The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(6)

I kissed the back of her neck and shoulder, biting the muscle softly, nibbling at her ear as I cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress. Finally impatient, I pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and drew down the entire side so that her breast spilled out. I grabbed it and squeezed, her nipple between my fingers and thumb. I tweaked it, and Kate gasped in response.

I rubbed the head of my cock over her folds from behind, aching to slide inside of her wet tightness, but wanting to build her up so that she would come very quickly.

Finally, I entered her, sliding my entire length inside right to the hilt, my hands on her hips. She groaned, her body clenching around me. I stayed in that position for a moment, breathing in deeply as I relished the pure pleasure.

"You look so good," I murmured, stroking her ass, my fingers tracing her garter belt, my cock all the way inside of her. "So damn beautiful…"

I began to thrust, the fingers of one hand brushing her clit, while the other hand played with her breast. When I glanced up, I caught her eye in the mirror and her expression was one of pure desire.

She came very quickly, as I expected and wanted. Usually, I’d tease her and tease her, denying her orgasm to make it even more powerful but tonight I wanted her to come and come fast. I didn’t want to wait.

"Oh, God," she gasped. "I…"

I grasped her hips and thrust hard and fast and that sent her over, her body convulsing around my cock, her legs shaking. She gasped as she came, her face a mask of pleasure. I stopped, wanting to feel her body convulsing around my cock, the spasms delighting me. I kissed her shoulder for a moment and began thrusting once more, watching our bodies where they joined, watching her face as I f*cked her hard, until finally, I felt the exquisite pleasure in my balls as I started to ejaculate and slammed into her, grunting in pleasure with each thrust.

I collapsed against her, breathing fast in her ear. We remained in that position for a moment and I turned her head and kissed her. "Stay like that," I said as I withdrew slowly. "I want to watch."


I withdrew and stepped backwards, sitting down on the chair across from the couch and examined Kate, watching as my semen dripped out of her.

"Tomorrow, after I'm finished with a few things at the hospital, I want you waiting for me here, naked except for your garters and stockings, blindfolded, kneeling beside the bed. We'll do a scene from my letters."

Kate nodded, but said nothing, for I expect she was a little shy about having me watch her so intently.

"Does that please you, Katherine?"

"Yes," she said, her voice soft. "It pleases me very much."

"You're going to let me tie you up and have my way with you tomorrow. I'm going to enjoy you exactly as I want to."

"Yes," she said. "You will."

"Good girl." I went to her, pulling her upright, turning her around and embracing her, our mouths finding each other in a passionate kiss.





CHAPTER THREE





The next day I spent my last few hours in the OR, finishing a few cases that required my expertise. That night, after I drove Kate to her apartment to pick up an extra charger for the laptop that she’d forgotten to pack, I was going to drop her off at 8th Avenue and make a brief run to the hospital to check in on the last of my surgical patients. After I was finished, I’d join her there and we'd do our scene.

"Will you take me to your apartment in Chelsea instead?" she said, out of the blue. It startled me but I tried to take it in stride. So far, we hadn’t gone to my place. I preferred to stay at the apartment on 8th Avenue.

I quirked an eyebrow, trying to stall for time. "Curious, are you?"

"I showed you mine. I think it's only fair to show me yours." She turned to me, and I could tell from her expression, that this was some kind of test. I finally smiled, amused at her attempt to get me to break another one of my rules. "Trying to figure me out are you, Ms. Bennet? Sometimes a little mystery is a good thing. You might be disappointed when you see it."

"Why?"

"It's not really all that interesting. Just a nice old apartment in a nice old apartment block. My broker recommended it and I bought it sight unseen. It was decorated professionally so there's not much of my personality in it."

"Still, I'd love to see it,” she said. “The Sanctum Sanctorum."

I laughed. "It's not the holiest of holies. It's just an apartment."

"If you really don't want to take me, we don't have to go but I will feel slighted."

"No, no," I said and shook my head. I glanced at her as we stopped at a stoplight, trying to sound unconcerned. I wasn’t sure what I had against taking Kate to my place. "If you really want to see it, we can drop by there now. In fact, if you want, we can do our scene there. I have quite a few toys…"

"I'm sorry,” she said and now her voice was full of reluctance. “It's just that I'd like to see how you lived before you met me."

"No, it's fine. As to how I lived before I met you," I said and cracked a grin. "I lived like a monk most of the time. I worked at the hospital. I gave lectures at Columbia. I attended fundraisers. I played racquetball at my club. And, when I had a submissive, I went to her apartment and tied her up and f*cked her. Sometimes, I went to a dungeon party or one of the local munches. That was pretty much it. I lived a bachelor's life, Kate. The Chelsea apartment is where I eat and sleep. 8th Avenue is my place. My refuge. When I think of us, I see us there."