The Drake Restrained Collection: Part 1 and 2 (The Drake Series Book 3) (31 page)

She bit her lip and turned away.

"Come on,” I said, leaning down closer. “
Tell me
!"

"I looked it up on Google," she said, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "It's flesh colored and called…” Then she giggled, her eyes lighting up. "Mr.
Big
."

I laughed out loud at that. "Well, then, I'm perfect for you!"

Kate was almost crying with laughter at that and I pulled her closer, my arms around her, my face nestled in her neck. Visions of her playing with a dildo, making herself come with it, made me even harder. But I was enjoying how free she had been, admitting to something so personal and intimate.

"So, tell me details," I said, pulling her up and positioning her so that she once more was straddling my hips. I had a thousand questions, the answers I knew would be fuel for my masturbatory fantasies. "When did you start using it? Was it before or after flyboy? How often do you use it?"

"
Drake
! I can't talk about this!" She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to turn her head away.

"Oh, yes you can,” I said and held her chin so she had to look in my eyes. “You
must
. This is like Pandora's Box. Once you mention it, you have to tell me everything. Did you use it before or after flyboy?"

"After," she said. I was pleased that she was willing to continue revealing little tidbits about her sexual history. Not only would it give me insight into what she was like sexually, it would create a degree of trust and intimacy between us so I could really take control during sex. "My friend's bachelorette party about eight months ago. We all got one. It was a Carrie
Sex in the City
party."

"And? Details. Come on."

She shrugged her shoulder. "I tried it, but it was too big. So I just kind of played with it a bit. You
know
…"

"No, I don’t know,” I said, urging her on. “You have to describe it."

"I
can't
…"

"I'll make you show me right now if you don't tell me." I gave her a mock glare.

"No way!" She shook her head. "I do just what you did. You know, just playing around a bit outside, going in a bit but not too deep at first… Eventually, I got the hang of it and I think I found my G-Spot."

"You sure
did
get the hang of it."

I pulled her against my body and took in a deep breath, kissing her neck. I wanted to assure her that what she told me was not at all shameful. It was wonderful.

"Oh, sweet Kate, don't be embarrassed about that. You don't have any idea how much men want to learn something like that about their lover."

"It's embarrassing."

"Oh, no,
baby
. There isn’t a heterosexual man alive who'd think less of you if he knew. In fact, he'd be pleased that you can come from his dick alone. That's not all that common."

"I wanted to be able to. It frustrated me that I couldn’t. I only used to be able to through oral and it felt like there was something wrong with me. So when I got
Big
, I decided to try…"

I smiled and stroked her cheek, trying to keep her talking. I wanted to mine as much of her secrets as I could so she’d feel completely at ease with me sexually. I wanted her to let me do what I wanted, when I wanted, where I wanted and how I wanted. To accomplish that, she had to trust me.

"You call it
Big
?"

"After
Big
on Sex and the City. Carrie's boyfriend. We used to joke with each other about it.
Has Big visited you lately?"
She
raised her eyebrows suggestively.
" How's Big doing? Still such an upright kinda guy? Still as reliable as ever? Never lets a girl down
. That kind of thing."

I laughed and then pulled her against me, burying my face in her neck. My arousal, my desire for her fought with this growing sense of affection for her, sympathy for her.

I wanted to fuck her so badly.

Instead, I decided that she’d had enough for one night. It was late and I had to get home and get to bed. I had surgery early and was fastidious about being in top shape for the grueling six hour procedure.

"Come," I said and pulled her back into the bedroom. I lay on the bed and pulled her on top of me, my arms stroking down her back. Nothing sexual, just affection and physical contact to calm her and take care of her after such an emotionally charged experience.

Sex with a new lover as always difficult and fraught with emotions. I had to provide Kate with aftercare so she’d feel positive about what happened.

She lifted her head and looked in my eyes. "You don't want to…"

"To what?" I said, playing deliberately dumb.

"You
know
…"

"Fuck you?" I had to bite back a laugh. "It's getting too late and I don't like to rush." I glanced at my watch. "It's almost past the witching hour." I took hold of her face and stroked her cheek. "I have to go in five. Have an early morning in the OR but I wanted to just lie here for a while with you. Make sure you're OK."

"I'm fine," she said, and she did sound good. She sounded happy – as if she had overcome some kind of hurdle or obstacle. Or fear.

I thought she was pleased that I was pleased. I kissed her softly, my dick still a bit hard, but quickly flagging.

"Are
you
OK? You're still a
bit
…"

"I'll be fine," I said, smiling at the way she avoided saying it directly. “It’s not the first time I've left a woman half-erect and won't be the last time."

"You don't want to
just
…" she said, raising her eyebrows again.

I squeezed her, delighted in her shyness. "Just have a quickie? A quick ram from behind?"

She nodded, her cheeks heating.

"I'm tempted but no," I said and rolled over on top of her, watching her as I stroked her cheek. I suspected she feared that I was going home unfulfilled sexually, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. Despite the miscalculation on my part about how close she was to her orgasm, the fact she came so easily made me ecstatic. I didn’t expect it to be so quick or easy. I actually felt a little dizzy remembering how I had to fuck her hard and fast once I recognized she was over the edge.

