Unrestrained: Book 3 of the Unrestrained Series

by Lund, S. E.

  "You're so nice and smooth," he whispered once I was naked. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. I said nothing, smiling to myself, unhinged from the warmth of his lips on my skin as he kissed my shoulder and neck. I sighed as he lifted my thigh and slid his erection between my legs, rubbing it against me. He knew what to do to prepare me.

  "I found something," he said and whispered in my ear.

  "What?"

  "You'll see," he said and kissed me. "Katherine."

  He left the bed and then returned a few moments later with a black handkerchief and cuffs in his hands.

  "Lie across the bed, and close your eyes." I complied, barely able to keep a smile off my face.

  Then he took the black handkerchief and used it to blindfold me.

  As usual, when I was blindfolded, I felt my body relax, even as my arousal increased. There was nothing I could do to stop what would happen next, other than to use a safe word, which I didn’t ever want to have to use. Then, he restrained my hands with the cuffs as he fastened them to the side of the bed.

  He spread my legs wide and played with my clit, his thumb moving over it slowly, teasing me, building up the sensations. He slid his cock against me and I groaned when the tip pressed against my opening, wanting him to fill me up. When he entered me, I knew it wouldn’t take any time before I'd come and so I turned myself over to his expert hands, his nice thick cock sliding in and out of me, his fingers on my clit supplying even more stimulation. I moaned when he pulled out of me, wanting the stimulation to continue.

  He paused for a moment and then I felt something cool drizzle over me.

  "Lie still," he said and stroked me with something – I wasn't sure what it was at first but then I recognized the feel of it. Big.

  I gasped. "When did you get it?"

  "Katherine…" he said, stopping his movements.

  "Sorry, Sir," I said, making a face.

  "I went to our storage container. Now, no more questions."

  Drake had promised to get it inside of me and that I would come when he did. I bit my lip, a tiny bit of fear in me at the thought.

  "Don't be afraid," he said, his voice deep and warm. "Relax."

  I tried, taking in a deep breath. He stroked Big over me, focusing on my clit. Then he slipped his cock inside of me, the two sensations enough to overcome my reluctance. He built me back up almost to the point of orgasm, and then stopped his motions, denying me. I moaned when he stopped thrusting.

  "You want it, Katherine?"

  "Yes," I said, my body almost vibrating with need. "Please."

  "Please, what?"

  "Please, Sir."

  He slipped himself out of me, his thumb on my clit and then pressed Big to the entrance of my body, which ached, needing something to fill it. As I expected, Big was too big, but Drake didn’t force it inside. Instead, he merely continued to alternate, as he entered me with this cock, slipped out and then pressed the tip of Big to my swollen flesh. After he did this several times, Drake had me so worked up that I thought I'd faint from desire, and that's when he did push Big inside me a bit farther. I panted, for Big was still too big, but I was gone at that point and Drake pushed it deeper, farther than it had ever been before, and when he stroked my clit, white hot pleasure surged through me, my body shuddering as I came hard, my orgasm tearing through me, making me cry out in shock.

  "That’s what I want to hear," Drake said, his voice pleased. Then, he withdrew Big from my body, entering me again, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust hard and fast until his own release. He collapsed on top of me, his hands covering mine, his face beside mine, lips at my ear. We lay like that for a few moments, both of us breathing hard. Finally, he rose up and unfastened the cuffs holding my wrists above my head and removed the blindfold. Then he lay on top of me, his lips next to my ear.

  "Told you."

  I could hear the triumph in his voice. On my part, I was still too busy recovering to respond, but I couldn’t hold back my smile.

  He rolled off me and lay beside me on the bed, a finger tweaking my nipple.

  "You came really hard." His voice sounded so pleased.

  "I did," I said, smiling as he cupped my breast. "I've been denied for quite a while."

  "Not denied," he said, his voice a bit wounded. "Kate, I've been busy…"

  I turned to him and cupped his face with my hands. "I didn't mean it that way. I was kidding."

