Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(72)

It was the truth. I hadn’t thought much about it. Being with the four of them had been instinctual. A part of me recognised them as my four best friends. When I remembered them, it was far too fucking late. I’d gone and fallen in love. I couldn’t turn back. Couldn’t tear them out of my soul. They were too important to me.

“Denying fate is always futile.”

“Says the man who thought we were a curse.”

He gave me a dark look until I smiled at him.

“If you think I won’t punish you because we’re at my mother’s, you’re mistaken,” he whispered, leaning closer and nuzzling my hair. “I’ll tell her I’m taking you upstairs to see my old bedroom, push you down on my bed and lick your little pussy until you’re about to come, then bring you back down here all wet and unfulfilled. You can explain to my mother why you’re all flushed and embarrassed.”

I was under no illusions about Drake and his punishments. He would carry it out without a second thought if I pushed his buttons hard enough. The thought of sitting through lunch with May when all I’d want was for him to make me come was enough to bring me up short.

“What do I get if I’m good?”

He put his free hand on my thigh, stroking the bare skin.

“Then I’ll reward you when we get home, although, I’m quite partial to the idea of fucking you where I used to fantasise about doing so as a teenager.”

I buried my face in his shoulder to prevent May from seeing how hot my face was at his words. The thought of Drake touching himself over me was making me want to rub my thighs together.

“Please stop talking, you’re making me want things I shouldn’t.”

“Like what?”

“Watching you touch yourself over me.”

“Oh yeah? You want to watch me wrap my hand around my aching dick and stroke one out for you? Will you lick the cum from my stomach afterwards?”

I nodded against his shoulder, absolutely dying with need and embarrassment clashing inside of me. His mother was right there. We weren’t speaking loud enough for her to hear what was being said, but even so.

“I think I’m going to need to take you upstairs.”

“Drake!”

He laughed. I lifted my head away from his shoulder in time to catch his mother staring at us. That made it all worse. I glared up at him and those blasted indigo eyes twinkling with amusement. Damn this man. Damn him for making me want him so much. And in front of his mother, of all people.

“You are on thin ice, mister,” I hissed, sitting up properly to regain my composure. “I do not need you making me wet in front of your mother.”

“Does that mean if I touch your pussy, I’ll find you wanting?”

He moved his hand higher up my thigh, pushing my dress up with his exploring. I grabbed hold of his fingers and subtly pulled them away, placing his hand back in his own lap. It was then I realised he was in a similar state of arousal to me. The smile playing on my lips at it couldn’t be helped. Especially when I looked into his eyes to find desire rippling and threatening to undo everything.

“Later.”

“Promise?”

“I’ll sit in your lap at your desk and you can do whatever you want to me then.”

“Deal.”

May came over with lunch a few minutes later, making Drake and I pull apart. She didn’t give me a look of disapproval, something I could only be thankful for. The three of us enjoyed a quiet, reminiscent lunch without any further drama. I imagined she didn’t want to alienate her son when he was being open with her.

When Drake and I left, May gave me a hug and told me to take care of her boy. I barely got a chance to tell her I would before my sir was whisking me out of the house. Someone was rather impatient to get me back to the office. And I couldn’t deny I was looking forward to being alone with him.





Thirty Two


Francis





My hands dropped as I finished securing Scarlett’s hands above her. Two metal cuffs were around her wrists, attached to chains suspending her from a ring on the ceiling of the playroom. Her knees rested on the bed, spread apart for my viewing pleasure. She couldn’t close them as I’d cuffed both of her ankles to a spreader bar.

“Okay?” I asked.

She gave me a nod, as she couldn’t talk. I’d given her a ball-gag. Her muffled protests about what was going to happen next would be so sweet.

“And how do you safe word out?”

She clicked her fingers twice.

“Good girl.”

Scarlett told me she wanted to play this evening after her encounter with Drake’s mother yesterday. She wanted to feel safe under my command, hence why she’d chosen me, but she’d not specified anything else. I had free rein. It’s why I’d chained her up the way I had. She wouldn’t be able to do anything but watch and take what was given to her.

I got up on the bed in front of her and sat back against the headboard. She eyed me with an intense gaze as if she was trying to work out what I would do next. Picking up a little remote control from the side table, I turned on some sensual music, keeping the volume low.

“You like watching me, don’t you, little whore?”

She nodded. This wasn’t just for her. A part of me still needed to embrace the way she saw me. I’d fought so hard to stop feeling like I was second best. Scarlett had helped me. This would be another step forward. One that put me slightly out of my comfort zone, but what the fuck was the point in living in a world where you didn’t grow. Where you didn’t face the things holding you back.