, wanting to get her naked as fast as possible before she ran. I moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck from behind, running my lips over her shoulder, biting just a bit to let her know I was aroused. I slipped her dress off and now, she was naked except for her bra, which I was going to leave on for a bit longer, for I knew her breasts were going to be spectacular. I wanted to linger over them as I exposed them for the first time.

I ran my hands over her soft round hips and belly, then cupped each breast and they more then overflowed each hand.

When she leaned back against me, she sighed audibly, finally relaxing. I pulled the fabric down to expose her breasts, and was delighted when her nipples hardened in the cool air. Small, rosy nipples, I couldn’t  wait to suck each one and hear her moan out loud.

I slipped a hand down to her pussy, grazing over her mound, covered by closely trimmed pubic hair.

"Spread your legs."

It was not a request. It was a command, and she complied, exposing her lips to my searching fingers. While I stroked her clit, I licked her neck and sucked the skin beneath her ear.

I wanted her to think of  me licking her pussy.

Finally, I wanted to see her breasts full on and turned her around. She was still a bit shy despite everything and tried to cover her beautiful breasts, which were perfect, heavy, full, with small rosy nipples.

"Don't cover yourself," I said firmly. "You look so delicious, I want to lick you. I want to run my tongue over every inch of you."

I did. I wanted to eat her, suck her, lick her, make her cry out.

I admired her as she stood naked in front of me, my eyes moving over her body.

She was luscious.

Now, I wanted her to take off my clothes. "Undress me."

She reached for my shirt as if relieved to have something to do besides stand and be admired. Still, she was hesitant in the most delightful way, her hands shaking just a bit, her cheeks flushed. She took care with my cuffs and buttons, unfastening them slowly. She avoided my eyes, biting her lip when she opened my shirt to expose my bare chest. Her fingers trailed over my pecs and down my abs to my hip, sending a shiver of delight through me.

I shed my shirt, throwing it behind me, and waited for what she’d remove next, eager to see her tackle my belt and zipper. My erection strained at the fabric of my slacks when she reached for the belt buckle. I watched with some amusement and a lot of lust as she unzipped gingerly and then pulled them down. I stepped out of them so that all that was left were my boxer briefs. When she pulled them down and my cock sprung out, already wet and leaking,  her eyes widened as she realized how thick I was. She knelt down and removed my socks, one at a time, glancing up at me waiting for my next command. I imagined her sucking my cock in that position, her mouth stretched wide, her lips swollen.

"See how ready I am for you?"

She looked in my eyes, and I could see desire in them. She liked this – me taking control, telling her what to do. It aroused her. She was submissive sexually, at least, but afraid of what it meant about her.

It meant nothing except she was perfect for me.

"Touch me,” I said, wanting to feel her fingers around me. “Feel how hard I am because of you."

She did, stroking my length with her fingers, spreading the fluid over the head, eliciting a gasp from me as her thumb rubbed over the tip.

Desire built in me, my cock thickening further. "Kneel down and lick me. Taste me."

She did without hesitation, her tongue lapping at the head, then down the shaft, her eyes closed.

"Suck me."

She pulled the head into her mouth, her lips soft and wet, her tongue warm against my skin. She moved her mouth over the head, pulling off softly, then pushing back over it in a way that drove me wild. I moaned and she glanced up, our eyes meeting, her mouth full of my cock.

"That's so
good
, Kate."

I was hard and ready, but I wanted to tease her, work her up more, hear her moan while I stroked her with my cock, eat her and bring her off once before we fucked. I pulled my cock out of her mouth with reluctance, and helped her up, pulling her down the hallway to her bedroom.

"Do you have any condoms?"

She shook her head and her cheeks flushed a bright pink. "No, I haven't had sex for a long time. I wasn’t planning… "

"That's all right." I went to my coat and reached in the pocket for the condoms I brought along, just in case I succeeded in my plan to seduce her. "I honestly didn't really think we'd end up here, but I brought a couple just in case lady luck smiled down on me." I held them up. "I prefer bareback and we will once we're both tested and clear. Are you on the birth control pill?"

"Yes, I'm on the pill and I was tested a few months ago. There's been no one for a year."

I hesitated. With my established subs, I usually fucked bareback once we had both been tested and had been exclusive for a while. I knew Kate was probably clean, for she wasn’t very experienced sexually but I wanted to be safe.

"Look, Kate, I get tested regularly and I make sure all my partners are tested. I'm clean. But until we both get the all clear? We have to use these."