  "No you weren't," he said and shook his head. "I feel like I'm neglecting you, and that's the last thing in this world I want to do, Kate. Even when I'm at work and busy, you creep into my thoughts and I think of your enticing smile, your green eyes, your incredible breasts, the way you moan when you come… Don't feel like I'm not thinking of you, wanting you, wishing I could be with you. I am."

  "I know," I said. "I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I think of you, too. Probably more than you think of me, because you're so busy. But soon, I'll be busy and I won't miss you as much."

  "I don't want that," he said. "I want you panting with unmet desire for me when I come home." Then he grinned a little and kissed me.

  "When we go back to Manhattan, will you be as busy as you are here?"

  Drake sighed and pulled me closer. "I'll probably play with the band a few times a week, but I won't be as busy with surgery. At NYP I only do the really specialized surgeries so my load is a lot lighter. I do more here because Michael needs someone to help with the cases he gets in from areas where there are few neurosurgeons. I probably will teach a class a year though. You know that I love to teach."

  I nodded and remembered how he was teaching even while he did surgery that time I watched him operate on the man with Parkinson's. I thought of how he liked to explain everything to me when it came to BDSM. He was a teacher.

  We lay in silence for a while and I felt bad that I'd ruined the mood by mentioning that I felt deprived. He kissed my shoulder and leaned over me.

  "Let's have a shower. I don’t know about you but I'm exhausted."

  I smiled and followed him to the bathroom. After a quick shower during which he washed me tenderly, we went to bed, lying together naked, our limbs entwined. Soon, he was asleep beside me, his breathing deep and slow. I tried to shut off my brain but couldn't, thinking back over the evening and the chance meeting with Sam at the restaurant. It was a long time before I relaxed enough to fall asleep.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  The weekend went too fast and then the next week was the same as the first. Drake was gone at the crack of dawn and stayed at the hospital until late evening. I spent my time working on my art and when I needed a break, I contacted the local chapter of Doctors Without Borders to offer my services in case they needed anyone to write for their newsletter or in the office.

  I spoke with the office manager, a woman named Jirani, offering my services as a writer or working in the office. She agreed to send me the newsletter so I could see the kind of articles published and decide if there was anything from my time in Mangaize that I wanted to rework for publication. She also agreed to provide me with the meeting schedule so I could attend and report on anything that was newsworthy.

  I was pleased, and eager to put my journalism skills to work. The next meeting wasn't for a month, so I would spend my time going over past issues and working on a piece for the next edition.

  Work on my series of paintings of Drake progressed during the day when Drake was away at the hospital with Michael. I worked on one piece of Drake in the huge claw foot tub, his skin luminous in the morning light, beads of water on his skin, his black hair wet, his eyelashes clumped and dark against his clear blue eyes.

  As for Drake, he contacted me frequently, sending little texts throughout the day to let me know what he was doing and how things were going.

  So tired, and was hoping to come home early tonight, but we have some critically ill pediatric patients flown in from a war zone who need surgery and so I'm staying late with Michael again. I love you. Don't wai
t up.

  We finished morning rounds. It's a great hospital but I wish I had my surgical suite in NYP here. Will have to call Dave Mills and get him to release capital funds to renovate.

  Taking a short break after a long delicate surgery on a very sick child. I think I might do a sub-specialty in pediatric neurosurgery. Would mean another year training but after Liam's illness, I realized I really feel happiest when I'm working on children.

  Great OR staff – all the brightest and best students work here after they graduate. A group of really professional nurses have been working in the OR for years. They're showing me how it's done. Reminding me in no uncertain terms who really runs this operating theater…

  UGH. Hospital cafeteria food is the same all over the world. Consistently tasteless and flavorless. How is that possible? I thought in Kenya they'd have more flavorful food but I guess Americans have been here teaching the cooks. They must go to the same conventions… I can't wait for us to move into our place and cook fresh food…

  Speaking of eating, I am very much missing eating my favorite dish… YOU.

