“Drake, do you think the news will keep talking about you being gay?” Victoria asked as Drake seemed to be staring off into space. “Drake?”
“Oh, um, no. I think they will get over it rather quickly. Are you ready to play?”
Emily dealt each person a stack of ten white cards and then put the black pile of cards in front of Drake.
“You are the Czar,” Emily said. “Draw one black card and read it.”
“During sex I like to think about blank,” Drake read from the black card in his hand.
“Okay, now each of us needs to look through our white cards and pick the funniest answer. Then turn it upside down and slide them all over to Drake in a pile. Drake will read them out loud and then decide which is the best one.”
The women followed Emily’s lead and each picked a card and slid it over to Drake. By this time, Samantha was standing in the doorway watching them and seemed amused by the game as well.
“Okay, here we go. During sex, I like to think about Shaquille O’Neal’s acting career,” Drake read the first card and everyone started to laugh, even Allison. Drake continued to read the rest of the cards.
“During sex, I like to think about Toni Morrison’s vagina. Oh, my God.”
Again the group burst into laughter.
“During sex, I like to think about All-you-can-eat shrimp.”
“During sex, I like to think about sanding off a man’s nose.”
“During sex I like to think about free ice cream,” Drake read the last of the cards.
“Okay, now Drake, you need to decide which one of those cards was the best. Then the person who turned that card in will get one point,” Emily said.
“Oh, for sure, it has to be Toni Morrison’s vagina,” Drake said as she laughed.
The room erupted in laughter as all the women looked at each other to see who had put that card into the pile. Then Scarlett raised her hand slightly and all the women continued to laugh. She was so prim and proper, yet that answer had been anything but proper.
“Scarlett gets the point. Now let’s rotate the black cards to the next person and this time, Drake gets to play the round and Scarlett will decide which card is best.”
Samantha had just finished a long conversation with Robert about what they could do to help Drake, but she couldn’t help sitting down in the living room and watching as everyone played Cards Against Humanity. It wasn’t a game she had planned ahead of time, but it did seem like lots of fun.
“Where’s Sophia?” Samantha asked.
“Upstairs, she had a stomach ache,” Scarlett answered. “Do you want me to go check on her?”
“No, that’s alright, I’ll go up. Drake, will you come with me?” Samantha asked.
Drake decided it wasn’t a good idea to fight with Samantha in front of all the women so he obliged her and followed her up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Samantha stood with her hands on her hips looking at Drake like he was in trouble. It was all he could do to keep a straight face when he saw how serious she looked.
“Did you seriously just kiss Cynthia in front of every news reporter instead of answering their questions?”
Drake tried to keep himself from smiling as he responded, “Yes, are the news stories starting to come out? How are they?”
“Drake, you are like a public relations nightmare,” Samantha said, storming off toward Sophia’s room.
“You love me and you know it,” Drake said as he hurried quickly after her.
He didn’t mean to really say ‘love’ but he wasn’t about to correct himself. She knew what he meant. Drake was a lot of work, and he paid Samantha a very good salary to deal with him.
“I’m not in love with you!” she yelled as she stopped in the middle of the hall.
“Oh, that sounded very defensive,” Drake said, goading her on.
He didn’t think she was in love with him, up until that very moment when she got so defensive at the idea of it. Up until that moment, Drake had thought Samantha was amused by him and perhaps even attracted to him, but never attracted enough to give in to his advances.
“I’m not in love with you,” Samantha said more calmly as she leaned up against the wall.
Drake moved in close to her but kept about a foot of distance between the two of them. He looked into her eyes, and they looked like the eyes of a woman that was in love with him. Instantly, Drake pulled away and took a step backward.
What was he thinking?
He had a house full of women who had traveled from around the world to be with him, and he was chasing after the one woman who didn’t want him. Drake couldn’t do it anymore. He was tired of chasing Samantha, and he was ready to move on. One of the women that were there with him was going to be his girlfriend, and he wasn’t about to mess it up by trying to start something with Samantha again. He didn’t care what their connection or history was, he couldn’t go there anymore. It was time to move on.
“We should check on Sophia,” he said quietly as he walked away.
Samantha knocked on the door first and then peeked her head inside. “Sophia, how are you doing? It’s Drake and I. We’ve come to check on you.”
“Oh, Drake is here? I look so horrible, oh my gosh,” Sophia said as she tried to sit up in bed.
Both Samantha and Drake noticed that she was extremely pale and had winced as she tried to sit up. It caused them to worry that she might need to see a doctor.
“I’m going to get the doctor to come over here,” Drake said right away.
“Oh, no, I’m fine. I’ve just got a stomach bug or something. I’m sure I’ll feel better by morning,” Sophia said as she grabbed Drake’s hand and pulled him down so he was sitting next to her on the bed. “I’m glad to see you. How was your day?”
Samantha took a few steps back to let Sophia and Drake talk and sent a text message to the doctor they used for house visits. She arranged for him to come first thing in the morning. There was no reason to rush her to the emergency room if it was just a stomach bug, but Samantha would feel much better after Drake’s regular doctor took a look at Sophia.
