The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7)

by Lund, S. E.

  It was my thing.

  "Oh, Kate." I tried to pull her hands away from her face. "I'm not laughing at you."

  I was laughing because I was in a state of fucking bliss but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

  "Don't," she said and turned her face away.

  I wouldn’t have it. She couldn’t retreat now for my cock was deep inside of her. She was going to look me straight in the eye and know I made her come hard with very little stimulation.

  "No modesty allowed with me." I thrust once more inside of her, my thumb pressing on her still-hard clit and was rewarded with another clench of her body around my cock. "That was just so fast. You really needed a hard cock in you."

  Then, she struggled with me, twisting and turning on the bed, turning her face away from me, her cheeks red.

  Why was she so damn embarrassed? Most women would be happy to come as easily as Kate had.

  My cell phone alarm beeped, and I remembered. "Oh, fuck. Lara…"

  I had to withdraw from Kate’s delicious body, my cock still hard as rock, and get my phone.

  It was Lara, right on time. I’d taken longer than I planned and forgot about the call. It was another slip in my usual firm control over things.

  "Hi, it's me,” I said.

  “Drake… What’s going on? You know the rules. You should have called me five minutes ago.”

  “We're in the middle of things…"

  “Yeah? I don’t care what you were doing. This isn’t like you. You’re usually fastidious about safety routines. Put Kate on so that I know she’s okay.”

  I frowned. Why wouldn’t she be okay? I knew Lara was just following proper procedure, unlike me, but it still irked me that she could even imagine I would hurt Kate.

  "Just a minute." I went to the bed and tried to hand the phone to Kate. "It's Lara. She wants to talk to you, make sure you're all right."

  Kate turned on her side and pushed the phone away, not looking at me, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm fine.”

  I held the phone back up to my ear. "She says she's fine."

  “Not good enough, Drake. You know the rules. Put her on. I have to speak to her directly.”

  I exhaled in frustration. Damn. This wasn’t like me. What did Kate do to me that I lost control over the situation, lost track of time?

  I tried to hand the phone to her once more but she fought me, covering her face with her arms. I gave up and left the bedroom so I could speak with Lara more openly. I went down the hallway to the living room and stood looking out the window at the street below.

  "Lara, she's a bit emotional right now," I said quietly, not wanting Kate to hear.

  “Why is she emotional? What happened? Drake, this isn’t like you. You’re the pro at this.”

  I shook my head, surprised at it myself. "I barely even had it in her. Seriously, I hardly did anything. Like, two minutes…"

  “You should have taken it slow. She’s obviously upset.”

  "I'm not an idiot frat boy," I said, a bit too forcefully, pissed that Lara saw me as inept. "I did take it slow. Christ, She was just so ready…"

  “Look, I know you really like her. Maybe too much, but you have to get things under control, Drake. Calm her down. Have her call me so I know she’s okay. I’m only letting you off because I know you really like her and want this to work out. Do it now.”

  "I will. She will," I said. "Thanks for understanding."

  When I returned to Kate’s bedroom, she was gone. I saw that the en suite bathroom door was closed, the light on. I knocked.

  "Kate, let me in."

  She replied, her voice sounding mortified. "Just go."

  "Don't be like that,” I said, using my calm voice. The voice I used during surgery when I had a patient on the table who was upset. “Let me in. We have to talk."

  She didn’t respond so I went inside, knowing I had to get control over the situation and fast or else things would go south. When I entered, she was standing at the sink with a washcloth covering her eyes. I put my arms around her from behind, pulling her against me, my cock still semi-hard and pressed against her lower back.

  "Kate, why are you crying?"

  "I'm not."

  I turned her around and removed the washcloth, and she was lying of course. Her eyes were red, her nose red. I embraced her, pushing her head against my shoulder, holding her for a moment.

  After a moment, she seemed a bit calmer, so I led her out of the bathroom and to the living room. I pulled her down on the sofa, positioning her so that she straddled my hips, my hard cock trapped between us.