  GOD I miss you, Ms. Bennet…

  Don't hate me, but I have to stay late again tonight… I'll make it up to you this weekend. After I sleep for 14 hours straight!

  On Friday night, he and Michael took the evening off as usual. We went to the restaurant in the hotel, turning down dinner with Michael and Claire because Drake wanted to spend his time with me. I wore something Drake picked out for me – a black leather dress with a zipper up the front, that he made me unzip a bit so he could enjoy my cleavage. I wore my black lace garter belt and black hose with the seam, a pair of simple black leather pumps, and my black diamond 'collar'.

  "Wear your hair up," he said as we dressed. "I want to see your collar whenever I feel like it. I feel so deprived, I need to remind myself that you really are all mine. But I have a special surprise for you tonight."

  I smiled and styled my hair in an up do, leaving long tendrils, which I curled so that they fell softly around my face and down my neck.

  "You look beautiful," Drake said as he stood behind me at the mirror. "I've been so busy this week, we haven't even made love once since the weekend. I imagine you're feeling quite neglected, because I know I am."

  "You've been late every night and have been exhausted when you get home. I understand."

  "I need you all the time, Kate, but you know I don't like quickies. I'd rather save it up for a very sensual, very long, slow scene when we have time."

  We turned back to the mirror as he finished brushing his hair. I looked him over. He wore his black leather pants and white linen shirt, untucked.

  "You look delicious," I said. "Entirely lickable. What's up with the leather pants?"

  "Lickable, Ms. Bennet?" he said, quirking an eyebrow. "You like them, do you?"

  I glanced at his body when he lifted the shirttail to expose the top of his pants, the thick black belt studded with metal, the happy trail leading down from his navel.

  "I like very much…" I said, and turned back to my hair. "What's the occasion?"

  He smiled and pulled on a black tuxedo jacket with satin lapels.

  "You'll see."

  After a delicious meal of French food, and a bottle of wine, Drake took my hand and led me out of the hotel and to a waiting limousine.

  "Where are we going?" I asked, as I got in the back. Drake slid in beside me, his arm around my shoulders.

  "Shh," he said. "Katherine. You'll see." He kissed the top of my head and I realized I was to immediately fall into sub-mode. We were in scene. The limo drove off, no words having been exchanged between Drake and the man, who was behind a privacy screen. Drake had this all planned out.

  After we drove for a few blocks, he reached into a pocket of his jacket and took out my first collar, the thick black leather one with metal adornments.

  "Here," he said. "Wear this above your public collar. It's appropriate where we’re going."

  "Where—'" I started, but he stopped me, a finger against my lips.

  "Patience, Katherine. Be a good girl tonight or I'll have to spank your lovely tush and this time, it won't be for pleasure." He frowned down at me, and I tried to be somber and obedient but I couldn't help but smile with excitement. Then, despite his best efforts, he broke out into a smile as well.

  "Oh, you…" he said and kissed me. "I'll never be able to control you completely, will I? Not until you're tied up and helpless…"

  "Promise?" I said, grinning despite myself. He wrapped the thicker collar around my neck and it sat above the choker so that you could see both.

  "If you were anyone but you, I'd have to punish you for daring to anticipate and even ask for anything. You know you're supposed to submit to my will, which, of course," he said with a grin, "is focused entirely on fulfilling yours." He wagged his eyebrows at me, his eyes bright.

  "I'm sorry," I said, and I meant it. I really was too excited to be in scene. I assumed we were going to a local dungeon party and my body responded already, warming at the thought of what we'd see and what we might do. "I'll be perfectly well-behaved wherever we're going."

  "Good girl," he said and kissed me. Then he turned back to the window and watched the streets pass, a smile on his face as well.

  "Where are we going?" I said, touching the thick leather of the slave collar and then the diamond of the choker. When he didn't answer, I quickly added. "I mean, what's the venue?"

