The Commitment (The Unrestrained #2)

by S. E. Lund

  I couldn't help but smile at that. Messy love stuff…

  "Drink up," he said.

  I did, shooting back the vodka, its spice of anise seed a familiar taste that I had begun to associate with pleasure. It burned in a nice way going down my throat, warming my stomach. Before I'd barely recovered from the taste, he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue sucking mine into his mouth. When he pulled back, he brushed a lock of hair from my cheek.

  "What's going on in that mind of yours? You must feel something about those pictures."

  I turned back to the images and considered.

  "Why does bondage excite you?" I examined one in which the sub was suspended off the ground, bound, gagged, blindfolded.

  "Bondage puts a sub in a certain headspace. Unable to move or escape, she's also unable to resist. It's liberating. She can't help but feel what I make her feel. She can respond even more than normal to what I do because she has no other choice. Her body is mine. Her mind is mine. She's no longer responsible and as a result, she can feel everything without guilt."

  I nodded, having had brief moments of that sensation of helplessness and openness. When I was tied up, I felt free. It was a paradox. One I was slowly exploring with him.

  He took this really seriously. This was more than just a kinky preference but a passion. He spent considerable time binding his submissives with his leather restraints. In his rope work, the knots were intricate and placed in specific locations for aesthetic purposes and I suspected, for erotic purposes as well. In some photos, the ropes threaded between the submissive's labia. Their breasts were bound, the flesh spilling over the sides of the rope, nipples erect and jutting out.

  Would he eventually do that to me?

  Drake took my empty shot glass and placed it on the table beside the photo album. He took the album in his hands and led me over to the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling me down onto his lap. Then, he opened the album to the first page.

  "Tell me what you feel when you see these."

  I inhaled and examined that first one. "They're very artistic. Did you set them up yourself or did you have a professional photographer do them?"

  "A professional photographer who specializes in BDSM."

  "Were the poses your ideas or his?"

  "Mine." His chin rested on my shoulder as I sat on his lap. I turned a few more pages. They were taken in a loft with hardwoods and exposed brick, the bed a prop, the windows covered by gauze curtains, letting in ample light. Everything was tasteful.

  "What do those make you feel?" he said once more.

  I hesitated. "Jealous." I flipped the page. Those women were so lucky. He kept the images in his bedroom by his bed. He'd masturbated to them before.

  "Envy." I said, my voice quiet. "Aroused."

  He nodded, his chin resting on my shoulder. "What arouses you the most?"

  I wasn't sure what image aroused me the most. I flipped through them, back and forth, and came to rest on one of the first blonde woman on her back, blindfolded, gagged, her hands bound, her feet bound. She wore nylons and a leather corset, her breasts spilling out over the top. Drake knelt between her knees, naked, splitting her labia with his erection. I pointed to it. "This."

  He leaned closer and examined it. "Interesting…"

  "Why do you say that?"

  "It's the most submissive," he said. "She's the most helpless. Unable to move at all, unable to see, or speak. Trusting me completely. Totally under my control."

  I considered the photograph for a moment before flipping the page.

  "What else do you like?" he said, squeezing me, one hand slipping beneath my sweater to cup a breast.

  I found one of a woman on her knees before a nearly-naked Drake in black leather pants. His well-muscled body was gorgeous, enhanced by the lighting. One hand was on her head, her long hair caught up in his fist. She had him in her mouth, her lips taut around the head of his cock.

  "This one."

  "I like that one too. Why do you like it?"

  "It reminds me of your letter. She's on her knees, her hands tied behind her back. Blindfolded. You're controlling her, guiding her by pulling her hair."

  I flipped to another one that featured Drake performing anal sex. It upset me but it aroused me at the same time in a perverse way. Was I perverse?

  "Do you like that one?"

  "I'm ambivalent about it," I said.

  "Do you want to try these positions and acts?" Drake said, his voice soft, warm. A little husky as if he was as aroused as I was becoming.

  "The other ones, yes. This one? Maybe some day. When I'm ready."

