The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(56)

When I thought she was ready, when I heard her breathing hard once more, felt her tremble, I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my erection, slipping the tip easily past her entrance.

"Relax, Katherine," I said. I added more lubricant and pushed slowly inside her a bit deeper, meeting more resistance. "Exhale. Blow out your breath."

She did without protest, and I was almost all the way inside.

"It's too much…" she said with a gasp.

I pulled back but didn't withdraw completely. Instead, I added more lube and pushed more slowly until I was all the way inside.

"Drake, please, I don't want this,” she said, her voice pleading. “I don't know if I can do this,"

"You already have," I replied, and she was so tight, it felt incredible.

She sucked in a breath. "You're inside of me?"

"Yes," I said. "All of me."

I didn’t move for a moment, wanting her to adjust. She relaxed a little beneath me, and so I began once more to stroke my fingers over her clit without moving. When she pressed against my fingers, I knew she was ready.

"Good girl," I whispered. "So good…"

I began to move very slowly while I stroked her, and each inch of her tightness made me ache with need. I had to use every ounce of my control not to thrust harder, faster for she was so tight. The thought I had penetrated her completely aroused me even more.


"Oh, God, you feel so good, so tight," I said and groaned, my lips at her shoulder. "Tell me when you're going to come.

I held back as much as possible, slowly withdrawing and gently thrusting, my fingers on her clit. Soon, I felt her body tense, her breathing hitch.

"Oh, God…" she gasped, “Oh, ohhh, ohhh.” Her body spasmed around my cock, clenching around it. I stopped and enjoyed the sensation.

When I felt her orgasm had waned, I kissed her shoulder and then turned her face to the side and kissed her mouth. When our kiss ended, I began thrusting again and I was so close, so aroused, that I came within moments, my body shuddering as I ejaculated.

"Fuck, f*ck, f*ck…. Kate…"

Kate collapsed onto the bed with me on top of her, still deep inside, still shuddering with pleasure. When I was finished, I lay still and gasped for breath, my orgasm so powerful that I needed a moment to recover. I kissed her neck and her shoulder, my pleasure intense, my love for her overwhelming.

I rose up and withdrew slowly, watching with my hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so I could watch my semen seep out of her body.

I caught her smile before she could turn her head away. She was amused at my kink. I sighed in mock frustration and lay back on top of her, kissing her cheek.

"Katherine, how can I be expected to stay in proper Dom headspace when my sub is so easily given to mirth?"

"Sorry," she said. "It's just that—"

I bent down once more, turning her face to me and kissed her to silence her, but I could barely stop from grinning myself.

"You make me so happy," I whispered. Then I kissed her neck, her shoulder, her cheek. "Stay here, my love."

I pulled away finally, kissing her shoulder and went to the bathroom. After I washed myself off, I ran a clean washcloth under the hot tap so I could provide her with aftercare. I returned to the bed and unfastened the cuffs around her wrists, then removed all traces of lube and semen from her body because I knew she’d be squeamish.

"I would have liked to have had a photographer here, you looked so delicious lying there all bound and wet."

When I was satisfied that she was clean, I stood her up and removed the blindfold and turned her around, untying the leather bindings, one by one. They left faint red lines crisscrossing her flesh, around her breasts and between her thighs.

"You look absolutely well-f*cked, Katherine," I said as I took her in, enjoying the signs of my bondage on her body.

I led her to the bathroom and we showered together. I took care to wash her tenderly. When we finished, I dried her off, and took her back to the bed. I sat on the edge and pulled her onto my lap.

"So," I said, running my fingers down her neck to her breasts. "How was that?"

"Can't you tell?" she asked, her cheeks pink from the shower, her hair wet.

"I want to hear your assessment. You were anxious."

She inhaled. "I was afraid. I knew it was supposed to be painless when done properly, but those were just words I've read or assurances from people. I was afraid you were too big for me. You are larger than average."

"I am," I said, grinning. "But that meant I had to take extra care to prepare you, make sure you were completely ready and relaxed. I would never do anything that hurt you, Kate. As long as we communicate freely and you trust me enough to relax, it won't hurt."

She nodded, not meeting my eyes. I tilted her chin up so she couldn't avoid me.

"So, you enjoyed it? It didn't hurt?"

"It almost hurt," she said. "It did burn and there was intense pressure…"

"You were right to tell me when it was starting to be too intense. I pulled back, took more time, used more lubricant. At the first sign of discomfort of any kind, you have to tell me. I'll adjust what I'm doing."

"You really enjoy this?"