The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(2)

Someone who knew what he was doing and wouldn’t go too far.

Me, in other words.

"Of course not,” I said. “But we could arrive a bit early…"

She said nothing and I knew she was imagining it. Probably smiling to herself. "What time would we meet them?" I asked.

"The usual time. Seven-thirty."

"Tell your dad it's my treat and that I insist,” I said, using my best authoritative voice. “I'll reserve the fourth floor at the Russian Tea Room. Now, as for you, Ms. Bennet, I'll pick you up at your father's at six-forty five and we'll arrive a half hour early. Remember my rules for going out in public. I want you wearing that black dress you wore at the fundraiser and your stockings and garters. Nothing underneath. Put your hair up so I can see your collar and get at that neck of yours. You'll be so wet when we get to the restaurant, I imagine I could make you come very easily."

"If you really want this," Kate said, her voice breathy and hesitant at the same time.

"I really want this, Katherine. I'm getting hard thinking about slipping my fingers inside of you while we're sitting at the table. I'm going to have to do some serious meditation and deep breathing to get rid of my not so little problem before I go to my next meeting…"

"I wish I could help you with that problem, Doctor Morgan."

I laughed. "I do as well. You'll help me later."

"See you and it at six-forty five," she said.

"That's my good girl. I love you."

"I love you, too."

I ended the call, imagining having Kate at my disposal. It would be hard to sit through another meeting, but I’d give it my best.



After another hour of sitting and listening to staff brief me on the performance of my father’s company for the fourth quarter, trying to keep my focus on the matter at hand, I was able to slip out early and make my way to the 8th Avenue apartment. Kate texted me to say she was ready earlier than planned and would use her father’s limo service and meet me at the apartment. I arrived before Kate once more, kicking myself because I knew Kate wanted to be waiting for me the way I had outlined in my letters to my subs, but life, apparently, had other plans for us. I had a very quick shower, dressed in a dark suit appropriate for the night at The Russian Tea Room, and poured two glasses of Anisovaya. I waited only slightly patiently for my beautiful submissive in training to arrive. I stood at the large multi-paned window looking out over the street below and watched the traffic, searching for the limo that would bring Kate to me. The sun had already set and the streetlights caught the soft flakes of snow as they fell to the street.

Since New Year’s Eve, my life had been in complete turmoil. I never thought I wanted or needed a partner but I was wrong and it was only when I had her to myself that I felt truly happy. Not only was she submissive sexually, she was intelligent and socially aware, even if her politics were left of center. She was delicious, with a body meant for sex and a mind meant for submission.

I broke all my rules for her. Every single one. I was, perhaps, the happiest I had been in a long time in spite of it.

I saw the limo and immediately felt a surge of adrenaline, smiling at the prospect of seeing her pretty face as she stepped out of the vehicle. My cell chimed and I looked at my messages.



I’m on my way to the apartment.



I knew she’d be disappointed I was there first once more but there was no helping it.



I’m already here.



There was a pause but then she responded.



I’m outside.



I texted her back, a smile on my face as I watched her stand on the sidewalk and look up at the building.



I’m waiting for you…



When she opened the door, I was waiting for her, two glasses of Anisovaya in my hands.

"Ms. Bennet…"

"Dr. Morgan," she said, trying to be formal but failing due to her barely hidden smile. "I see you've got everything well in hand."

"Always," I said, smiling back. "I hope to have you well in hand all evening.” I watched as she removed her boots and stood before me, waiting for my commands. “I hope you obeyed my orders about your manner of dress."

"Do you doubt it?"

"Of course not, but you have quite a will. One I intend to tame."

"Tame?" she said, matching my mock stern tone, enjoying this little game. "What could you possibly mean by that, Doctor?"


"Tame," I said, handing her the glass. "To make docile, tractable, obedient. To domesticate. To harness, to control."

We shot back the Anisovaya, and I sighed as the liquor burned in the nicest possible way in my throat and stomach. I associated it with sexual pleasure and so enjoyed the burn.

"You like your women tame?" she said, tilting her head to one side. There was a playful look in her eyes so I knew she wasn’t offended by my choice of words.

"No," I said, taking the glass from her hands and placing them on the table by the door. "After meeting you, I realized I like them quite the opposite. I like them wild, willful, self-prepossessed. What I love is taming them. I love the battle of wills." I helped her off with her coat and hung it over the chair in the entry. I took her in my arms, pulling her against my body, brushing a lock of hair from her pink cheek. "I love the planning, the reconnaissance, the approach, the first engagement, the attack, the resistance, the eventual surrender."