The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9

by S. E. Lund

  THE DRAKE UNWOUND COMPLETE COLLECTION

  Copyright 2015 by S. E. LUND

  DEDICATION

  Dedicated to Suzanne, my first editor and the first writer to consider my writing seriously and offer an honest constructive critique. Without your critical eye and supportive words, I would never have seen both the potential in my work and where it needed improvement. You gave me the courage to continue writing despite difficulties in the early years. You will be missed.

  R. I. P.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thanks to my family and friends who supported me during the long hours when I would lock myself into my office with my computer jammed in my face, writing. Without your tolerance, my books would never have been written or finished, but my house would have been a lot cleaner! Thank you as well to my editor, Michelle Saunders, who makes my books better with your keen eye. Any remaining mistakes are mine alone.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Thoughts of the delightful Katherine McDermott, my new submissive and rapidly becoming my obsession, was distracting me from taking care of business.

  I sat at the Foundation, a document in my hand, and tried to concentrate. Dave Mills, my old friend and manager of the Foundation’s Africa desk, sat across from me, briefing me on the latest projects. Something about a clean water initiative that was tied to better health outcomes for mothers and babies but I couldn’t keep my mind focused on what he was saying. At one point, his lips were moving, but I honestly didn’t hear a word he said.

  My mind was occupied elsewhere, particularly on one lovely and disarmingly responsive Kate, whom I couldn’t wait to ravish once I had finished meeting with Dave.

  He said something important, for I could tell he was waiting for my response, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what he asked. I’d been tying Kate up in my mind, imagining her dressed in her black lace garter belt and fishnet hose. Her black pushup bra that made me hard just thinking of how her breasts spilled out over the top. How I’d bind her hands to the headboard, spread her thighs wide with a spreader bar, and blindfold her with a black silk scarf.

  How her generous lips would be wet and parted while she waited for my cock.

  “Drake…” Dave raised his eyebrows at me, half a grin on his face.

  “I’m sorry,” I said and blinked rapidly, trying to pull myself back into the present. “What was your question?”

  “Where are you? Or do I even have to ask? Inside the thighs of the lovely Ms. Bennet?”

  I frowned and shook my head. “I have so many loose ends to tie off before we can leave for Africa. Sorry…”

  He shrugged. “I asked you whether you wanted to fund the clean water campaign as part of the mother-baby program.”

  I remembered reading about the project. It was a worthy cause, but there were so many. How could you possibly decide? Every time I turned down one project, I felt bad for denying the people there much-needed funding.

  “Yes, by all means, if you think this fits with our new direction, go ahead and draw up the papers. I’ll sign. Was there anything else? I have plans for this afternoon.”

  “We just started…”

  “How many projects do we have to get through?” I said as I flipped through the file, disappointed that I wouldn’t be able to sneak out and enjoy Kate the way I had been imagining.

  “Twenty applications,” Dave said, shaking his head. “Drake, I told you that you couldn’t put this off any longer. Kate will just have to wait.”

  He grinned at me and finally, I sighed and resigned myself to concentrate on matters at hand.

  It was the least I could do. I was paying Dave’s salary after all…

  We talked about the projects for a solid hour, with Dave going through each one before offering his opinion.

  I really did pay attention but when I checked my watch, I realized I had to call Kate and let her know I’d be later than planned. I still had to drop by the Corporation to sign some papers. “Let me make a phone call,” I said to Dave. “This will just take a moment, if you don’t mind.”

  Dave left me alone in my office and went to the staff room. I took out my cell and pulled up Kate’s number. She answered after the second ring.

  "Hi," she said, and I could hear the pleasure in her voice. "I was just going to call you."

  "Kate, I'm sorry," I said. "Something came up and things have taken longer than expected. I'm going to have to put our meeting off until later tonight."

  "Is everything okay?"

  "Everything's fine. Just some business to wrap up before we leave."

  "My dad called and wants to take us out to dinner tonight. He said the restaurant was our choice. Do you feel like joining them for dinner? Is there somewhere you'd really like to go?"

  I considered. I really wanted to eat her for dinner, but I knew Kate was really going to find it hard to say goodbye to her father for our trip to Kenya. Dinner with Ethan and Elaine would be enjoyable and give Kate more quality time with her father now that the two of them were on better terms.

  "Of course," I said. "How about we all go to the Russian Tea Room one last time?"

  "Only if you agree that we don't sit in a booth."

  I laughed, remembering very fondly the first time I took Kate there. When Dave returned sooner than I thought he would, I kept my voice as quiet as possible. "Don't tempt me, Ms. Bennet. You've got my mind working overtime thinking of ways to enjoy you while we're in public."

  "Drake…"

  "Katherine," I said, my voice firm. "Hold on a second." I stood and thanked Dave for the meeting and told him I really had to go. He laughed good-naturedly and left my office once more, closing the door behind him.

  "Sorry," I said. "I had someone in my office."