  She relaxed finally and laid her head on my shoulder.

  "I should have been more aware of how you were doing, Kate,” I said, my voice soft. “I was just so aroused myself, too busy enjoying myself to notice, a little shocked. That was sloppy of me and won't happen again. I really didn't think anything would happen…"

  "You were laughing at me."

  "No, no," I said, shaking my head. "I wasn't laughing at you. I was delighted with you. I was ecstatic. You're so responsive."

  I tried to catch her eyes but she was still embarrassed.

  "Look at me,” I said and took her chin in my hand, turning her face toward me.

  Finally, she made eye contact and when our eyes met, my cock jumped, for she was so deliciously disheveled, her hair a bit wild, her eyes wide. She looked as if she’d been well-fucked and satisfied. God, what an effect she had on me.

  I inhaled shakily. "I didn't think you'd come so fast and so easily. I didn’t even get to taste you."

  "I'm so embarrassed," she whispered, her eyes closing. "You barely did anything to me. I've never been that fast before."

  "Don't be,” I said, smiling softly. “It means you can come many times in a session. You don't know how pleased that makes me." I brushed hair off her cheek. "Sweet submissive Kate. You really are a sub, little one. I just proved it without even trying."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I didn't really even have my Dom hat on with you – not fully,” I said, smiling at the expression on her face, “…and you were totally responsive to me and what I was doing and saying and how I was touching you. You have no idea how that kind of response is so addictive."

  It was addicting. I wanted more of it – right away.

  "You didn't," she said, glancing down at my still-semi hard erection. "You know…"

  "No, I didn't come," I said, stifling a laugh at her shyness. "Way too fast for me. Next time you can do me twice in payback."

  She tucked her face into the crook of my neck. "Won't you get blue balls or something?"

  "I'll be fine, Kate. But I did want to ask you something,” I said, trying to frame my question just right so I didn’t scare her off answering. “Do you always come during intercourse?"

  "No,” she said, shaking her head solemnly. “Never with a partner."

  I frowned. "What does that mean, with a partner?"

  "Well," she said, her cheeks reddening.

  "What?"

  "I do with…" She paused, shrugging one shoulder, and when she spoke, her voice was barely audible. "You know."

  "With what?” I said, still confused, trying to interpret her words. “Tell me, Kate. You can't shock me. Your fingers?"

  She shook her head. "I got this gift at a bachelorette party and…"

  Then I got it. She used a sex toy. "A dildo or a vibrator?"

  "The first one."

  A jolt of blood shot to my dick, which was now even more interested in this conversation. "You use a dildo?"

  I pushed her down onto the couch, unable to hide my grin, filled with lust and mirth that threatened to spill out in laughter. And made my dick hard as rock again.

  "Sweet little Ms. Bennet using a dildo to get off? Oh, God…" I dipped my mouth next to her ear and whispered. "I won't be able to sleep tonight imagining it."

  When I pulled back, she had covered her eyes. "I can't believe I admitted to that!"

  "Oh, yo
u have to admit to things like that with me, Kate,” I said, absolutely totally delighted that she admitted it and that she had actually made herself come with a dildo. “I have to know these things. You are a little kinky after all. A dildo? How big? What color?"

  She bit her lip and turned away.

  "Come on,” I said, leaning down closer. “Tell me!"

  "I looked it up on Google," she said, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh. "It's flesh colored and called…” Then she giggled, her eyes lighting up. "Mr. Big."

  I laughed out loud at that. "Well, then, I'm perfect for you!"

  Kate was almost crying with laughter at that and I pulled her closer, my arms around her, my face nestled in her neck. Visions of her playing with a dildo, making herself come with it, made me even harder. But I was enjoying how free she had been, admitting to something so personal and intimate.

  "So, tell me details," I said, pulling her up and positioning her so that she once more was straddling my hips. I had a thousand questions, the answers I knew would be fuel for my masturbatory fantasies. "When did you start using it? Was it before or after flyboy? How often do you use it?"

