The Drake Unwound Complete Collection Book 9

by S. E. Lund

  She closed her eyes as she began to lose control.

  "Open your eyes, Katherine," I said. "Look in mine."

  I moved closer, kneeling on the bed, bending over to watch her fingers on her clit, the others moving more rapidly inside of her.

  "I think I…" she gasped and I knew she’d come right away.

  "Come for me, baby," I said, my voice shaky, right on the edge of my own orgasm. "Open your eyes. Look in mine."

  She did, forcing them open. "Oh, God." she gasped, her body tensing. "Ohhh."

  I climbed further onto the bed between her knees and leaned over her, stroking fast, and aimed my cock at her pussy.

  "Take your fingers out. Spread yourself for me."

  She complied, spreading her lips. Then, my orgasm started and I tensed, as my fist pumped over my cock. Finally, I ejaculated, my semen spurting out onto her labia and belly. To my delight, she spread it over herself, rubbing it into her pussy, using it as lubricant, her fingers slipping over her clit.

  I collapsed over her, lying directly on top of her, my face beside hers, panting.

  "Fuck, that was good…"

  She wrapped her arms around me while I groaned into her neck. "You know how many times I jacked off thinking of you doing that? Before we got together, I was so desperate to fuck you. Just fuck you plain old vanilla."

  "You didn't imagine us in scene?” she said, her voice sounding surprised. “Me all tied up and blindfolded?"

  I shook my head and kissed her chin, her cheek and her forehead as I rested on my arms, my face above hers. I nestled my body between her thighs, which she wrapped around my hips.

  "I wanted you any way I could get you. Vanilla, D/s, kink. Anything. I was like a teenager wanking while dreaming of his favorite girl,” I said, surprised at how honest I was being. “I knew you'd been alone for a year after Flyboy and I used to imagine you masturbating. Then, when I knew you wanted to experience D/s, I figured I'd better give you what you wanted. But damn, it was hard not to fuck you plain old vanilla."

  "Drake Morgan, what kind of Dom are you?" she said playfully. "I heard all these rumors about Dr. Dangerous. Master D. Were they all just clever marketing?"

  I laughed out loud at that. Yes, it did help to have bad boy rumors about me floating around. "Very clever." I kissed her, long and tender, my fingers threading through her hair. I felt almost overwhelmed with emotion as we lay together, our bodies entwined, and had to pull away, kissing her face, her chin, her throat.

  "I couldn't stand the thought that someone else would introduce you to D/s. That someone else would be the one to bring out your submissive side and enjoy you. It had to be me,” I said, remembering how I felt when I saw her at the café with Lara and realized my sub was Katherine. “Once I knew you were interested, I hatched my Machiavellian plan to overwhelm you with pleasure."

  "You have." She ran her fingers through my hair, pushing it out of my eyes. "I'm glad it was you."

  I kissed her again, unable to get enough of her, wanting to devour her. She pulled me more tightly against her body.

  "Dawn tried to warn me off you but she couldn't have known that it would draw me to you instead," she said, her voice confessional. "When I saw you at the bar and she said you were another bad boy like Kurt, controlling, trouble, I wanted you. I wanted someone like you. When you turned out to be the Dom who would teach me, you were what I was looking for. I was already gone. I had no chance."

  "Both of us were goners," I said and smiled. "I'm not letting go of you, Ms. Bennet. I hope you realize that."

  She slipped her arms more tightly around my neck and kissed me deeply, and I felt at that moment as if all the pain I’d gone through in my life had been washed away by her love.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The next morning, I woke up to Kate snuggling closer beside me. Unlike the previous morning, I had no meetings planned and so I hopped out of bed, went right to the bathroom for a shower.

  After I turned on the faucets, I peeked my head around the door and caught Kate’s eye.

  "Join me?"

  She smiled and got up, only too happy to do so.

  We showered together and if Kate wanted to have sex, she didn’t do anything to initiate it. I watched while she washed herself, and took hold of her hips when she bent down to wash her feet.