  Then, Drake closed the book and put it on the bed beside us. He turned me to face him so that I was straddling his hips, my hands resting on his shoulders. I didn't want to reveal how jealous I was. I glanced down from his intense expression and fiddled with his tie, which had been loosened, the top button of his crisp white shirt undone. I tightened it and then loosened it again, as if undecided.

  "What?" he said, tipping my chin so that I had to look in his eyes, which were, of course, way too blue. "What are you thinking?"

  I shook my head, shrugged one shoulder, a bit embarrassed and uncertain of whether I wanted to admit it. Finally, I exhaled and leaned in close to him, my lips beside his ear.

  "I want you to put your book away," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

  He pulled back, searching my face, his eyes meeting mine finally. My cheeks were hot.

  "You don't need to be jealous. I didn't love them."

  "I know," I said. "But they mattered to you."

  "I only want to be with you."

  "I don't want reminders of all the other submissives you've had. I don't want you looking at those photos."

  He said nothing for a long moment, his gaze moved over my face. Finally, he reached up and touched my bottom lip. "Do you want us to make some photographs like those?"

  I hesitated, my cheeks heating. "Yes."

  "We will. Once we've explored more. I'm sorry that I've never done the whole thing with you. It seemed like I was always waiting for you at 8th Avenue instead of the other way around. And then you always seemed to throw me off my game with your seductive ways…"

  I couldn't keep a smile off my face. "What do you mean?"

  "You have a way of disrupting my train of thought, Ms. Bennet. My plans all crumble when that happens. I planned on giving you exactly what you read about in my letters, but I failed."

  "I know. I felt very cheated. Like false advertising…" I said, pouting. For a moment, he took me seriously but then he laughed.

  "I better get it together."

  I nodded, smiling at him. "I'd like that. Finally get what I paid for."

  He grinned. "One of these nights, we could meet at 8th Avenue. You have a key. I'd want you to wait for me," he said, running a finger across the tops of my breasts, making me shiver. "Naked except for your stockings and garters, your collar and a blindfold. I want you kneeling on a pillow by the bed, your lips parted. I want you nice and wet for me, waiting."

  "When?"

  "Shh," he said, holding a finger to my lips. "That's for me to decide. I'll text you and let you know."

  He pulled me more tightly against him and kissed my neck, his lips trailing down my throat to the swell of my breasts. Then, he kissed me, his kiss soft, his fingers in my hair. Soon, his kiss became more passionate, his lips parting mine, tongue finding mine, making my heart race, my body warm.

  I wanted him right then and there.

  He unbuttoned my sweater and ran his tongue along the top of one breast, the warm wetness of his tongue sending a chill through me. He rolled down the fabric of one cup, and squeezed my breast, his thumb and finger tweaking the nipple to a hard point. I inhaled when he covered it with his mouth and sucked, his tongue soft against my flesh. The sensation sent little jolts of desire through me and I couldn't stop from groaning.

  Then, he pushed me down on the bed and began undressing me, his movem

ents needy, rough, struggling with my buttons before pulling the sweater off over my head. He pulled down the other cup and sucked on my nipple, and I couldn’t stop from gasping when he drew his teeth over the hard nub.

  He unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them, pulling them off my hips slowly. Underneath was a matching pair of cream lace bikini panties.

  "What are you going to do?" I said.

  "Katherine," he said, frowning just a bit. "No questions."

  I grimaced. "Sorry. But when we started all this, Lara picked you because you love to teach. I was supposed to be a student…"

  "School's out." Then he kissed me again, silencing me with his mouth, one hand squeezing a breast while the other cradled my head.

  I did my best to shut off my questions, shut off my mind and curiosity and waited. Not knowing what he had planned was exciting and a bit exhilarating. He ran his hands over my body, his fingers grazing my erect nipples, his palms warm over my belly. One hand covered my mound while the other slipped underneath me, grabbing my ass and pulling me up on the bed. He lay on top of me, grinding his erection hungrily against my groin. I whimpered, and couldn't help but respond, thrusting my hips up to meet his. He lay between my open thighs, his face directly above mine, his blue eyes holding mine.

