The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9

by S. E. Lund

  She took in a breath and held it, but I knew that deep down, this excited her.

  "Yes."

  I nodded. "I'm safe. You can try things with me that you could only fantasize about. If I do the things that scare you, you can experience them without being hurt or truly scared. Role-playing is fun, especially when I know it will push your buttons." I slid a hand between her legs. "And it’s your sweet little tasty little buttons I want to push, and eat, and suck…"

  She didn’t respond to me the way I planned, her forehead furrowed. "I'm meeting with Dawn later to try to sort things with her."

  I closed my eyes and exhaled. "Kate…" Frustration filled me that she was so intent on making amends with Dawn. "Why? You're wasting your time and hers, and probably messing things up between us." I snuggled more closely, my face inches from hers.

  "Kate, you have to make a choice between your own happiness and pleasing others. Are you going to try things that excite and fulfill you or are you going to settle with less in order to please the people who don't really matter? Whatever you want, Kate, whatever you need, I want to give to you."

  "I want you. I want you to do what you think I need, whatever that is. You've been right so far."

  I kissed her, softly. "Thank you for admitting that. Don't waste your life trying to live to please others. Do what makes you happy," I said and sighed. "Life's too short. People die."

  She nodded in agreement, but I knew this was something she would have to learn through experience.

  "Think of a scenario that arouses you. I'll do whatever it takes to make it happen the way you want, the way you fantasize."

  "What do you fantasize about?" she asked, and I knew she was avoiding answering.

  "Kate of a million questions." I shook my head and cupped her cheek, stroking her skin with a thumb. "I fantasize about you letting me fuck you any way I want, any time I want, anywhere I want and making you cry out my name in pleasure." I smiled and kissed her, my fingers threading through her hair. "Right now, I want you to stop with the questions and let me fuck you, Katherine..."

  She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I knew that she still needed a blindfold to submit fully. I kissed her deeply and insistently, taking her clothes off, spreading her thighs and rubbing my cock all over her. It took barely two minutes of thrusting, my fingers on her clit, to bring on her first orgasm.

  I smothered her cries of pleasure with a kiss.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The jam session with the guys went well, but it was a sad night for us because it would be the last one before Kate and I left for Kenya.

  Even Mrs. O came out from her office and sat in the audience, listening as she worked on her receipts for the night. The small crowd of regulars even listened with a bit more attention than usual, because Ken announced that I’d be leaving in a short while and the band would be taking on a new member while I was in Kenya.

  I felt a tinge of regret that I was leaving my life in Manhattan, and would miss Ken and the guys. I’d miss my music, although I could still practice as much as I felt like it in my time off. Of course, now I had Kate, and would have Kate full-time, so I knew my life was changing – for the better.

  I would rather have fewer hours playing with the band if it meant I had Kate with me.

  Later, when I got back to the Chelsea apartment, Kate lying on the couch in the living room with a blanket around her. I’d given her a key earlier in the week, but wasn’t expecting her. She looked happy to see me.

  I smiled at her when I came in, and after taking off my coat, I went right over and kissed her before I did anything else. I wanted her to know she was my main focus. When we were together, I pledged to myself that I would put her first, and ensure my other responsibilities took second place. I wasn’t going to lose her the way I had Maureen.

  "I'm beat," I said, flopping down on the couch beside her. "Can we just snuggle? I don't feel like doing anything."

  She moved closer to me. "Fine with me."

  "Oh," I said, remembering that she had been planning on meeting with Dawn. "What's up with Dawn? How did your meeting go?"

  "Terrible," she said and frowned.

  "What happened?" I ran my fingers over her cheek and waited. She took in a deep breath and exhaled, like she was steeling herself in order to talk about her meeting with Dawn. That woman frustrated and angered me. Most of all, I was upset that Kate was so determined to mend their relationship. However, it did show how loyal Kate was and that was not something to view lightly. My previous experience with women and loyalty was somewhat tainted.

  "I tried to explain things to her, reason with her,” Kate said, her voice sad, “but she wouldn't listen to me. So, I asked her to pretend we weren't together, but everything came back to you. I had to walk out on her and give up. She can't accept that we're together and that you're not a danger to me."

  I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I know you two have been friends for a long time. Maybe when she sees that you’re still the same person, only happier, she'll come around."

  She sighed. "I hope so."

  We spent the rest of the evening on the couch, watching an old Bogart movie on television, and eating microwave popcorn.

  I woke the next morning to snow falling outside the window. Kate snuggled closer beside me and as much as I would have loved to roll over and have sex with her, I couldn’t. I had an early meeting, so I leaned up on my elbow to check the clock radio on the nightstand. I slipped quickly out of the covers and sat on the side of the bed.

  "Good morning," Kate said. She crawled up behind me and kissed my shoulder and then my neck. "I love waking up with you beside me. What are your plans for the morning?" She slipped her hands around my waist and felt my morning erection. I groaned when she took me in her hand, but I didn’t have time to properly fuck her so I moved her hand away.

  "I have a meeting," I said. "I'm late. Didn't the damn clock radio go off?" I glanced at the settings on the clock radio beside the bed. "Crap. I have to run. My appointment's in half an hour."

