The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(11)

She smiled innocently. "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,” she said, smiling. “I felt very cheated. Like false advertising…" She pouted. For a moment, I took her seriously but then I laughed when I realized she was teasing me.

"I better get it together."

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

I grinned. "One of these nights, we could meet at 8th Avenue. You have a key. I'd want you to wait for me," I said, running a finger across the tops of her breasts, making her shiver. "Naked except for your stockings and garters 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," I said, holding a finger to her lips. "That's for me to decide. I'll text you and let you know."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her neck, my lips trailing down her throat to the swell of her breasts. I had to teach her to just submit, and stop asking when and what and how. It was hard for her – like she said, she’d been independent for quite a awhile, and as much as submission appealed to her, she fought it out of fear of what it meant about her. If I let her, she’d keep peppering me with questions and hoping for reassurances. I had to take control and not let her question my decisions and plans.

The best way to silence her was to take over and kiss her, arouse her, stop her talking. So I kissed her, my kiss soft, my fingers in her hair. Her mouth was so inviting, her lips soft and lush and parted willingly when I explored her with my tongue, finding hers, the touch of hers on mine making my cock jump.

I unbuttoned her sweater and ran my tongue along the top of one breast. She shivered, her skin all gooseflesh. I couldn’t get enough of her breasts, and rolled down the fabric of one cup, squeezing it, my thumb and finger tweaking the nipple to a hard point. She inhaled when I covered it with my mouth and sucked, my tongue soft against the hard nub. She groaned, and that sound made me even harder.

I had enough of her clothed and so I pushed her down on the bed and began to undress her, impatient to have her naked beneath me, struggling with her buttons before pulling the sweater off over her head. I pulled down the other cup and sucked on her nipple, and she gasped when I drew my teeth over the hard nub.

I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted to titillate her with the idea that a tiny bit of pain followed by pleasure could heighten the experience. I unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, pulling them off her hips slowly. Underneath was a matching pair of cream lace bikini panties.

"What are you going to do?" she said.

"Katherine," I replied, frowning for effect. "No questions."

She 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." I kissed her again, silencing her with my mouth, one hand squeezing a breast while the other cradled her head.

I ran my hands over her body, my fingers grazing her erect nipples, my palms sliding over her belly. I slipped one hand under her ass, pulling her up on the bed and I lay on top of her, grinding my erection hungrily against her groin. She whimpered, and thrust her hips up to meet me.

I kissed her again and traced a line from her throat to her shoulder and down to one breast, circling her nipple, before moving lower over her belly. I spread her thighs and slipped my fingers between her folds to the entrance to her body. She groaned and writhed under my touch and her responsiveness aroused me even more. I slid two fingers inside of her body and received a gasp in reward, her body trembling.


I left a trail of kisses and licks on her belly and lower until I was between her spread thighs, her body open to me completely. I kept her like that, enjoying the sight of her * spread out for me to see, keeping her open with a hand on each of her knees.

I left the bed and went to my closet and my bondage cupboard, which I had locked. I removed a key from a shelf and opened the lock. Inside the cabinet, I sorted through a selection of leather ties, straps, some thin nylon rope, several dildos and butt plugs and several long spreader bars.

I selected several leather cuffs, some longer straps, a small butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and returned, my hands behind my back.

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

She said nothing in reply, closing her eyes, biting her lip.

"Don't be nervous,” I said firmly. “Nothing I do will hurt."

She nodded and took in a deep breath, moving further up on the bed, lying with her hands over her head close to the headboard and her eyes closed.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips. First, I tied a soft cloth blindfold around her head, covering her eyes. I knew she’d be too curious to keep her eyes shut, especially when I used the butt plug, so I had to use the blindfold. It would heighten her anticipation, and focus her so that she paid attention to her body and what she was feeling instead of what things looked like. Next, I attached leather cuffs to each of her wrists before fastening them to the headboard. She pulled on them and was able to move an inch or two, no more.

I left the bed and went to the fridge, wanting to use some ice to introduce her to different sensations, the burn of ice something that would help her get over her fear of new experiences. I returned with a glass of ice and as I sat on the bed, I took an ice cube and pressed it against the skin of her neck. She gasped as I trailed the ice cube from the base of her throat below her collarbone, down between her breasts, circling each one, her skin all goose bumps. I held the ice against one nipple and then the other, each one tightening to hard points. The chill from the ice would be intense, almost bordering on pain. I held it on her nipple as long as I could and covered it with my mouth, my tongue circling it, stimulating it further.