  He kissed me, then traced his tongue down my throat and shoulder down to one breast, circling my nipple, then lower over my belly. He spread my thighs with his hands and slipped his fingers between my folds to the entrance to my body. I groaned and writhed under his touch, which was firm, insistent. Two fingers slid inside of me, and I gasped, my body trembling.

  His mouth and tongue followed his fingers until he was between my spread thighs, my body open to him completely. I could barely breathe when he leaned over me, his hands on each of my knees, staring at my body like a lion considering his prey.

  Then he left the bed and went to his closet. From where I lay on the bed, I could see inside the closet. Beside racks of clothes and shoes, was a black wooden cabinet with a padlock. He removed a key from a shelf and opened the lock. Inside the cabinet, I saw an assortment of leather ties, straps, some thin nylon rope, and several rubber-looking toys that looked like dildos or butt plugs and several long bars that had places to attach cuffs – spreader bars.

  He selected several leather cuffs, some other longer straps and then I saw him choose one sex toy and a bottle of lubricant and returned, his hands behind his back.

  "Lie with your head at the top of the bed. Close your eyes, Katherine."

  I said nothing in reply, closing my eyes and trying to give in completely, but it was hard. He'd never used either a dildo or a butt plug with me, although he had begun to stimulate my anus with a finger during our encounters. When I protested, he told me that I would get used to it and eventually, it would become erotic. I knew when I signed the agreement that anal was on the agenda, but I felt he'd take his time with it. I wasn't sure I was ready yet.

  I bit my lip and closed my eyes.

  "Don't be nervous. Nothing I do will hurt."

  I nodded and took in a deep breath, my stomach filled with butterflies, my flesh aching with need. I moved further up on the bed, lying with my hands over my head close to the headboard and my eyes closed. My heart was pounding in my ears as excitement built in me.

  The bed compressed as he climbed onto it, straddling me, his knees on either side of my hips. First, he tied a soft cloth blindfold around my head, covering my eyes. I blinked, to check if I could see anything but the blindfold covered my eyes perfectly. Then, he took my hands in his and attached leather cuffs to each of my wrists before fastening them to the headboard. I pulled on them to test how secure they were. I could move an inch or two, no more.

  He left the bed for a moment, and I waited, my skin puckering from the cool air. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move, completely helpless. My mind went into that place, the feeling of complete and utter helplessness. I felt euphoric.

  In the distance, I heard the clink of something and frowned, wondering what he was doing. Was he getting some more Anisovaya?

  He returned and I felt him sit on the bed, the clink of something hard against glass. Then, an ice cube, cold and wet pressed against the skin of my neck. I gasped as he trailed the ice cube from the base of my throat below my collar, down between my breasts, circling each breast, giving me goose bumps. He held the ice against one nipple and then the other, each one tightening to hard points. The chill from the ice was intense, almost bordering on pain, and when I thought I couldn't stand it any longer, he covered the nipple with his mouth, his tongue warm and wet.

  I writhed beneath him as he repeated this on the other nipple, the alternating sensation of cold and warm sending shocks of pleasure through me.

  "Oh, God," I groaned. He squeezed my breasts together and pulled each nipple with his teeth, softly, just enough pressure to border on pain. When he sucked them, one after the other, the pleasure after the small bit of pain was so intense, I gasped and arched my back, pressing up against his mouth.

  He left the remaining chip of ice between my breasts, where it sat and melted, the cold reminding me of his warm mouth on my nipples. Then, he slid another ice cube down my ribs, over one hip and then across my belly to the other hip, circling my navel in the process. It tickled and I squirmed. The ice slipped between my labia, pressing against my clit, the sensation so intense, I gasped. It almost hurt but not quite. Although I tried to stay still, I couldn't help but move my hips.

  "Be still," he said, his voice firm.

  He kept the ice on my clit, until I groaned, and then he covered me with his mouth, his tongue swirling. I moaned and ground my hips without thinking. The ice slipped just inside my body, the sensation intense, the cold like a burn. His tongue replaced the ice and the cold/hot change made me more sensitive and I ached to feel something inside of me. He slid a finger and then two inside of me as he sucked and stroked me, and it felt so good, so sweet, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to come.