“You should rest; do you want me to have them bring you some soup?” Drake asked as he brushed Sophia’s hair out of her face.
“No, I don’t feel like eating. Thank you, though.’
“I’m going to check on you first thing in the morning,” Samantha said. “You sleep and drink some water. I’m going to have someone bring you up some Gatorade too, just to make sure you stay hydrated. Alright?”
“Thank you, Samantha, you are really the best assistant in the world,” Sophia said. “Drake, I think I want to steal her away for myself. But I would want my assistant to sleep in my bed with me.”
Drake and Samantha laughed at the sexual innuendo that Sophia managed even when she wasn’t feeling well. It was certainly part of her personality that she constantly made such comments, and Drake felt a little better about leaving her knowing that she was feeling a little like herself.
“I’m going to come with Samantha in the morning and check on you, you listen to her and get some rest,” Drake said as he kissed her forehead.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him tightly for almost a full minute before she let go. Drake didn’t mind, though, Sophia wasn’t the kind of girl that handed out a lot of hugs, and she didn’t seem to be used to people worrying about her or offering to care for her. It was nice to see she appreciated their worry for her well-being.
“I promise, I’m going right back to sleep. As soon as I finish this glass of water,” she said with a smile. “Thank you both for coming to check on me. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Samantha and Drake watched as Sophia winced again when she tried to lie back down. It was sad to see such a vibrant woman feeling so sick.
“Hopefully, she will feel better in the morning, but I have the doctor coming anyways,” Samantha said as they closed the bedroom door behind them.
“Great, yes. I was just about
to say that. Thanks,” Drake said as he stood there and an awkward silence took over between the two of them.
“Alright, well, I’m going to go for now. I’ll see you in the morning,” Samantha said, starting to walk down the hallways.
“Love you, darling, good night,” Drake teased as he waved at Samantha.
She just turned around and gave him an evil glare before turning to go downstairs.
Chapter 7
“You’re needed upstairs,” Drake said into Cynthia’s ear.
With all the other women looking on, Drake certainly didn’t want to be disrespectful to any of them. But it was time to finish his evening with Cynthia. She had been very kind throughout the day and given up much of her day for the other women. Drake couldn’t disappoint her any longer.
“Sure,” Cynthia said without hesitation. “I’ll see you ladies in the morning.”
“Scarlett, would you mind checking on Sophia again before you go to bed? She was just heading back to sleep. There will be a doctor coming in the morning to check on her,” Drake said as he guided Cynthia up the stairs.
“Sure. Have a good night you two,” Scarlett said with a wink.
It was interesting how Scarlett never seemed to mind Drake spending time with the other women. She even encouraged it. It was like she was one of his guy friends or something like that. Drake really was intrigued by Scarlett and couldn’t wait to sit down alone with her and just talk. She seemed like the kind of woman he could talk and talk to and never get tired of being around.
“How was Sophia?” Cynthia asked.
“She looks like she has the flu or something, but she says she is fine. Plus, she still found the energy to flirt with me when I was in there; so I’m not as worried now.”
“She sure does have the flirting thing down.”
“I seem to remember you were pretty good at flirting earlier today,” Drake said as he opened Cynthia’s bedroom door and they walked in.
“I remember you lying on that bed begging me to untie you,” Cynthia commented with a wry smile.
Before Cynthia could suggest that Drake get tied back up to the bed, Drake had her pressed up against the door and her hands pinned over her head. He felt her chest as it rose and fell in excitement. He felt her breathing increase as she tried to slow down her excitement.
“There is something I wanted to do,” Drake said as he let his lips move in and kiss Cynthia gently. “I have some plans of my own for you tonight.”
Cynthia didn’t respond. Instead, she just looked up at Drake and nodded her head yes. She was alright with anything that Drake wanted to do. Her heart was beating a million miles a minute as she waited for him to kiss her again. There wasn’t anything else that she wanted more at that moment.
Again, he moved in slowly and gently kissed Cynthia as he released her hands and held her face passionately. His lips and hers moved together and their tongues jetted in and out of each other’s mouths. The passion between them built the more they kissed, and soon Drake felt Cynthia’s hands as they started to rub on his bulging cock.
But he wasn’t about to let her take control. Drake was done with that, he wanted to let Cynthia feel what it was like to have someone else in control. She was always so worried about being in charge in the bedroom, it was about time she let someone else deliver pleasure to her.
“I want to tie you to the bed,” Drake whispered in Cynthia’s ear.
He didn’t wait for her to respond before he started to kiss down her neck and pull off her clothes. He knew her answer would be yes. There was no way she would deny him the pleasure of playing with her.
Methodically, he removed each piece of her clothing and then let her stand there naked for him to enjoy. Her hands instantly went across her stomach to protect herself from showing off her womanly rolls. But Drake pulled her hands away. Cynthia was a plus-sized woman and beautiful. She had the most womanly body with curves that drove Drake crazy. He loved how confident she could be when she wanted to, but hated that she felt like she needed to hide her body at all.
“I don’t think I can,” Cynthia said as Drake grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the bed.