  Kate lay back down and said nothing but I knew she’d be disappointed.

  I started the shower, intending to have a quick wash and get ready as fast as I could. Kate followed me and pulled back the shower curtain a crack to watch. I felt her eyes on me and knew she probably would have liked to come in but it would delay me. I lathered up and began washing, trying to do so as fast as I could.

  "Can I join you?"

  I felt bad but couldn’t encourage her. "I'm in a hurry, so we can't do anything this morning."

  "That's OK," she said, and stepped back to close the curtain. "I'll wait until you're done."

  I took hold of the curtain and stopped her, catching her eyes with mine.

  "I'd love to fuck you, but I'm really in a rush," I said and shook my head. "But later, I want to watch you make yourself come for me." There. That would arouse her and excite her. She’d be wet all day in anticipation.

  “What?" She made a face.

  "Katherine," I said and furrowed my brows in a sad attempt to look stern, fighting a grin the whole time. "I enjoyed watching you fuck me so much, I want to see you get yourself off. No objections. Masturbation was part of the agreement, in case you forgot."

  She bit her lip. "I've never done it in front of anyone. I don't know if I can, you know," she said, raising a shoulder. "Relax enough."

  That excited me. I’d be the first to watch her pleasure herself to orgasm. I’d be semi-hard all day in anticipation. It wasn’t just the visual of her masturbating that aroused me. It was the thought that she’d let go of all her own inhibitions and be open enough to make herself come in front of me.

  That required complete intimacy, and that’s what I wanted. It’s what I craved.

  "I want to see you use Big, but for today, I'll let you use your own fingers," I said. I finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and dried off. Kate leaned against the doorjamb and watched while I brushed my hair. She was still
naked, her arms crossed around her waist.

  "You look entirely edible, Ms. Bennet,” I said, my eyes roving over her body. “I don't know how I'll make it through the day, thinking of what I'll get when I return tonight."

  "You're going to be gone all day?"

  "Meetings and more meetings," I said. "But when I get back, I want you freshly showered and waiting for me, naked, on the bed, your legs spread. I want you already wet, thinking of me."

  She smiled reluctantly. "If you really want to watch..."

  "I really want to watch," I said, knowing that she’d be both aroused by it and shy. "I want you looking in my eyes as you make yourself come, thinking of me watching you."

  "I'll feel like a wanton woman," she said, biting her lip as if she was trying not to grin.

  "That's exactly how I want you to feel, because there’s one inside of you if you'll let her out." I went to the bedroom closet and pulled out my clothes for the day – a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie. After I dressed and pulled on socks, I stood before her, trying my best to look stern and dominant. I wasn’t used to moving between being a normal boyfriend and a Dominant. Doing so would take some finesse.

  "I want you to perform for me on command. I want you totally focused on me, your eyes on mine. I'll be so hard, I'll have to fuck you immediately after."

  "Oh, God," she said, closing her eyes. "How will I last until tonight?"

  I stood in front of her and tilted her chin up, staring in her eyes. "You are not allowed to even touch yourself until I'm watching you, except to wash, do you understand?"

  "I love it when you're all bossy," she said, smiling.

  "Katherine, you need a spanking for that grin." I shook my head, unable to hold back a smile. "You can think of me," I said, stepping closer. "You can imagine what will happen, but don't touch yourself until I'm with you."

  She nodded. "OK," she said. "I won't."

  "Good girl." I bent down to kiss her. "I'll call you from the street and let the phone ring twice so you'll know to be ready and waiting for me. When I unlock the door, I want to find you on the bed, naked, your legs spread."

  She smiled, a flush spreading on her cheeks.

  "Do you have time to eat?" she asked and followed me to the entrance.

  I grinned. "Ms. Bennet, you know I love to eat you, but I told you I have to run…"

  She laughed. "I meant food."

  I opened the closet. "No. I'll pick something up at the cafeteria after my appointment." After I pulled on my coat and boots, I bent down and kissed her once more. "You are so delicious looking, all naked and beautiful. I hate to leave you, but think of me while I'm gone. Imagine it."

  Then, I left, pulling the door closed behind me.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  My day went quickly, despite the slate of business meetings I had at the Corporation, the Foundation and the hospital, wrapping up the small details that would allow me to hand over both my cases and business matters to others.

  I didn’t like giving up control, but I had to do it. There was no way I could keep things going at a distance, even with the conferencing software on the web. I’d have a teaching load, a surgical load – and Kate – to keep me busy in Nairobi. I had to give them all my total focus because Michael Owiti was relying on me to help him out at the college and hospital. Kate would be relying on me as a partner and lover.

  I enjoyed being responsible and in control. In truth, I knew nothing else but being in control. I’d been responsible for myself for so long that I couldn’t remember a time when I felt out of control – except when Maureen left and again when my father died. Luckily, both times I had someone to help me stand up straight and get back in control. Lara supported me when I got divorced and Ethan befriended me when my father died.

  Being out of control was something I didn’t want to experience again.