  "Ms. Bennet you look entirely edible this morning. You're giving me ideas…" I pulled her up and against me, my hands sliding up her body, cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

  "You're hungry."

  "I'm always hungry for you," I murmured against her neck. I turned her around and kissed her deeply as I lifted her off the floor. I slipped my hand between her thighs. "Mmm," I said as I kissed her neck, running my lips over her skin. "I'm getting so many ideas..."

  I quickly dried her off, but didn’t want to waste any time, pushing her back into the bedroom and onto the bed. I devoured her with my mouth and hands and eyes as she lay beneath me.

  "Spread your legs wide," I said, pulling her thighs apart. "We're going to do each other at the same time. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth, my mouth on you."

  We lay in sixty-nine position, pleasuring each other. When Kate moaned around my cock, I groaned in response, trying to keep my focus on pleasuring her. She writhed under my mouth; I writhed under hers.

  When her orgasm neared, I felt her tense. She knew she needed permission but I didn’t make her ask.

  "Come for me, baby," I said, my fingers thrusting inside of her body.

  Her body convulsed around my fingers and under my tongue, her breath coming in short gasps. I kept my mouth on her throughout her orgasm and while she recovered. I licked her still-swollen clit softly, making her shudder.

  I said nothing, waiting for her to start stimulating me and soon, she was once again stroking my shaft and sucking the head of my cock as if eager to feel and hear my release. I kept licking her, hoping to make her come again. She tried to focus on my cock, stroking it, sucking the head, taking me as deeply into her mouth but I was also unrelenting.

  "Stop," she gasped when I slipped my fingers inside her again. "I can't focus when you do that."

  "I want you to come again," I said, greedy for more.

  "I can't do both."

  "Let yourself come," I said. "Then I will. I'm so close…"

  After a few moments while I built her up once more, her second orgasm started as I sucked and stroked her clit, my fingers thrusting inside of her. She groaned with the head of my cock in her mouth and I began thrusting into her fist, trying to come as well. Soon, I felt that sweet sensation starting in my balls, the pleasure blinding me, my cock so hard as I ejaculated into her mouth. I continued to thrust into her, my whole body shuddering, my mouth on her sweet clit, my fingers deep inside of her.

  Finally, she pulled slowly off and swallowed, licked my length, her tongue playing gently with the sensitive head. I had to groan and pull away from the sensation, which almost overwhelmed me.

  "Oh, God," I said, gasping. "That was so good…"

  I crawled around and lay facing her, pulling her into my arms, one thigh thrown over her possessively. I kissed her deeply.

  "I love you, Kate," I said when I pulled away, brushing the hair from her face. "I love you."

  "I love you," she said, and crawled more closely into my arms.

  This was bliss.

  After we both recovered, we lay in each other's arms. I stroked my hands over her body affectionately, cupping her breasts, threading my fingers through hers, unable to get enough of her.

  "That was delicious. I think I'd like to do that at least once a week."

  "It wasn't too vanilla for you?" she asked, smiling at me coyly.

  "In case you didn't realize, I like vanilla ice cream, too,” I said and smiled. “Besides, my kink is control, with a bit of leather thrown in for good measure."

  "You can't let me come only once, can you?"

  "Sacrilege!" I said and laughed. "My evil plo
t is to keep you so thoroughly aroused and then satiated that you can't imagine looking at another man."

  She wrapped her arms around me. "Other men don't even exist."

  Although I would have loved to stay with her and laze away the day, I did have a meeting scheduled in about an hour and some reading to do beforehand so I rose up on my elbow and ran a finger down her body from her chest to her hip. "As much as I'd love to lie here all morning, I have work to do."

  "You're leaving?"

  "Foundation work to wrap up." I leaned down and kissed her. "I'll be home later this afternoon. I'm going to play one last game of racquetball after lunch with a colleague. We'll have a nice dinner and spend the evening together."

