The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(20)

Being out of control was something I didn’t want to experience again.



It was late in the afternoon when I was able to stop for a moment and take a breath before heading to the hospital for a quick check on my patients recovering on the main neurosurgery ward. I sat in my office and read over my files, my mind wandering to Kate and what she’d be doing at that moment. I expected she’d be waiting in anticipation of our scene, excited and slightly dreading the prospect of masturbating in front of me. I had to insist that she do so, for I wanted there to be no boundaries between us – no sexual boundaries. I wanted to be as deep into her libido as I could get, to understand every little kink and explore every nook and cranny of her desire. Watching her touch herself, make herself aroused, would give me incredible knowledge of her sexually, in addition to making me hard as a rock.

As I sat there imagining it, my cock thickened, a pleasant ache in my groin in anticipation of seeing her naked on the bed, her thighs spread wide, her * open and on display for me.

Making her masturbate to completion in front of me was just one more step in possessing her completely.



As per my instructions to her when I left that morning, I rang the apartment when I was on my way from the parking garage where I kept my car. I let the phone ring twice and hung up to signal her to be ready and in position. My own body responded to the thought of her lying on the bed naked, waiting for me and how delicious it would be to watch her make herself come. Doing so would break down one more wall between us. Soon, there’d be nothing left.

I ran up the stairs, eager to get inside, and slipped the key into the lock, knowing she’d be listening for the sound of me opening the door. I entered the apartment and removed my coat and boots, then I went immediately to the bedroom to check and see if she was as I had specified. I put on my best stern taskmaster expression and stood in the doorway.

She was there on the bed as I had directed, naked, her legs spread.

"Good girl," I said as I strode to the side of the bed, pulling off my suit jacket, and loosening my tie. I removed it and threw it on the chair against the wall and unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt. "Let me see how wet you are, Katherine." I bent down, resting a hand on the bed between her thighs, my face close to her *. I examined her, making a big show of it, unable to keep from smiling as I thought of how aroused she’d be. I frowned up at her, trying hard to keep in stern taskmaster mode.


"Did you touch yourself?"

She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "Only in the shower and to wash myself."

I nodded, but didn’t let up the guise of Dominant inspecting his sub. "Good. I want to watch the first time you do touch yourself for pleasure."

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

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

"Touch yourself. Watch me the entire time. Imagine it's my tongue touching you."

She slowly touched herself while I watched her intently, my eyes riveted to her *, watching every move. I dragged my eyes away to check if she was watching me as I commanded.

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

She didn’t say anything, frowning a bit.

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

She took in a deep breath. "I'd think of your body," she 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?" I said, urging her on, curious about how her mind worked when she pleasured herself.

I grasped my erection and began to slowly stroke my hand over its length while I watched her fingers on her clit. She pressed lightly on it, circling slowly at first. I glanced back up at her face and noted that she was busy staring at my cock and not my face as I demanded. She bit her lip when she realized I caught her.

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

"Sorry, Master," she said, contrite.

I knew she wanted to watch me masturbate as badly as I wanted to watch her, but I had to insist she keep her eyes on my face. I wanted that intimacy that watching my face would bring when I chose to look in her eyes. The gaze was such a powerful force to break down boundaries. Still, I enjoyed her curiosity and was aroused in turn by her eyes on my cock as I stroked my shaft and palmed the head, squeezing it to remove some more fluid to act as lubricant.

When I caught her eye, she was unable to suppress a guilty smile.

"Katherine," I said, trying my best to stay in role. "I want you focused on my face, my eyes. I want you to know I'm watching you. I'm seeing inside of you."

She held my gaze for a few seconds, but I was drawn back to her fingers on her clit, and how she stroked them over herself, faster.

"Slip two fingers inside of your * while you stroke your clit," I said, wanting to see her penetrate herself.

She complied, wetting first one then two fingers, slipping them slowly inside a couple of inches.

"Good girl," I said and the sight of her made my cock even harder. I caught her eye and nodded appreciatively. "Move your hips while you f*ck yourself with your fingers. The way you do when I do it."