  When I felt his finger press against my anus, softly, barely detectable, I tensed. The tip of his finger felt cool and wet and my mind immediately became focused on it instead of on the erotic sensations of his mouth and fingers.

  He pulled his mouth away. "Relax. I promise if you relax and trust me, you'll enjoy this. Do you trust me, Katherine?"

  I nodded, unable to speak. When he pressed his finger inside a bit more, I gasped and clenched instinctively to keep him out.

  "Relax, Katherine. Take in a deep breath."

  I did, inhaling deeply and his finger slid inside a bit more.

  "Good girl."

  I tried not to focus on it, focusing instead on his other fingers inside of my body, of his mouth and tongue when he moved back to cover me, sucking once more. Soon, the sensation overwhelmed me and that sweetness built deep in my core, pleasure growing inside of me as my pulse raced.

  "I think I…" I said, my voice hoarse.

  He stopped his motions and slipped his finger inside me a bit deeper. By now, my flesh was throbbing, and I was so ready for orgasm that I barely noticed or cared. He began stimulating me again, bringing me even closer. When I opened my mouth to speak, he knew before I did and stopped his motions. I felt his finger withdraw and something else press against me. It, too, was wet and I realized this was the sex toy he'd brought over – a butt plug.

  He didn't say anything, slipped it inside me a bit, past my remaining resistance. It felt different from his finger, larger and a bit cooler, but it wasn't unpleasant. It slid inside me and I clenched around it. The plug provided a bit of pressure that made his fingers feel even thicker when he slid them back inside. When he covered me once more with his mouth, the combination of sensations was even greater, more arousing.

  Soon, my thighs were shaking and I felt a need to thrust my hips up against his mouth. The pleasure started to spread through me and I had to use all my might to speak.

  "Master, I…"

  This time, he didn't stop and continued his motions, his mouth on me, his tongue soft against my clit, his fingers inside me, stroking, and the pressure from the plug all combined to send me over. My orgasm began, my body tensing, my flesh clenching around everything. Pleasure spread down my legs and up into my chest, my cheeks hot.

  "Oh, God," I cried out as it peaked, his mouth insistent, his fingers stroking me.

  Finally, he stopped his motions and remained where he was as my orgasm began to wane. He finally pulled his fingers out and lifted his mouth from my flesh, but he left the plug inside.

  "There," he said, as he rose up and although I couldn't see him, I felt him looming over top of me, his hands on either side of me. He kissed me, deeply. "One more barrier down."

  "Thank you," I said, "for breaking down one of my barriers."

  "You were afraid."

  "Yes."

  "Does this show you that you can trust me to know what will give you more pleasure?"

  I nodded. He had so much experience. I could let him take me where he wanted me to go, knowing it was all about getting the most pleasure for us both.

  I closed my eyes when his mouth claimed a nipple. He unfastened my cuffs and flipped me over onto my knees, the blindfold still in place. Then, he leaned over me, one hand around my waist so he could play with my clit, while with the other, he cupped a breast, tweaking my nipple, squeezing it. I didn't think I could come again so quickly, but Drake was insistent, barely letting me recover from the first orgasm.

  Soon, I felt desire build inside of me again and he slid the head of his cock against my labia, stimulating me with his shaft, before finally, entering me just a bit. The pressure of the plug and of his cock just inside of my body felt so good, I knew with a bit of stimulation on my clit I could come very easily.

  Then he began to thrust, sliding slowly in and out, keeping his fingers on my clit as he leaned over my back.

  "Oh, God, I'm going to…" I said, unable to finish my sentence. Drake didn't stop thrusting, and soon, I went over the edge, pleasure spreading through me, down my legs and up into my chest, my face hot and cold at the same time. My small cries of pleasure seemed to spur Drake on and he thrust harder and faster, and within moments of my orgasm, his began, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me tightly against his body with each deep thrust.

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