  "Sounds good."

  "I love you," I said and kissed her again, hating to leave her but having no choice.

  "I love you," she replied.

  My morning went quickly, and after reading over some briefing material before hand, I met with the board overseeing the Foundation and discussed plans for the coming year while I was gone. Lunch was brought in as usual and after signing some papers, I left for my club and a game of racquetball with a colleague from NYP.

  Finally done all my duties, I went back to the Chelsea apartment and found it empty. There was no message from Kate so I texted her.

  Where are you? I'm home and you're not here.

  She texted right back.

  I needed some air so I went for a walk and stopped in at 8th Avenue. I'm going to take a taxi home.

  I could just as easily pick her up so I texted back.

  Let me come by and pick you up. I'll be there in ten.

  OK. See you outside.

  I didn’t like the thought of her waiting outside on the street so I responded.

  Wait inside and I'll text you when I drive up.

  I'm a big girl, Drake. I can take care of myself…

  That made me smile. I knew she was a big girl, but I loved being able to care for her. It was my thing.

  Let me take care of you, Kate. It makes me feel all Dominant…

  I could almost see her smile.

  Yes, Sir.

  Once I arrived outside the apartment, I texted her once more.

  Ms. Bennet, your chauffeur awaits…

  She responded immediately.

  Ha ha! Should I start calling you Mr. Darcy? Or was it Heathcliff?

  There are a few voice messages on your phone and while I was here, a woman called and said you should call her before you leave. Should you come up and listen to your messages?

  I sat in silence, not responding for a moment, trying to figure out who it could have been. I didn’t give out my number to any of my subs. It had to be Maureen… That wasn’t a pleasant surprise.

  Hmm. Maybe I should pop up and check. Let me park and I'll be right up.

  I parked the car in a no-parking zone, figuring it would only take a moment to hear the message. I ran up the stairs to the apartment and entered, smiling when I saw Kate standing by the window.

  I went to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her. I wanted her to know she was the first thing I thought of. Then, I turned to the answering machine and looked at it with reluctance.

  "If you want, I can wait downstairs in the entry while you listen," Kate said softly.

  I shook my head and hit the play button to listen to the messages. After a few messages from people wishing me a successful trip, I heard Maureen’s voice asking me to call her as soon as possible before I left for Africa.

  "Maureen," I said after a moment. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair in exasperation. I did not want to talk to her and couldn’t imagine why she was contacting me after almost five years of radio silence. "I should call her, see what she wants to talk about."

  "I can leave if you need privacy…"

  I shook my head. "No, you don't have to leave."

  I dialed her number and as I waited, I stroked my fingers over Kate’s cheek, smiling to calm her fears – and mine.

  Finally, Maureen came on the line.

  "Hey," I said. "It's me. What's up?"

  Maureen sounded distracted, upset.

  “Drake, I don’t know how to tell you this, but I have a son. We have a son. I thought he was Chris’s as you can imagine. I wanted him to be Chris’s but when we had him tested, he wasn’t a match. He’s yours. I need to talk to you in person as soon as possible.”

  I felt adrenaline surge though me, making my heart pound. I turned to stare out the window, listening to Maureen as she told me about the boy. Five years old. Born eight months after we split and she moved to California with Chris. I felt a bit weak and so I sat on the edge of the couch, holding my head in my hand.

  "Why didn’t you tell me?"

  “I didn’t know until just a few days ago. There was no reason to think he was yours. I’d been seeing Chris for weeks before we split and we’d only had sex once or twice… I thought I was safe. None of that matters, Drake. I need to see you.”

  "Why?"

  “I can’t tell you but you have to come and meet me. That’s all I can say.”

  She hung up and I threw my cell across the room at the wall.

  "Let's go," I said and turned to the door, not meeting Kate’s eyes. I was too angry and shocked to know what to say to her.