  "It's a dungeon party that's held once a month in a private club. I went once when I was here before. It's a kind of public service event to help introduce kink to the curious and novices. The other dungeon parties are private, by invitation only. Very exclusive. This one is very mild. It’s mostly the leather and Goth crowd. A few of the more hardcore kinksters do demonstrations. That kind of thing. There is public sex, though."

  I smiled in anticipation, glad to see other people who were like us, although I suspected most of them would be more hardcore than we were. Still, it was exciting to go somewhere, especially a dungeon. And public sex… That always excited me. Although I might not want to do anything more hardcore, it all titillated me and I suspected I was quite a voyeur.

  "Will we," I said, unable to stop myself. "Do anything?"

  "Katherine…" he said, and this time, he wasn't smiling. "Submit."

  I sighed and turned my face away from him. "I want to be prepared," I muttered under my breath.

  "I heard that," Drake said without looking at me. Then he grabbed me and pulled me over his knee, hiking up my dress, exposing my bare buttocks. I was so shocked, I barely knew how to respond, but I held back my protest and took it – three hard smacks against my butt. They didn't really hurt, but they got my attention. I bit my lip to stop from laughing and lay in wait for Drake to decide to let me up. He stroked each cheek for a moment and then kissed each one before slipping a finger between my thighs.

  "Already wet," he whispered as if pleased. Then he pulled me up, helping me to adjust my leather dress, which had come askew. "Behave, or there's more where that came from."

  "Yes, Sir," I said, emphasizing the sir a bit too much but I couldn’t help it.

  "Good girl," he said and glanced out the window, but I could see him fight to maintain a straight face.

  We drove through the city to a warehouse in the central part of downtown, and down an alley. It was dark, with a few floodlights illuminating a door in the middle of the block. A few people stood outside and smoked, their clothing Goth-looking, leather, black lace, clothespins and safety pins adorning their ears, hair and clothes.

  The limo dropped us off and we went to the entry. Drake spoke with the doorman, who smiled and waved us in.

  "Remember to wear a mask," he said as we passed by him to enter the club. "If you don’t, you have to sign a waiver."

  Drake nodded and took my hand, leading me inside the darkened hallway that led to an open dance floor and bar, with tables and chairs. The place was crowded, and there were do
zens of people dancing, maybe one hundred people in total. All of them wore simple little black masks like the ones children wear on Halloween. Laser lights played around the room, bouncing off walls in time to the beat.

  We both took a mask from a table at the entrance and slipped them on. He adjusted mine so that it didn't ruin my hair and then we entered the cavernous room. People writhed on the dance floor to something dub step, the music infectious, making me want to dance as well. While we stood there, Drake checking out the place, I started to sway my hips a bit, closing my eyes, letting the sound move me.

  "So, Katherine," Drake said when he leaned in close, his mouth next to my ear. "You feel like dancing a bit?"

  I smiled when he wrapped his arms around me and led me over to the dance floor where we danced close together, gyrating against each other. I held my hands above my head like I was restrained as Drake held my hips, pressing himself against me, his mouth moving over my neck to my ear, which he bit softly.

  Once the song finished and segued into something a bit more hip hop, we stopped dancing.

  I stood on my tiptoes, my mouth next to his ear. He bent down a bit to accommodate me.

  "Where's the dungeon?" I whispered, impatient to see the main event.

  "Katherine," he said, a frown on his face. But then he smiled just a bit. "So impatient for the main event?"

  I bit my lip, realizing I was being a bad sub. "Sorry, Sir," I said, and shrugged, smiling back at him.

  "In the back," Drake said and took my hand. "Let's go."

  The room in the back was as big as the bar and dance floor, was painted black and inside the room were a series of black wrought-iron cages. The throb of music from the dance floor was muffled, as if the room was soundproofed. The music inside the dungeon was dark, something between dub step and plain old metal. I heard some screaming, and wasn't sure it was the music or a patron but it ended in a groan of pleasure, so it was a good scream, not bad.