The Commitment (The Unrestrained #2)

by S. E. Lund

  "What?" A flush went through me.

  "Katherine," he said, furrowing his brows in mock anger, fighting a grin. "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."

  I exhaled and considered. "I've never done it in front of anyone. I don't know if I can, you know," I said, raising a shoulder, embarrassed. "Relax enough."

  "I want to see you use Big, but for today, I'll let you use your own fingers," he said as if that was an end to it. He finished rinsing off and then stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself off. I leaned against the doorjamb and watched, in a little bit of awe at his male beauty. His body was so perfect, his cock, even semi-flaccid, was large and thick. When he was dry enough, he wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the vanity, applying deodorant and then brushing his teeth. He had quite the growth of whiskers and his hair was longer, a bit wild. He looked devastatingly gorgeous.

  I felt a surge of desire at the sight of him standing there at the mirror, knowing he was all mine.

  He brushed his hair and watched me in the mirror. I was still naked, my arms crossed around my waist.

  "You look entirely edible, Ms. Bennet. 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," he 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."

  I smiled despite my disappointment that he'd be gone all day, a thrill speeding through me at the thought of him watching me. "If you really want to watch..."

  "I really want to watch," he said. "I want you looking in my eyes as you make yourself come, thinking of me watching you."

  "I'll feel like a wanton woman," I said, biting my lip to hold back a grin.

  "That's exactly how I want you to feel, because there is one inside of you if you'll let her out." He went to the bedroom closet and pulled out his clothes for the day – a dark suit, white shirt and dark tie. He dressed so conservatively, but it suited him. He looked elegant, wealthy, sleek but his longish hair and whiskered jaw made him look sexy. He pulled on socks and then stood before me.

  "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."

  I responded to his words, my body warming even more. "Oh, God," I said, closing my eyes. "How will I last until tonight?"

  He stood in front of me and tilted my chin up, staring in my 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," I said, unable to keep the smile off my face.

  "Katherine, you need a spanking for that grin." He shook his head, a smile starting on his own face. "You can think of me," he said, stepping closer. "You can imagine what will happen, but don't touch yourself until I'm with you."

  I nodded. "OK," I said. "I won't."

  "Good girl," he said and bent down to kiss me. "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."

  I smiled, my cheeks heating, feeling shy at the prospect of Drake watching me.

  "Do you have time to eat?" I asked, following him into the entrance.

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

  I laughed. "I meant food."

  He shook his head and opened the closet. "No. I'll pick up something at the cafeteria after my appointment." After he pulled on his coat and boots, he bent down and kissed me 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, he left, pulling the door closed behind him.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  After Drake left, I pulled on my robe and went right back to the drawing, anxious to work on it. I sat at the kitchen table and filled in detail from memory, adjusting the shadows to capture the weight of his body on the bed, the fall of light and dark over his muscles, the square edge to his jaw, and the soft lips, which were slightly parted in sleep. I could see the resemblance to Drake and was glad I had been able to capture his likeness despite the fact his arm covered those beautiful eyes.

  Thinking of what was going to happen later, combined with drawing of him nude, put me in a semi-aroused state. By the time I looked at the clock, it was almost noon and I'd forgotten to eat. I made myself a brunch of a poached egg on toast, orange juice and coffee. Then, I sat back at the table and worked on the drawing.

  Later in the day, after I'd worked on a few separate sketches, trying to figure out the detail in his chin and the way the shadows fell over his neck, I put the sketch away. I had a shower and washed myself thoroughly, wanting to be clean and fresh for Drake when he arrived. After I was finished, I brushed my teeth and blew dry my hair. I applied only the lightest bit of makeup – some mascara and a bit of lip gloss, and then I walked around the apartment, naked, anticipating his call.

  Impatient for his return, I stood at the window and watched the street through the gauzy curtain, eager to see his car arrive and turn into the parking garage down the street where he kept his car.

  Then, when I was checking my hair in the bathroom mirror, my cell trilled. A surge of excitement filled me, making my heart flutter. I ran to my cell and picked it up. It rang again and then stopped. The call display read Drake Morgan, MD.

  I put the phone back into my bag and then went to the bed, laying back on it, my thighs spread wide as Drake demanded. I was so thoroughly aroused by then I knew I'd be wet enough to please him. In fact, I ached, my flesh already throbbing, butterflies in my stomach as I waited for him to arrive.