  "Drake, we could never do anything when my father's there…" she said, although I knew the very idea of me playing with her under the table would arouse her despite her good-girl tendencies. Kate wanted to be debauched. She just wanted someone who loved her to do the debauching. Someone she could trust.

  Someone who knew what he was doing and wouldn’t go too far.

  Me, in other words.

  "Of course not,” I said. “But we could arrive a bit early…"

  She said nothing and I knew she was imagining it. Probably smiling to herself. "What time would we meet them?" I asked.

  "The usual time. Seven-thirty."

  "Tell your dad it's my treat and that I insist,” I said, using my best authoritative voice. “I'll reserve the fourth floor at the Russian Tea Room. Now, as for you, Ms. Bennet, I'll pick you up at your father's at six-forty five and we'll arrive a half hour early. Remember my rules for going out in public. I want you wearing that black dress you wore at the fundraiser and your stockings and garters. Nothing underneath. Put your hair up so I can see your collar and get at that neck of yours. You'll be so wet when we get to the restaurant, I imagine I could make you come very easily."

  "If you really want this," Kate said, her voice breathy and hesitant at the same time.

  "I really want this, Katherine. I'm getting hard thinking about slipping my fingers inside of you while we're sitting at the table. I'm going to have to do some serious meditation and deep breathing to get rid of my not so little problem before I go to my next meeting…"

  "I wish I could help you with that problem, Doctor Morgan."

  I laughed. "I do as well. You'll help me later."

  "See you and it at six-forty five," she said.

  "That's my good girl. I
love you."

  "I love you, too."

  I ended the call, imagining having Kate at my disposal. It would be hard to sit through another meeting, but I’d give it my best.

  After another hour of sitting and listening to staff brief me on the performance of my father’s company for the fourth quarter, trying to keep my focus on the matter at hand, I was able to slip out early and make my way to the 8th Avenue apartment. Kate texted me to say she was ready earlier than planned and would use her father’s limo service and meet me at the apartment. I arrived before Kate once more, kicking myself because I knew Kate wanted to be waiting for me the way I had outlined in my letters to my subs, but life, apparently, had other plans for us. I had a very quick shower, dressed in a dark suit appropriate for the night at The Russian Tea Room, and poured two glasses of Anisovaya. I waited only slightly patiently for my beautiful submissive in training to arrive. I stood at the large multi-paned window looking out over the street below and watched the traffic, searching for the limo that would bring Kate to me. The sun had already set and the streetlights caught the soft flakes of snow as they fell to the street.

  Since New Year’s Eve, my life had been in complete turmoil. I never thought I wanted or needed a partner but I was wrong and it was only when I had her to myself that I felt truly happy. Not only was she submissive sexually, she was intelligent and socially aware, even if her politics were left of center. She was delicious, with a body meant for sex and a mind meant for submission.

  I broke all my rules for her. Every single one. I was, perhaps, the happiest I had been in a long time in spite of it.

  I saw the limo and immediately felt a surge of adrenaline, smiling at the prospect of seeing her pretty face as she stepped out of the vehicle. My cell chimed and I looked at my messages.

  I’m on my way to the apartment.

  I knew she’d be disappointed I was there first once more but there was no helping it.

  I’m already here.

  There was a pause but then she responded.

  I’m outside.

  I texted her back, a smile on my face as I watched her stand on the sidewalk and look up at the building.

  I’m waiting for you…

  When she opened the door, I was waiting for her, two glasses of Anisovaya in my hands.

  "Ms. Bennet…"

  "Dr. Morgan," she said, trying to be formal but failing due to her barely hidden smile. "I see you've got everything well in hand."

  "Always," I said, smiling back. "I hope to have you well in hand all evening.” I watched as she removed her boots and stood before me, waiting for my commands. “I hope you obeyed my orders about your manner of dress."

  "Do you doubt it?"

  "Of course not, but you have quite a will. One I intend to tame."

  "Tame?" she said, matching my mock stern tone, enjoying this little game. "What could you possibly mean by that, Doctor?"

  "Tame," I said, handing her the glass. "To make docile, tractable, obedient. To domesticate. To harness, to control."

  We shot back the Anisovaya, and I sighed as the liquor burned in the nicest possible way in my throat and stomach. I associated it with sexual pleasure and so enjoyed the burn.

  "You like your women tame?" she said, tilting her head to one side. There was a playful look in her eyes so I knew she wasn’t offended by my choice of words.

  "No," I said, taking the glass from her hands and placing them on the table by the door. "After meeting you, I realized I like them quite the opposite. I like them wild, willful, self-prepossessed. What I love is taming them. I love the battle of wills." I helped her off with her coat and hung it over the chair in the entry. I took her in my arms, pulling her against my body, brushing a lock of hair from her pink cheek. "I love the planning, the reconnaissance, the approach, the first engagement, the attack, the resistance, the eventual surrender."

  She examined me from the corner of her eye. "But do you lose interest once you've conquered?"

  That was a surprise and I frowned, wanting her to explain.

  “Once your adversary has surrendered,” she said. “When there's nothing left to tame?"

