The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(5)

We remained like this, Kate in position before me, for a few more moments, and when my cell chimed Kate startled and tried to stand up, but I placed one hand on her back to stop her from getting up just yet.

The hostess said Ethan and Elaine had arrived and asked if I wanted her to bring them up.

"Yes, you can bring them up," I said, totally in control. "But give me a couple of minutes first. Show them the new ice sculpture. Introduce them to the chef."

I ended the call and Kate tried to stand up straight again but I stopped her once more.

"No." I ran my fingers down the small of her back, between her ass cheeks to her *, my fingers teasing the entrance to her body, my thumb stroking over her clit, which was nice and hard and swollen.

"Drake…"

"The more you resist, the longer I'll take."

She said nothing while I stroked her clit more firmly, and soon her breath was coming in short gasps. Finally, I pulled her dress down, turned her around and stroked my hands over her hair, adjusting her dress to make sure everything was presentable.

I ran a hand over my erection and buttoned my jacket to cover it. I dipped my fingers in my glass of vodka and licked them off, smiling at Kate when I did. I dipped a corner of a handkerchief into the vodka and wiped my mouth.

"My two favorite things – your * and vodka."

Kate couldn't help but smile back, although her cheeks were flushed red and I knew she was anxious about her parents finding us. "How am I going to get through this dinner?" she said, her voice breathy with unmet desire.

"You'll manage. Keep imagining what I'm going to do with and to you when we're alone later."



I went to the double doors and opened them when I heard their voices coming from the direction of the elevator. I welcomed them both, taking them off the hostess's hands.

“There you are,” I said, smiling, reaching a hand out to Ethan for a shake.

“Glad to see you my boy,” Ethan replied.

I bent to Elaine and kissed her cheek.

"Please bring up more caviar," I said to the hostess, and ushered them into the room.

Kate kissed Ethan’s and then Elaine’s cheeks. "I'm so glad you suggested this," Kate said. "I never thought I'd say it but I love caviar."

We sat around the coffee table and I poured them both a shot each of vodka.

“To your health,” I said. They all responded in kind and downed the vodka. Ethan seemed especially pleased to be here and smacked his lips in appreciation, reaching for one of the last blini to follow his shot.


We caught up with each other’s days and I asked Ethan about his campaign. Elaine asked me about the job in Africa and so I described what I’d be doing to help Michael at the hospital and told her about the Medical College. Kate took my hand, squeezing it, smiling up at me.

I smiled when I saw the expression on her face – she was clearly happy. I leaned over and kissed her briefly before turning back when the cocktail waitress brought more blini and caviar.

I held up my glass. "Za vas," I said, looking at everyone in turn. "To us."

"To us," Ethan replied. He held up his glass, as did Elaine and Kate. Together, we shot back the vodka and turned to the blini and caviar once more.



I ordered a sample menu, enjoying the savory specialties of the Chef on the line that night. When each course came, I described it and where each dish came from in Russia, familiar with the most popular dishes.

I turned back, picked up my glass of wine, and toasted us once again. I knew that my father would be pleased to see me with his old friend and especially with Kate, probably imagining that she’d moderate my political conservatism. Instead, it would be me who encouraged her sexual liberalism. Whatever the case, Kate and I were happy together and I hoped I had learned enough about women and life that I didn’t make the same mistakes he made with my mother.

I was determined not to let that happen. Kate’s happiness was everything to me.



After our coffee and dessert, and following our goodbyes to Ethan and Elaine, Kate and I were back in my car and headed to the apartment on 8th Avenue. The streets were less busy and huge snowflakes fell lazily from a cloud-covered sky, the lights of the city reflecting on the cloud surface, lighting up the streets.

Once we were back in the apartment, I could barely wait to ravish Kate, and after I removed our coats and threw both onto the chair by the door, I pushed Kate into the living room, guiding her with hands on her hips, biting playfully at her neck.

"Now, my lovely Katherine," I said, pulling her hair out of its clip, smoothing it with my hands. "It's time to do your duty for your Master."

I pushed her to the couch so that she stood in front of it and leaned over, her arms on the back, her knees spread wide. I pulled up her dress so that her bare ass was once more there for my enjoyment. And enjoy it I did – her ass was perfect, round, full, soft. Her * peeked out from beneath her buttocks, and I could barely wait to push myself inside of her.

I unfastened my belt buckle and unzipped my fly, letting my pants and boxer briefs fall to the floor. I leaned over her, one hand sliding around her waist to her *, fingers spreading her until I found her clit, which I began to massage. With the other hand, I brushed her long hair out of the way and pulled down the shoulder of her dress.