  I heard the key in the lock, heard the barrel turn and the door creak open. Then, rustling in the entryway as he removed his coat and boots, threw his keys on the plate in the entry. He appeared in the bedroom doorway, his expression dark, intense.

  "Good girl," he said as he strode to the side of the bed, pulling off his suit jacket, and loosening his tie. He removed it and threw it on the chair against the wall and then unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. "Let me see how wet you are, Katherine." He bent down, resting a hand on the bed between my thighs, his face close to my pussy. I felt a mixture of lust and embarrassment as he examined me, a slow smile starting on his lips, which he then squelched, frowning up at me.

  "Did you touch yourself?"

  I shook my head, barely able to speak. "Only in the shower and to wash myself."

  He nodded, a stern look on his face. "Good. I want to watch the first time you do touch yourself for pleasure."

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

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

  "Touch yourself," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Watch me the entire time. Imagine it's my tongue touching you."

  I did what he commanded, slowly and softly touching my very hard clit. His eyes were riveted on my pussy, watching every move but he fought to drag his eyes back to meet mine, his nostrils flaring.

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

  I was at a loss for words for a moment as I touched myself. I hadn't masturbated for weeks since I'd met him, not feeling the need for my arousal and desire was totally focused on Drake and my need satisfied.

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

  I swallowed, and took in a deep breath. "I'd think of your body," I 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?" he said, as if urging me on.

  I looked down to see him grasping his erection in his own hand, slowly stroking over its length while he watched my fingers on my clit. He glanced back up at my face and I tore my eyes off his cock, a bit guilty at being caught not looking at his face.

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

  "Sorry, Master," I said, trying to sound contrite.

  Of course I wasn't really. I loved that he was so torn between my fingers stroking my clit and my face. I loved watching him touch himself while he watched me, needing to touch his own aching flesh. We were both so aroused watching each other. I wanted to keep my eyes on his hand moving so firmly over his shaft to the head, and when he glanced away, I stole another look. He stroked his length then palmed the head of his cock, squeezing the head to remove some more of his fluid to act as lubricant.

  He glanced back at my face again and I quickly moved my gaze to meet his, biting my lip to suppress a guilty smile.

  "Katherine," he said, his voice exasperated. "I want you focused on my face, my eyes. I want you to know I'm watching you. I'm seeing inside of you."

  I tried very hard to keep my eyes on his face, and I could tell from watching him that he was getting more and more aroused, his face flushed, his nostrils flaring as he breathed faster.

  "Slip two fingers inside of your pussy while you stroke your clit," he said.

  I complied, wetting first one then two fingers, slipping them slowly inside a couple of inches so that I felt the extremely sensitive ridge of flesh.

  "Good girl," he said. He caught my eye and nodded appreciatively. "Move your hips while you fuck yourself with your fingers. The way you do when I do it."

  I did as he commanded, thrusting my hips a bit as I stroked inside of my body, my other fingers on my clit. I couldn’t help but glance down once more to see his fist pumping around his cock more rapidly, while he cupped his balls with the other. Watching him stroke himself while he watched me aroused me, making my breath catch, desire flooding through me. He was so aroused watching me touch myself, I knew he could come quite quickly. I glanced back at his face to find his eyes on mine and that did something to me, pushing my arousal up even more.

  "Tell me when you're going to come, Katherine," he said. "You know the rules."

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

  "Fuck yourself with your fingers," he said, his voice shaky. "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."

  I did, and my eyes closed without thinking as I imagined him doing each of those things to me, my pleasure increasing, my orgasm imminent.

  "Open your eyes, Katherine," he said, his voice urgent, filled with need. "Look in mine."

  I did, and he came closer, kneeling on the bed, bending over me to watch my fingers on my clit, the others moving more rapidly inside of me, stroking my sensitive spot.

  "I think I…" I gasped as the pleasure grew too intense and I knew I would come right away.

  "Come for me, baby," he said, almost imploring. The thought of him watching me make myself come pushed me over, and I gasped as my orgasm began, the pleasure so intense I could barely keep my eyes open.

  "Open your eyes," he said, his voice a growl of pleasure. "Look in mine."

  I did, forcing them open despite the near-blinding sensations, my body tensing as pleasure coursed through me. "Oh, God." I gasped, my body clenching around my fingers. "Ohhh."

  He climbed further onto the bed between my knees and I glanced down to watch him stroking himself so fast, I knew he, too, was going to come. He leaned over me, stroking himself, and aimed his cock at my pussy.

