The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(70)

After a moment, she replied.



I will obey.



I exhaled in relief, glad that finally, we had come to the right place where we both needed to be. What happened next would decide whether we stayed together or broke up. Both of us could want to be together but if neither of us got what we wanted – and needed – we wouldn’t be happy and eventually, we’d start to fight over small things and then break up, resenting each other or feeling dead to each other.



Be waiting for me as I described. Be prepared to be spanked, Katherine. Then, be prepared to be f*cked. I'll be there in 15.



I left the restaurant after I said goodbye to Mrs. O and went to the car, only slightly nervous about what would happen next. I had to handle Kate just right so that she would understand what the relationship meant – and what I needed. Only then would she get what she needed. Once I was outside the apartment, I called her cell and let it right twice before hanging up. That was our signal that I would be up in mere moments and that she was to be ready, waiting as I instructed. As I got out of my car and walked the short distance to the apartment on 8th Avenue, I imagined her on her knees by the bed, wearing her stockings and garters and nothing else, her hands clasped behind her back so that her breasts were jutting forward, her eyes down.

My body responded, my dick thickening, a delicious thrill in my groin despite my concern that this scene must go well.

When I finally entered the apartment, I was rock-hard and ready. I shucked off my boots and coat, then went to the kitchen to get the bottle of Anisovaya, downing a quick shot to help calm my nerves. Then I went to stand in the doorway to the bedroom and I took in the vision of Katherine – her naked flesh glowing in the late afternoon light from the window, her breasts full, her nipples hard in the cool air. Then my heart sunk. Tears slipped down her cheeks from under her blindfold and I knew then she was very upset. I hoped it was regret and not from anger for if it was, it meant she was not ready and had not understood.

Normal vanilla couples could lie to each other to their hearts content – about petty attractions to others, about what they really wanted and needed from the relationship. Couples involved in kink could not. There was too much at stake. Power exchange meant responsibility – the total giving over and taking of power and responsibility to the other partner. When a sub was completely helpless, she had to trust her Dom completely. When a Dom carried out an act on her body, whether it be painful or pleasurable, he had to know that the act would fulfill her and that she was truly consenting to it, or else it was just abuse and violation.

I went to where she knelt by the bed and sighed when I saw her part her lips, her bottom lip quivering slightly. She was regretful, not angry. She understood that this would be for the best.

I picked her up, and sat down on the bed with her across my lap. She slipped her arms around my neck, waiting, open. I kissed her, my lips on her cheek, kissing below each eye, wanting to take her sadness away.

"Oh, Katie," I whispered. Then my emotions overwhelmed my resolve and I kissed her deeply, unable to get enough of her, needing to feel her response to me. She kissed me back, pulling her body tightly against me. I ran my hands down her naked body, to her breast, squeezing, pulling her nipple taut between my finger and thumb, my dick hard against my jeans.

I had planned to spank her in punishment, but after seeing her like that, I couldn't do it. I realized that I didn’t want to hurt her – not even in punishment. I couldn’t imagine hurting her or making her cry. I only wanted her pleasure. Instead of spanking her in punishment, I decided that I would show her a sensual spanking – one designed to give her pleasure.

So instead of spanking her hard, I spent my time arousing her, kissing her. I lay on top of her, touching her, slipping my fingers between her lips to feel her clit, stroking it slowly, sinuously. She moaned when I kissed her shoulder and then claimed her nipple, sucking firmly, teasing it with the tips of my teeth.

I moved lower, my tongue slipping down over her belly to her *, finding her clit, and stroking. She responded with a moan, her breath coming in quick gasps as she neared her orgasm. Instead of letting her go over, I pulled off and turned her over my knee as I had done earlier, one hand pressing down on her upper back, the other on the back of her thighs.

"Will you lay quietly and submit? Don't speak," I said. "Nod your head. If you won't submit, I'll have to confine you with my leg."


She nodded without protest.

"Good girl," I said and kissed her shoulder.

I ran my hand over her buttocks softly, circling each one, playing with them, outlining them before slipping between them to touch her *. I leaned over and kissed her back, my mouth moving lower to the small of her back. I hiked up her ass a bit more, and kissed each cheek.

I was hard as rock.

I hit her buttocks with my right hand using a light rapid touch that was not meant to hurt but was instead meant to stimulate the entire area, get blood to the surface. The pain would be no more than a light tap at first, building up to a slight sting.

When I struck the inside of each buttock, the stroke was intended to arouse, to stimulate the whole area including her *. It worked. Soon, she was writhing beneath my hand, groaning with pleasure.

"Spread your thighs wider," I said, for I wanted to make sure I could penetrate her with the fingers on one hand while maintaining the light slapping of her ass with the other.