“You can,” Drake said as he kissed her. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like?”
Cynthia had never thought that she would want to be on the other end of a flogger or riding crop. Most of her adult life she had been the one wielding them, but the idea of Drake slapping her ass with one of her toys was a total turn on. Much more exciting to her than the idea of him tying her to the bed; she wasn’t sure she could do that.
On the way to the bed, she grabbed the flogger off the table and carried it with her. She smiled widely as she handed it to Drake and then leaned over the bed in the perfect position for him to hit her ass.
“Your ass is beautiful,” Drake whispered.
“Thank you. Now hit me,” she said firmly.
She just wasn’t able to totally get the dominatrix out of her system as she ordered Drake to slap her ass with the flogger.
The moment was erotic and filled with anticipation as Cynthia closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She wanted to fully experience the moment. No vision to get in her way, no looking at Drake in anticipation.
“I’m going to slap your ass five times baby,” Drake said. “One,” he moved the flogger gently and barely tapped her ass.
Cynthia didn’t even flinch at the first hit, and Drake knew he was going to be expected to do a better job. With each additional hit, he swung harder and harder to try and get some sort of reaction from Cynthia. But with each hit she stayed motionless on the bed with her ass pointed up at Drake.
“Did I do good?” Cynthia asked when Drake finished.
“Oh, yes,” Drake said as he fell to his knees and started to kiss the marks on her ass.
He let his hands move around to explore her wetness as his lips gently kissed each one of the marks on her bottom. He was gentle with his touch and soon found his fingers dipping inside her in an effort to bring Cynthia more pleasure.
She held onto the bed and remained bent over as Drake moved his fingers inside of her. Every part of her body screamed out for more and more from Drake. Cynthia didn’t know what was going on, but she wanted Drake to take her on the bed right away. She could hardly contain her longing for him and didn’t want to wait any longer.
As she climbed away from Drake onto the bed, she felt his hands wrap around her left ankle with the leather strap that was attached to the bed.
“No, you don’t need to tie me up,” Cynthia said as she flipped around and started to kiss Drake.
She wasn’t afraid of the straps themselves, or of Drake. Cynthia was afraid of feeling out of control. She had never been in a situation that she didn’t feel like she was in control and really wasn’t sure she could handle it.
“I think I do need to,” Drake said as he held Cynthia’s arms above her head and pressed her back onto the bed.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Don’t be, I’m going to take care of you.”
Drake gently stretched each of Cynthia’s arms above her head and connected the leather straps to them. Then he connected the final one around her other ankle as he stood next to the bed and looked gloriously at Cynthia. Her body looked magnificent as it lay there stretched out on the bed. Her pale white skin in total contrast to the deep red sheets on the bed.
“You’re shaking,” Drake said as he took his clothes off, climbed onto the bed and lay next to Cynthia.
“I’m cold, or scared, or something, I’m not sure. But I’m fine,” she responded.
Drake leaned over and started to kiss Cynthia as his warm hands moved up and down her body. He explored every inch of her that he could reach while their tongues worked together in the perfect kiss. It was a sensual moment and so unique to Drake. Having Cynthia dare herself to push her own boundaries was beyond what Drake had expected from their evening. He loved that she was afraid but still wanted to move th
ings forward.
“I’m going to make you scream now,” Drake said quickly as he moved his kisses from her lips, slowly down her body.
He stopped and paid special attention to each of her nipples before he traced a path down her belly to her delicious center. With her legs spread open and tied down, Cynthia couldn’t clench her thighs around Drake to make him stop pleasing her. She also didn’t have the use of her hands to stop him either. Drake couldn’t help feeling excited about the endless pleasure he intended to give Cynthia that evening.
“Be gentle,” she teased him.
He started slowly and moved his tongue around the exterior folds of her body while he watched as she wiggled against his tongue. Each minute that passed, Cynthia’s hips moved more and more against him as the pleasure he provided her built up higher and higher.
When he finally slid two fingers, inside of her, Cynthia screamed out in pleasure as her body tightened down on him. But Drake wasn’t about to slow down just because she had released an orgasm. Instead, it drove him to thrust his fingers harder while he pulled her clit into his mouth. The more she moved, the more intensely he moved his fingers. Soon she was screaming out as another orgasm hit and thrashing around in an effort to move her clit away from Drake’s mouth.
Her moans were like music to Drake’s ears, and he wanted to hear them over and over again. It didn’t matter that she had just orgasmed twice; he wanted to watch her body shake and moan all night long. He even wondered just how many orgasms he could deliver to Cynthia before she would beg him to untie her.
“Have you ever squirted?” Drake asked as he slowed his fingers inside of Cynthia.
He started to curl them up toward the front of her pubic bone as he sat up and watched her body.
“No, I can’t do that,” she said, and then after a long pause, she added, “but I’d like to try.”
That was all Drake needed to hear, and he moved his left hand over her pubic bone and pressed down as his right hand continued to stroke inside of her. The moans were quiet at first, but much deeper than before. As she got comfortable with the movement, Drake started to move his whole hand up and down inside of her as his fingers thrust into the top and bottom of her opening.
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