  I shook my head. "The wise general never totally destroys the spirit of the conquered. What good is a razed and barren landscape?"

  She leaned her head against my chest. "Will you go off looking for new lands to conquer once you've subdued your current target?"

  I pulled away and looked down at her, surprised she was so insecure.

  "Kate…"

  "Well, when you put it that way, it got me thinking."

  I led her over to the couch in the living room and sat down, pulling her down to sit on my lap, the way we sat that first night in November. I wanted to remind her that I was the Dominant and she was supposed to not think. Especially not overthink, which she had a tendency to do.

  "I was just playing around."

  She nodded, but I knew that wasn’t enough.

  "Kate, you're not merely a submissive to me,” I said. “I love you. I want to be with you. Not only as your Dom but as your partner. I'm old enough to know when I've found what I need to make me happy. I have found it.” I stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers, searching her face for understanding. Acceptance that I was telling her the truth. “I'm not going to grow bored with you. I want you to stay who you are. I don't want a footstool. I thought you understood."

  "I do, but it's every woman's insecurity." Her cheeks were pink and it wasn’t the cold. She was embarrassed by her insecurity. It made my heart melt even more.

  "Shh," I said, a finger against her lips. "You are completely everything I want and need. You're beautiful, intelligent, warm, loving and submissive sexually underneath all the questioning and resistance. You don't have to worry."

  "We hardly know each other," she said, still not convinced.

  I knew that words weren’t enough. I had to show her. She had to feel it, but that would take time.

  "I know you, Kate," I said, kissing her cheek. "You don't easily hide your emotions. You question everything, so I know where your mind is. I know you."

  She sighed and leaned her head against my shoulder, giving in just a bit. She said nothing for a while and we sat there in each other’s embrace, the warmth of our bodies mingling. But I knew she was still doubting everything. I knew her mind was going somewhere it shouldn’t.

  "Stop," I said, tilting her chin up so that she had to look into my eyes. "I know what's going on in that mind of yours. This is a big commitment, but don't you feel the way I do? That this is exactly what you want and need?"

  "Yes," she said and she said it without hesitation.

  "Good." I kissed her softly, my gaze moving over her face, her large green eyes, her smooth skin, her lush mouth. I stroked her cheek, and touched the choker I gave her as a Christmas present, before letting my fingers drop to her cleavage. "I want us to be happy and enjoy ourselves tonight, with your father and Elaine but also as a couple. Until they arrive, we're in scene and I want your total submission to me. No questions. No more doubt."

  I ran my hand along her leg, from her knee to her thigh. I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress, searching out the tops of her seamed stockings to the clasps of her garter belt.

  "Mmm," I said, murmuring against her throat, my cock thickening at the feel of the lace against her creamy skin. "Just what the doctor ordered."

  She smiled and closed her eye. "Your wish is my command."

  I pressed her down on the couch, lying between her thighs. Could there be anything better than that position? A beautiful woman beneath you, her eyes closed, her mouth open, ready, waiting for you to kiss her?

  I reached down and ran my fingers over her garters and the tops of her stockings, loving the contrast between the lace and her milky thighs. My fingers found her pussy, slipping between her folds and inside her warm wetness, my cock jerking in response. Beneath me, Kate moaned and pressed her hips up, against my fingers. I kissed her deeply, searching h
er mouth, sucking in her tongue. I pulled back, and my eyes moved over her from her face to her breasts to her pussy, my fingers penetrating her.

  "Nice and wet already," I said approvingly. "It'll be hard to last through the night with you like that."

  She lay with her eyes closed. "All you have to do is talk to me and I'm ready. In fact," she added. "I only have to think of you."

  I bent down and kissed her neck, smiling at her admission.

  "That's an awful lot of power," I said playfully. "I like it, being a Dom and all." I grinned and abruptly sat up, pulling my hand from between her thighs and beneath her dress. I stood and helped her up and she was a bit unstable so I steadied her.

  "So, what are your plans?” she asked. “Are you going to make me so aroused before dinner that I can't focus and I sit there like a rag doll in front of my parents?"

  "Oh, I have so many plans, Ms. Bennet," I said and pulled her to the entry, where I picked up her coat and held it out. "You'll just have to be a good submissive and wait to find out." I opened my eyes wide at that, reminding her that she was supposed to be in sub mode.

  "I'm still learning what being a good submissive means," she said and slipped the coat on. "I'm always questioning everything."

  I wrapped my arms around her from behind. "That's how I knew you and I would be so good together. You want to know, to understand. I love to teach. We're perfect together."

  She smiled and leaned back against me.

  We were perfect for each other.

  CHAPTER TWO

  We took my car and drove through the early evening traffic to The Russian Tea Room, which was busy when we arrived. I took Kate’s hand, rubbing her skin with my thumb affectionately as the hostess escorted us to the fourth floor Hearth Room, which I’d reserved for the evening. In the elevator, I stood slightly behind Kate, my arms around her, pressing my already-semi hard erection against her while the hostess made pleasant conversation.