  It was late in the afternoon when I was able to stop for a moment and take a breath before heading to the hospital for a quick check on my patients recovering on the main neurosurgery ward. I sat in my office and read over my files, my mind wandering to Kate and what she’d be doing at that moment. I expected she’d be waiting in anticipation of our scene, excited and slightly dreading the prospect of masturbating in front of me. I had to insist that she do so, for I wanted there to be no boundaries between us – no sexual boundaries. I wanted to be as deep into her libido as I could get, to understand every little kink and explore every nook and cranny of her desire. Watching her touch herself, make herself aroused, would give me incredible knowledge of her sexually, in addition to making me hard as a rock.

  As I sat there imagining it, my cock thickened, a pleasant ache in my groin in anticipation of seeing her naked on the bed, her thighs spread wide, her pussy open and on display for me.

  Making her masturbate to completion in front of me was just one more step in possessing her completely.

  As per my instructions to her when I left that morning, I rang the apartment when I was on my way from the parking garage where I kept my car. I let the phone ring twice and hung up to signal her to be ready and in position. My own body responded to the thought of her lying on the bed naked, waiting for me and how delicious it would be to watch her make herself come. Doing so would break down one more wall between us. Soon, there’d be nothing left.

  I ran up the stairs, eager to get inside, and slipped the key into the lock, knowing she’d be listening for the sound of me opening the door. I entered the apartment and removed my coat and boots, then I went immediately to the bedroom to check and see if she was as I had specified. I put on my best stern taskmaster expression and stood in the doorway.

  She was there on the bed as I had directed, naked, her legs spread.

  "Good girl," I said as I strode to the side of the bed, pulling off my suit jacket, and loosening my tie. I removed it and threw it on the chair against the wall and unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt. "Let me see how wet you are, Katherine." I bent down, resting a hand on the bed between her thighs, my face close to her pussy. I examined her, making a big show of it, unable to keep from smiling as I thought of how aroused she’d be. I frowned up at her, trying hard to keep in stern taskmaster mode.

  "Did you touch yourself?"

  She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Only in the shower and to wash myself."

  I nodded, but didn’t let up the guise of Dominant inspecting his sub. "Good. I want to watch the first time you do touch yourself for pleasure."

  She moved her hand down but I shook my head. "Not yet. I want to look at you like that, all open and waiting."

  She quickly pulled back her hand and let it fall beside her head on the pillow. I removed the rest of my clothes and stood naked by the bed, my already stiff erection jutting out, the head shiny with fluid.

  "Touch yourself. Watch me the entire time. Imagine it's my tongue touching you."

  She slowly touched herself while I watched her intently, my eyes riveted to her pussy, watching every move. I dragged my eyes away to check if she was watching me as I commanded.

  "Yes," I said. "Exactly like that. Tell me what you'd be thinking if you were masturbating alone."

  She didn’t say anything, frowning a bit.

  "Tell me what you’d do if I wasn't here and I told you to masturbate and make yourself come."

  She took in a deep breath. "I'd think of your body," she said. "How nice and thick you are. How good you feel inside of me. How good your mouth feels on me, your tongue like velvet."

  "Yes?" I said, urging her on, curious about how her mind worked when she pleasured herself.

  I grasped my erection and began to slowly stroke my hand over its length while I watched her fingers on her clit. She pressed lightly on it, circling slowly at first. I glanced back up at her face and noted that she was busy staring at my cock and not my face as I demanded. She bit her lip when she realized I caught her.

  "Keep your eyes on my face, Katherine," I said.

  "Sorry, Master,"
she said, contrite.

  I knew she wanted to watch me masturbate as badly as I wanted to watch her, but I had to insist she keep her eyes on my face. I wanted that intimacy that watching my face would bring when I chose to look in her eyes. The gaze was such a powerful force to break down boundaries. Still, I enjoyed her curiosity and was aroused in turn by her eyes on my cock as I stroked my shaft and palmed the head, squeezing it to remove some more fluid to act as lubricant.

  When I caught her eye, she was unable to suppress a guilty smile.

  "Katherine," I said, trying my best to stay in role. "I want you focused on my face, my eyes. I want you to know I'm watching you. I'm seeing inside of you."

  She held my gaze for a few seconds, but I was drawn back to her fingers on her clit, and how she stroked them over herself, faster.

  "Slip two fingers inside of your pussy while you stroke your clit," I said, wanting to see her penetrate herself.

  She complied, wetting first one then two fingers, slipping them slowly inside a couple of inches.

  "Good girl," I said and the sight of her made my cock even harder. I caught her eye and nodded appreciatively. "Move your hips while you fuck yourself with your fingers. The way you do when I do it."

  She obeyed, thrusting her hips softly. Still, she couldn’t keep her eyes on mine and glanced down once more to watch me pump my fist over my cock more rapidly, while I cupped my balls with the other hand.

  She looked like she was getting close, the telltale flush spreading up her chest to her neck. "Tell me when you're going to come, Katherine. You know the rules."

  She was barely able to speak. "I'm so close…"

  "Fuck yourself with your fingers," I said, my voice shaky, so close myself. "Think of my cock inside of you, filling you up. Think of my tongue on you, stroking your clit. Think of me sucking your nipples."