The Drake Restrained Collection: Part 1 and 2 (The Drake Series Book 3) (30 page)

She nodded. "You’re the doctor."

"Doctors still get HIV."

"I trust you."

I pulled her over to the bed and sat on the edge, positioning her between my thighs. Now, her heavy breasts were there for me to enjoy and I pushed my face between them, wrapping my arms around her so I could pull her close.

I squeezed each breast, enjoying the heavy fullness, and licked each nipple, laving the puckered areola with my tongue. She breathed rapidly, groaning softly as I sucked hard on the first nipple and then the other.

Then I leaned back and held out the condom.

"Put it on."

She took the condom but seemed unsure. "I've never…"

"You've never put a condom on a man?"

"They always did it."

Another first. I enjoyed when my new sub would sheathe my cock the first time and could anticipate how it would feel inside. "Hold the top between your finger and thumb and then place it over the head. Unroll it down as far as it will go."

She did, her hands shaking as she unrolled it over my shaft. Once she was done, I stood and pushed her down on the bed, spreading her thighs wide so I could see everything.

"You're so nice and wet, Kate," I said, sliding the head of my cock over her labia and clit, stroking slowly over and over again until she groaned out loud, her body arching "Oh, you like that do you?"

I had planned on eating her first, but she seemed to enjoy what I was doing so I continued, slipping the head of my cock into her a tiny bit more with each stroke.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, since you had a cock inside of you."

She said nothing, her eyes closed, lips parted. When I pushed inside her a bit deeper, she gasped.

"You're so nice and
big
."

I withdrew and stroked her clit once more with the head of my cock, slick with her juices.

"You're so nice and
tight
."

Now I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of her tight wetness around me, my thumb stroking her clit while I slid deeper inside of her, trying to hit her sweet spot with the head. When she thrust her hips up, meeting my thrust, I opened my eyes and watched her writhing in pleasure beneath me, her mouth open, lost to the sensations. I hadn’t expected her to be so responsive to this and was very pleasantly surprised, my own lust building.

"Feels good, doesn’t it? So
sweet
…"

"I feel," she said, her eyes closing, " that feels
so
…"

She watched me, her eyes almost closed as I thrust a bit deeper, repeatedly and purposely hitting her g-spot while I circled her clit with my thumb.

"
Ohhh
," she gasped, her eyes closing, her back arching. "Oh,
God
…" I could see her grit her teeth.

"Don't come yet," I said, stopping my thrusts. I hadn’t even tasted her yet. "This is too fast.
Breathe
, Kate. Wait and it will be even better."

But she didn’t stop, thrusting her hips up, trying to find me and I could feel her body clenching around my cock.

"Oh,
baby
, you're already gone." I entered her fully and thrust as hard and fast as I could, and she shuddered, her flesh spasming around me, her nipples hard nubs beneath my fingers.

Oh, fuck, Kate….

CHAPTER SEVEN

She came
hard
.

I stopped thrusting when she finally relaxed, her back no longer arched. I enjoyed the lingering spasms of her body around my length and I touched her clit softly, eliciting little groans of pleasure when I did.

"What are you doing?" she asked as if startled.

"I like feeling you clench around me." I couldn’t help but smile in triumph as she lay before me, my cock filling her up, her body like a fine instrument that I was playing – better than I expected.

"Why are you laughing at me?" She covered her face with her hands and I realized she mistook my pleasure  for humor. I wasn’t amused. I was ecstatic. It wasn’t easy to make a woman come with just the head of your cock and your fingers. Usually, it took a while to find the right rhythm and the specific way a woman liked to be stimulated.

Kate responded perfectly to my seduction and my touch. More perfectly than I expected or was prepared for. I was so caught up in how she responded to me, I hadn’t kept on top of things, and her orgasm got away on me. I always wanted to control when and how my partners came.

It was my thing.

"Oh,
Kate
." I tried to pull her hands away from her face. "I'm not laughing at you."

I was laughing because I was in a state of fucking bliss but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

"
Don't
," she said and turned her face away.

I wouldn’t have it. She couldn’t retreat now for my cock was deep inside of her. She was going to look me straight in the eye and know I made her come
hard
with very little stimulation.

"No modesty allowed with me." I thrust once more inside of her, my thumb pressing on her still-hard clit and was rewarded with another clench of her body around my cock. "That was just so
fast
. You really needed a hard cock in you."

Then, she struggled with me, twisting and turning on the bed, turning her face away from me, her cheeks red.

Why was she so damn embarrassed? Most women would be happy to come as easily as Kate had.

My cell phone alarm beeped, and I remembered. "Oh,
fuck
. Lara…"

I had to withdraw from Kate’s delicious body, my cock still hard as rock, and get my phone.

It was Lara, right on time. I’d taken longer than I planned and forgot about the call. It was another slip in my usual firm control over things.

"Hi, it's me,” I said.

“Drake… What’s going on? You know the rules. You should have called me five minutes ago.”

“We're in the middle of things…"

“Yeah? I don’t care what you were doing. This isn’t like you. You’re usually fastidious about safety routines. Put Kate on so that I know she’s okay.”

I frowned. Why wouldn’t she be okay? I knew Lara was just following proper procedure, unlike me, but it still irked me that she could even imagine I would hurt Kate.

"Just a minute." I went to the bed and tried to hand the phone to Kate. "It's Lara. She wants to talk to you, make sure you're all right."

Kate turned on her side and pushed the phone away, not looking at me, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm fine.”