  "Drake! I can't talk about this!" She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to turn her head away.

  "Oh, yes you can,” I said and held her chin so she had to look in my eyes. “You must. This is like Pandora's Box. Once you mention it, you have to tell me everything. Did you use it before or after flyboy?"

  "After," she said. I was pleased that she was willing to continue revealing little tidbits about her sexual history. Not only would it give me insight into what she was like sexually, it would create a degree of trust and intimacy between us so I could really take control during sex. "My friend's bachelorette party about eight months ago. We all got one. It was a Carrie Sex in the City party."

  "And? Details. Come on."

  She shrugged her shoulder. "I tried it, but it was too big. So I just kind of played with it a bit. You know…"

  "No, I don’t know,” I said, urging her on. “You have to describe it."

  "I can't…"

  "I'll make you show me right now if you don't tell me." I gave her a mock glare.

  "No way!" She shook her head. "I do just what you did. You know, just playing around a bit outside, going in a bit but not too deep at first… Eventually, I got the hang of it and I think I found my G-Spot."

  "You sure did get the hang of it."

  I pulled her against my body and took in a deep breath, kissing her neck. I wanted to assure her that what she told me was not at all shameful. It was wonderful.

  "Oh, sweet Kate, don't be embarrassed about that. You don't have any idea how much men want to learn something like that about their lover."

  "It's embarrassing."

  "Oh, no, baby. There isn’t a heterosexual man alive who'd think less of you if he knew. In fact, he'd be pleased that you can come from his dick alone. That's not all that common."

  "I wanted to be able to. It frustrated me that I couldn’t. I only used to be able to through oral and it felt like there was something wrong with me. So when I got Big, I decided to try…"

  I smiled and stroked her cheek, trying to keep her talking. I wanted to mine as much of her secrets as I could so she’d feel completely at ease with me sexually. I wanted her to let me do what I wanted, when I wanted, where I wanted and how I wanted. To accomplish that, she had to trust me.

  "You call it Big?"

  "After Big on Sex and the City. Carrie's boyfriend. We used to joke with each other about it. Has Big visited you lately?" She raised her eyebrows suggestively. " How's Big doing? Still such an upright kinda guy? Still as reliable as ever? Never lets a girl down. That kind of thing."

  I laughed and then pulled her against me, burying my face in her neck. My arousal, my desire for her fought with this growing sense of affection for her, sympathy for her.

  I wanted to fuck her so badly.

  Instead, I decided that she’d had enough for one night. It was late and I had to get home and get to bed. I had surgery early and was fastidious about being in top shape for the grueling six hour procedure.

  "Come," I said and pulled her back into the bedroom. I lay on the bed and pulled her on top of me, my arms stroking down her back. Nothing sexual, just affection and physical contact to calm her and take care of her after such an emotionally charged experience.

  Sex with a new lover as always difficult and fraught with emotions. I had to provide Kate with aftercare so she’d feel positive about what happened.

  She lifted her head and looked in my eyes. "You don't want to…"

  "To what?" I said, playing deliberately dumb.

  "You know…"

  "Fuck you?" I had to bite back a laugh. "It's getting too late and I don't like to rush." I glanced at my watch. "It's almost past the witching hour." I took hold of her face and stroked her cheek. "I have to go in five. Have an early morning in the OR but I wanted to just lie here for a while with you. Make sure you're OK."

  "I'm fine," she said, and she did sound good. She sounded happy – as if she had overcome some kind of hurdle or obstacle. Or fear.

  I thought she was pleased that I was pleased. I kissed her softly, my dick still a bit hard, but quickly flagging.

  "Are you OK? You're still a bit…"

  "I'll be fine," I said, smiling at the way she avoided saying it directly. “It’s not the first time I've left a woman half-erect and won't be the last time."

  "You don't want to just…" she said, raising her eyebrows again.