I couldn’t wait to eat her and feel her coming beneath my mouth and tongue.

"I don't want to use your body like that right now but next time?" I said, trying to look serious, Dom-ish, although I felt anything but at that moment. "Next time I
will
use your body for my pleasure entirely. I intend to fuck you without you coming, just a straight desperate fuck so that we're even."

She responded physically to my tone and words.

Oh, Kate... You are a sub – a reluctant one, but you truly are…

"Why not now?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Not now – not the first time. The first time is all about you. We don't have time to get you back in the mood after that laughing fit. As fast as you were, I know you won't be that fast again and I don't have time. I can wait until next time."

We remained like that for a few more minutes, a pleasant silence between us that was not at all awkward.

I sighed, not wanting to go, wishing I could call in and cancel my first surgery so I could work her up again and fuck her properly, but I had patients waiting, desperate for my expertise.

"I have to go."

I rose from the bed and went to the bathroom, removing the condom from my still-semi hard cock. I felt Kate’s eyes on me from where she stood at the bathroom door. She probably hadn’t been with a man often. I enjoyed knowing she was curious about me, my body. I took a piss, and smiled to myself when she averted her eyes.

"I have no shame, Kate, about anything to do with the body. You shouldn't either. Not with me."

After washing my hands, I went to the bedroom and dressed with her as my audience. After I draped my tie around my neck, leaving it loose, I went to her and tipped her chin up with a finger, kissing her, a kiss that surprised me with how much affection I felt for her. I felt as if we’d been through an ordeal together that ended well.

How I wished I could call in sick, arrange to have someone else take my OR time, cancel, but I couldn’t do that.

"Until next time," I said, catching her eye. "There will be a next time, I hope? You'll give me another chance?"

"Yes, please," she said, the eagerness plain in her voice.

"I look forward to it,” I said. “I'm going to edit your agreement and send you a revised copy in email tonight. I want you to read it and consider it. Sign it. I want this for real, Kate. I think we're a good match." I kissed her again. "Promise me you'll consider it."

"I will."

She gave me my coat and I pulled it on and then kissed her once more, stroking her cheek with a thumb, feeling as if I couldn’t get enough of her. I hadn’t had enough of her.

Not nearly enough.

"Call Lara now, so I know you have,” I said as I stood at the door. “She'll be waiting."

Kate retrieved her phone from her bag, dialed and then waited, her eyes meeting mine without shyness.

"Hi, Lara?" she said and smiled at me, and her smile did something to my insides. "It's Kate. I'm fine."

I nodded, pleased that she was so relaxed now, so calm. Then, as much as I hated doing it, I left her apartment.

As I walked down the stairs to the street, a feeling of euphoria built in me so that when I got out onto the sidewalk, I could have jogged all the way to the parking garage down the street.

Then I realized I would look like a fool. I had the biggest grin on my face, which no matter what I did, would not go away because
I had her
. She had given herself to me, let me take control – although I’d done a piss-poor job at maintaining it.

She wanted me.

I’d rip up that silly agreement she sent me and write up a real submission contract.

Then she’d be mine completely.

I exhaled and walked calmly back to my car.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning I woke early and worked on the boilerplate submission agreement I had started on my computer the week earlier while I drank my coffee. I wanted to put a few finishing touches on it after my night with Kate.

I was running late, so I’d have to send it later, once I finished my first surgery.

The morning went by very fast and I was in an exceptionally good mood, with great tunes over the sound system and my favorite OR team in place. Surgery went well and I was finished earlier than I anticipated, so as soon as I spoke with the patient’s family, I went to my office and looked over the agreement once more while I had my second cup of coffee.

SUBMISSION AGREEMENT 

SUBMISSION AGREEMENT BETWEEN

Drake Liam Morgan (hereinafter referred to as "Master")

AND

Katherine Marie McDermott (hereinafter referred to as "slave")

Said Submission Agreement, hereafter referred to as "the Agreement", refers to total dominance and control of Master in his sexual relationship with said slave.

1.0.0 Slave's Role

The slave agrees to submit sexually to the Master in all ways. This applies to all situations in which the Master and slave interact sexually, both in private and if applicable, in public. Failure to obey will result in punishment as the Master sees fit with the exception of the slave's veto right (section 1.0.1). Once entered into the Slavery Agreement, the slave's body belongs to the Master, to be used as He desires, within the guidelines defined herein. When they are together, the slave exists solely to please the Master and will do so to the best of her ability.

 1.0.1 Slave's Veto

The slave may refuse to comply with any command or act that is illegal or would result in permanent bodily or psychological harm to said slave, that would shed blood or involve breaking of any law.

2.0.0 Master's Role

Once He signs the Agreement, the Master takes on full responsibility for the slave's body and is given license to do with her sexually as He sees fit, under the provisions determined in the Agreement. The Master will care for the slave, arrange for her safety and well-being, as long as He owns her. The Master commits to treat the slave properly, to train her, punish her, and use her as He sees fit.

3.0.0 Punishment

The slave agrees to accept punishment the Master chooses to inflict. Failure to comply with Master's demands immediately and properly will result in discipline, until it is performed satisfactorily. Refusal to comply with Master's demands will result in punishment, to include any of the following: bare handed spanking, denial of orgasm, denial of attention.