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

  I complied, spreading my lips. Then, his orgasm started and he tensed, grimacing, his face red as his fist pumped his cock. Finally, his expression softened, his face slackening as he ejaculated, the semen spurting out onto my labia and belly. I spread it over myself, rubbing it into me, using it as lubricant, my fingers slipping over my too-sensitive clit, but it felt good.

  He collapsed over me, lying directly on top of me, his face beside mine, panting.

  "Fuck, that was good…" I finally grinned like an idiot, biting my lip to stop from giggling. He groaned into my 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? Me all tied up and blindfolded?"

  He shook his head and kissed my chin, my cheek and then my forehead as he rested on his arms, his face above mine. He nestled his body between my thighs, which I wrapped around his 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 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?" I said playfully. "I heard all these rumors about Dr. Dangerous. Master D. Were they all just clever marketing?"

  He laughed out loud at that, his blue eyes twinkling. "Very clever." He kissed me, long and tender, his fingers threading through my hair. My heart fluttered at the intensity of his kiss. Finally, he pulled away and began kissing my face, my chin, my 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, once I knew you were interested. So I hatched my Machiavellian plan to overwhelm you with pleasure."

  "You have." I ran my fingers through his hair, which was falling into his eyes. "I'm glad it was you."

  He kissed me again, his kiss more intense now, as if his emotions were heightened. I pulled him more tightly against me, my own emotions filling me with happiness that we did crash into each other that night at the bar and that I did call Lara and ask for that interview.

  "Dawn tried to warn me off you but she couldn't have known that it would draw me to you instead," I said, confessing. "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," he said and smiled softly. "I'm not letting go of you, Ms. Bennet. I hope you realize that."

  I slipped my arms tightly around his neck and kissed him deeply, my love for him making me feel as if my chest would explode. There was nothing I couldn't do with Drake. I could tell him the truth, be who I was, who I wanted to be.

  He wanted me.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The next day, I woke up early once more and stood at the side of the bed and sketched Drake while he slept. This morning, he was lying on his back, a pillow over his face, but as usual, he was naked, the sheets in disarray around him. I studied the muscles on his abdomen, noting the way his hair grew in a thin line from his navel to his pubes, the delicious curve of one buttock and the inviting angle of his hip. It aroused me, sketching him like that, and I hoped he wasn't busy so that we could have sex.

  Finally, I climbed into bed and snuggled down beneath the blankets. He hopped out of bed once more, leaving me alone on the bed. He went right to the bathroom and I heard him pee, then he started the shower.

  Before he got in, he peeked his head around the door and caught my eye.

  "Join me?"

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

  We showered together and I was careful not to try to push him, despite my eagerness to have sex. He watched me while I washed myself, and then took hold of my hip
s when I bent down to wash my feet.

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

  "You're hungry."

  "I'm always hungry for you," he murmured against my neck. Then, he turned me around and kissed me deeply, his arms slipping around my waist, pulling me up so that my feet lifted off the floor. One hand slipped between my thighs. "Mmm," he said as he kissed my neck, his lips pressing on my skin. "I'm getting so many ideas..."

  He turned the shower off and led me out, taking a towel and quickly drying me off. He barely spent any time on himself, as if he couldn't wait. He pushed me back into the bedroom and over to the bed, and I gasped when he pushed me back onto it, laying on top of me, his fingers slipped down my body from my throat to my waist and then my pussy, his fingers finding my clit. Then he slipped his finger inside of me, his breathing increasing, his mouth claiming mine once more in a passionate kiss.

  He pulled back, his eyes half-hooded. "Spread your legs wide," he said, grabbing my thighs to assist, spreading my legs, his eyes moving down my body from my face to my pussy, stopping there greedily.

  He kissed me. "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."

  My body responded to his words, my muscles clenching. His tongue and fingers were insistent as we lay side by side in sixty-nine position, our bodies arched to accommodate each other. I tried to pleasure him while he pleasured me but at times, I had to stop and moan with him in my mouth. He groaned in response, his fingers sliding inside of me, stroking me. I writhed under his mouth, lost in the sensations, barely able to focus on his cock in my mouth, his shaft in my fist.

  My orgasm built deep within me, pleasure spreading down my legs and into my belly, my mind blanking. I tensed, trying to hold back, waiting for him to give me permission.

  "Come for me, baby," he said, his fingers thrusting inside of me.