  Kate followed me out of the apartment and down the stairs. I couldn’t think. I knew Maureen had a son, but I thought it was Chris’s. We’d had sex only a few times in the final month before she left. It meant she had been fucking Chris while she was still with me.

  I could barely believe Maureen never bothered to check to see if he was mine or Chris’s, giving that she was fucking us both.

  "Drake," Kate said when we arrived in the lobby. "Tell me what's wrong." I stopped in the entry, but said nothing, my mind still in a whirl over what I’d just leaned.

  "Tell me!"

  I shook my head, opening the door for her. I was so upset that when I got to the car, I dropped my keys before disengaging the locks.

  "Fuck," I growled as I bent down to pick them out of the snow, wiping them off on my coat.

  Kate got in the passenger side and I closed her door, then came around to the driver's side and got in. I sat for a moment, and stared at the console.

  "Drake, you're scaring me." Kate reached out and took my hand and squeezed. "Tell me what's wrong."

  Finally, I turned to her and exhaled heavily.

  "I have a son."

  CHAPTER TEN

  I drove through the streets, struggling to focus on the road and not on Maureen and her news. We were traveling towards Ethan’s apartment on Park Avenue.

  "Oh, Drake," Kate said, her voice a whisper. "Maureen was pregnant when you broke up?"

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  "Does she want you to meet him?"

  "She didn’t say anything more than he was mine and we needed to talk."

  Kate was silent for a moment. "I'm so sorry. You can drop me off at my father's."

  I sighed as we came to a stoplight. "I don’t know what she wants, but why else would she come back to Manhattan? You're my life, Kate." I was silent as I considered what to do. I had no idea what Maureen would want, but Kate was the most important thing in my life and I wanted her to come when I met with Maureen. "I want you with me all the time. If you're willing, I'd like you to come with me. She has to know you and I are together."

  "Do you think she wants you back?"

  I shrugged. "I have no idea what she wants. She married this guy Chris who she met before we broke up. She said she'd tell me when we met."

  "Where?"

  "The hospital in Washington Heights. A coffee shop we used to go to. It's familiar ground, I guess."

  We drove towards NYP and I found a parking space close to the café where I was to meet Maureen. Kate and I walked hand in hand into the lobby of the building. I saw Maureen right away – her blonde hair and height distinguishing her from everyone else.
She was silhouetted against the window, watching for me.

  We walked up to her and she frowned when she saw Kate, looking her up and down, her grey eyes judging. "Is this your current slave?"

  "This is Kate McDermott. Kate, this is Maureen Johnston, my ex-wife."

  Kate nodded politely at Maureen. I couldn’t believe Maureen was so rude as to suggest that Kate was my slave and that I would bring a mere submissive to a meeting with her but there was no way Maureen would ever understand the lifestyle.

  "I need you to come with me," Maureen said, her voice clipped.

  "Where?"

  "To Morgan Stanley. The oncology ward."

  "Your son—"

  "Our son," she corrected. "He's got leukemia. He needs a bone marrow transplant and so I thought you'd agree to be tested. You could be a match."

  Another wash of adrenaline went through me and for a moment, my sense of hearing dulled. Her son – my son had leukemia? I thought of the brother I never knew – the brother who died before I was born.

  I’d passed the genetic curse along to my son. "Yes. Of course."

  "Can we go somewhere and talk?" she said and sighed. "I suppose this has come as a shock."

  I bit back a nasty reply, determined I’d remain in complete control. Maureen, and most of all Kate, didn’t need to see me lose it. Maureen led us down the long hallway to a small coffee shop where we purchased some coffee. We went to an empty table surrounded by other visitors and patients.

  "So, tell me," I said, my hands around my cup. "How is it I have a son and I never heard about him?"

  Maureen took off her scarf, removed her coat. She sat down and stirred her coffee, taking her sweet time about it as if she wanted to gain the upper hand and ward off any kind of attack on my part. Finally, after taking a sip, she spoke, her voice low.