  I squeezed her, delighted in her shyness. "Just have a quickie? A quick ram from behind?"

  She nodded, her cheeks heating.

  "I'm tempted but no," I said and rolled over on top of her, watching her as I stroked her cheek. I suspected she feared that I was going home unfulfilled sexually, but she couldn’t have been more wrong. Despite the miscalculation on my part about how close she was to her orgasm, the fact she came so easily made me ecstatic. I didn’t expect it to be so quick or easy. I actually felt a little dizzy remembering how I had to fuck her hard and fast once I recognized she was over the edge.

  I couldn’t wait to eat her and feel her coming beneath my mouth and tongue.

  "I don't want to use your body like that right now but next time?" I said, trying to look serious, Dom-ish, although I felt anything but at that moment. "Next time I will use your body for my pleasure entirely. I intend to fuck you without you coming, just a straight desperate fuck so that we're even."

  She responded physically to my tone and words.

  Oh, Kate... You are a sub – a reluctant one, but you truly are…

  "Why not now?" she asked, her eyes wide.

  "Not now – not the first time. The first time is all about you. We don't have time to get you back in the mood after that laughing fit. As fast as you were, I know you won't be that fast again and I don't have time. I can wait until next time."

  We remained like that for a few more minutes, a pleasant silence between us that was not at all awkward.

  I sighed, not wanting to go, wishing I could call in and cancel my first surgery so I could work her up again and fuck her properly, but I had patients waiting, desperate for my expertise.

  "I have to go."

  I rose from the bed and went to the bathroom, removing the condom from my still-semi hard cock. I felt Kate’s eyes on me from where she stood at the bathroom door. She probably hadn’t been with a man often. I enjoyed knowing she was curious about me, my body. I took a piss, and smiled to myself when she averted her eyes.

  "I have no shame, Kate, about anything to do with the body. You shouldn't either. Not with me."

  After washing my hands, I went to the bedroom and dressed with her as my audience. After I draped my tie around my neck, leaving it loose, I went to her and tipped her chin up with a finger, kissing her, a kiss that surprised me with how much affection I felt for her. I felt as if we’d been through an ordeal together that ended well.


  How I wished I could call in sick, arrange to have someone else take my OR time, cancel, but I couldn’t do that.

  "Until next time," I said, catching her eye. "There will be a next time, I hope? You'll give me another chance?"

  "Yes, please," she said, the eagerness plain in her voice.

  "I look forward to it,” I said. “I'm going to edit your agreement and send you a revised copy in email tonight. I want you to read it and consider it. Sign it. I want this for real, Kate. I think we're a good match." I kissed her again. "Promise me you'll consider it."

  "I will."

  She gave me my coat and I pulled it on and then kissed her once more, stroking her cheek with a thumb, feeling as if I couldn’t get enough of her. I hadn’t had enough of her.

  Not nearly enough.

  "Call Lara now, so I know you have,” I said as I stood at the door. “She'll be waiting."

  Kate retrieved her phone from her bag, dialed and then waited, her eyes meeting mine without shyness.

  "Hi, Lara?" she said and smiled at me, and her smile did something to my insides. "It's Kate. I'm fine."

  I nodded, pleased that she was so relaxed now, so calm. Then, as much as I hated doing it, I left her apartment.

  As I walked down the stairs to the street, a feeling of euphoria built in me so that when I got out onto the sidewalk, I could have jogged all the way to the parking garage down the street.

  Then I realized I would look like a fool. I had the biggest grin on my face, which no matter what I did, would not go away because I had her. She had given herself to me, let me take control – although I’d done a piss-poor job at maintaining it.

  She wanted me.

  I’d rip up that silly agreement she sent me and write up a real submission contract.

  Then she’d be mine completely.

  I exhaled and walked calmly back to my car.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The next morning I woke early and worked on the boilerplate submission agreement I had started on my computer the week earlier while I drank my coffee. I wanted to put a few finishing touches on it after my night with Kate.