I held the phone back up to my ear. "She says she's fine."

“Not good enough, Drake. You know the rules. Put her on. I have to speak to her directly.”

I exhaled in frustration. Damn. This wasn’t like me. What did Kate do to me that I lost control over  the situation, lost track of time?

I tried to hand the phone to her once more but she fought me, covering her face with her arms. I gave up and left the bedroom so I could speak with Lara more openly. I went down the hallway to the living room and stood looking out the window at the street below.

"Lara, she's a bit
emotional
right now," I said quietly, not wanting Kate to hear.

“Why is she emotional? What happened? Drake, this isn’t like you. You’re the pro at this.”

I shook my head, surprised at it myself. "I barely even had it
in
her. Seriously, I hardly did anything. Like, two minutes…"

“You should have taken it slow. She’s obviously upset.”

"I'm not an idiot
frat boy
," I said, a bit too forcefully, pissed that Lara saw me as inept. "I
did
take it slow. Christ, She was just so ready…"

“Look, I know you really like her. Maybe too much, but you have to get things under control, Drake. Calm her down. Have her call me so I know she’s okay. I’m only letting you off because I know you really like her and want this to work out. Do it now.”

"I will.
She
will," I said. "Thanks for understanding."

When I returned to Kate’s bedroom, she was gone. I saw that the en suite bathroom door was closed, the light on. I knocked.

"Kate, let me in."

She replied, her voice sounding mortified. "Just
go
."

"Don't be like that,” I said, using my calm voice. The voice I used during surgery when I had a patient on the table who was upset. “Let me in. We have to talk."

She didn’t respond so I went inside, knowing I had to get control over the situation and fast or else things would go south. When I entered, she was standing at the sink with a washcloth covering her eyes. I put my arms around her from behind, pulling her against me, my cock still semi-hard and pressed against her lower back.

"Kate,
why
are you crying?"

"I'm not."

I turned her around and removed the washcloth, and she was lying of course. Her eyes were red, her nose red. I embraced her, pushing her head against my shoulder, holding her for a moment.

After a moment, she seemed a bit calmer, so I led her out of the bathroom and to the living room. I pulled her down on the sofa, positioning her so that she straddled my hips, my hard cock trapped between us.

She relaxed finally and laid her head on my shoulder.

"I should have been more aware of how you were doing, Kate,” I said, my voice soft. “I was just so aroused myself, too busy enjoying myself to notice, a little shocked. That was sloppy of me and won't happen again. I really didn't think anything would happen…"

"You were laughing at me."

"No,
no
," I said, shaking my head. "I wasn't laughing
at
you. I was delighted
with
you. I was ecstatic. You're so
responsive
."

I tried to catch her eyes but she was still embarrassed.

"Look at me,” I said and took her chin in my hand, turning her face toward me.

Finally, she made eye contact and when our eyes met, my cock jumped, for she was so deliciously disheveled, her hair a bit wild, her eyes wide. She looked as if she’d been well-fucked and satisfied. God, what an effect she had on me.

I inhaled shakily. "I didn't think you'd come so fast and so easily. I didn’t even get to
taste
you."

"I'm so
embarrassed
," she whispered, her eyes closing. "You barely did
anything
to me. I've never been that fast before."

"Don't be,” I said, smiling softly. “It means you can come many times in a session. You don't know how pleased that makes me." I brushed hair off her cheek.
"
Sweet submissive Kate. You really are a sub, little one. I just proved it without even trying
.
"

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't really even have my Dom hat on with you – not fully,” I said, smiling at the expression on her face, “…and you were totally responsive to me and what I was doing and saying and how I was touching you. You have no idea how that kind of response is so addictive."

It was addicting. I wanted more of it – right away.

"You didn't," she said, glancing down at my still-semi hard erection. "You
know
…"

"No, I didn't
come
," I said, stifling a laugh at her shyness. "Way too fast for me. Next time you can do me twice in payback."

She tucked her face into the crook of my neck. "Won't you get blue balls or something?"

"I'll be fine, Kate. But I did want to ask you something,” I said, trying to frame my question just right so I didn’t scare her off answering. “Do you always come during intercourse?"

"No,” she said, shaking her head solemnly. “Never with a partner."

I frowned. "What does
that
mean, with a partner?"

"Well," she said, her cheeks reddening.

"What?"

"I do with…" She paused, shrugging one shoulder, and when she spoke, her voice was barely audible. "You
know
."

"With what?” I said, still confused, trying to interpret her words. “Tell me, Kate. You can't shock me. Your fingers?"

She shook her head. "I got this gift at a bachelorette party
and
…"

Then I got it. She used a sex toy. "A dildo or a vibrator?"

"The first one."

A jolt of blood shot to my dick, which was now even more interested in this conversation. "You use a
dildo
?"

I pushed her down onto the couch, unable to hide my grin, filled with lust and mirth that threatened to spill out in laughter. And made my dick hard as rock again.

"Sweet little Ms.
Bennet
using a dildo to get off? Oh,
God
…" I dipped my mouth next to her ear and whispered. "I won't be able to sleep tonight imagining it."

When I pulled back, she had covered her eyes. "I can't believe I admitted to that!"

"Oh, you
have
to admit to things like that with
me
, Kate,” I said, absolutely totally delighted that she admitted it and that she had actually made herself come with a dildo. “I have to know these things. You
are
a little kinky after all. A dildo? How big? What color?"