by S. E. Lund
There was no convincing Sunita otherwise. I had hurt her, using a flogger, riding crop and finally a cane, but it was consensual and I didn’t enjoy it. It didn’t make me erect, and all it did was make me consider the damage done to the tissues in a non-erotic and solely medical way.
I finally stood up to Lara and said that I was definitely not a sadist, did not respond sexually to inflicting pain, and that I wanted to find a sub who was more appropriate to my own tastes. In other words, not into pain. I had nothing against those whose tastes ran to S&M but it wasn’t for me. I tried it and I didn’t like it.
End of story.
Except the story was coming back to haunt me, potentially destroying the one relationship I’d had for years that actually made me feel love.
I arrived home a few hours later and Kate was fast asleep, her hair a mess on the pillow, the covers tucked under her chin.
I crept in beside her and didn’t wake her, falling asleep within moments, the comfort of her warm body next to mine a wonderful sleep aid.
In the morning, I woke up and slipped out of bed early, deciding to run a bath for us both. When I returned to the bedroom, naked, I saw that she was awake, and was lying on her back, rubbing her eyes.
"Would you like a nice bath? I feel like a soak."
She smiled and that was all the answer I needed.
She crept out of bed, still a little shy with me despite our relationship, and quickly brushed her teeth. I joined her at the sink and when we were finished, she slipped into the bath.
I took a moment to enjoy her as she did, her soft skin, softer curves, the angle of her cheeks all becoming so familiar to me. I felt as if I was imprinting her onto my memory as protection in case Dawn’s attempt to separate us was successful. I’d do everything I could to stop that, but I had learned the hard way that there was no controlling someone who didn’t want it. If Kate was going to listen to Dawn, it was because she preferred to hear her version of the story instead of mine.
Kate was the best thing that had happened to me since Maureen and I divorced. If I could keep her, make her mine, I would use every tool in my romantic and sexual toolbox to do so.
I stepped into the tub after she had submerged herself, noting a narrowing of her eyes, a contemplative expression on her face while she watched me.
"What's that look, Ms. Bennet? What's going on in that mind of yours?"
She smiled. "Drawing you naked. Or photographing you naked."
I made a face at that as I sat down, the water rising, threatening to overflow the rim.
"I don't want photos taken of me, but you could draw me, as long as you kept my face out of it…"
"If you want,” she said. “I'd love to draw or photograph that delicious body of yours. I've never drawn a male nude before or photographed one. I might get so aroused doing it that I'd need you to…" she said and raised her shoulder, her cheeks pink.
"Need me to what?" I grinned and leaned forward, pulling her onto my lap in the water. "I'm always up for giving you a good fucking, Ms. Bennet, if that's what you need…"
I kissed her and ran my hands up and down her back. I pulled back and looked at her, tucking hair behind her ear. "I know you're always horny in the morning. How would you like to be fucked today? Tell me what that big heart of yours desires. I don't have much time, but I'm sure we could pull something off."
She shrugged a shoulder in her characteristic way. "I don't care, Drake. Whatever you think. Whatever you want. I know I'll enjoy it."
I nodded. "I'm considering."
I did consider. She was so delicious with her bright eyes and nicely pink skin from the heat of the water that I wanted to watch her pleasure herself. I wanted to watch her masturbate purely in a voyeuristic manner but I knew I’d be pushing it to ask her this now. Instead, she could use me as her Big.
"What I want," I said, my voice low. "What I want is for you to use me like an object. I'd like to watch you use Big some day, but using me to get off would do fine as well. To watch you do yourself using my body… I think that's what I want."
Her eyes widened at that and I knew it was a bit risqué for her shy sensibilities, and I wasn’t usually into passivity, but I wanted to remove every bit of shyness in her. I wanted her to be a lusty wanton woman, seeing my body as her playground.
I helped her up and poured clean tap water over her to rinse off the bubbles. She stepped out of the tub and started to dry off. While she did, I felt her eyes on me, and that look of lust and anticipation made me hard. Her eyes were glued to my groin, watching my body respond, my cock thickening, slowly starting to rise. She smiled to herself and that made me even harder.
I poured water over myself to rinse off then ran my hands through my wet hair, deliberately trying to entice her. I knew I had a good male physique, and worked out regularly so I had some definition in my abs and arms and thighs. Although not a body builder and so not cut, I was lean and my muscles were visible. She seemed to enjoy my little display of masculine nakedness. When I stepped out of the tub, she took a towel and started to dry me off, starting at my shoulders and working her way down. I stood still, smiling, my eyes on her, watching her face as she moved the towel over my body.
My cock twitched when she dried it, and she couldn’t keep from smiling. I wanted to comment, but decided to let her take the lead in this, at least as much as I could given my nature.
She took my hand and led me through the door to the bedroom and the large four-poster bed, the sheets and coverlet rumpled.
"Here," I said, and sat with my hands behind me on the bed, my thighs spread, my rapidly hardening cock laying lazily to the side. "Lick me."
So much for giving over control.
Kate knelt down and moved between my thighs, licking me, her tongue and lips sliding up and down my shaft to the head and back down again.
When her lips circled the head and took me fully inside her mouth, I groaned. She sucked and licked me until I was rigid, breathing fast, my heart racing. I stopped her, pulling her off me. I could have come if she kept it up, and didn’t want it to end so quickly. I wanted to watch her fuck me until she came first.
"That's enough." I moved back onto the bed so that I leaned against the headboard with my arms spread out on either side. "Come here," I said. "Fuck me." I waited while she straddled my hips, tilting her head like she was wondering how to do this.
I sat up a bit more, helping position her. She moved closer and rubbed herself against my shaft, her labia sliding along my erection, up and down. She closed her eyes and I could see that she enjoyed the sensation. I leaned forward, trying to catch one of her nipples with my mouth, knowing that nipple stimulation would arouse her even more. She stopped her motions so that I could, letting me suck her nipples, one after the other. I grabbed one breast and squeezed it while I sucked her nipple, grazing it with my teeth. I leaned back and caught her eyes.
"Sit on me."
I held my cock so that it jutted out. She started to move again, and this time, she sat on the head, rising up high enough so that it penetrated her a bit, before sliding along the shaft once more. After a few moments of sitting deeper and deeper onto me, she finally took me in completely, sitting on me with her full weight so that I filled her up. She gasped, her eyes closing in pleasure.
"That's what I want to hear."
Her cheeks were pink, her eyes closed, her lips parted in pure delight and that is what I wanted – for Kate to finally lose her inhibitions, to pleasure herself.
She moved slowly with my cock inside of her, resting her hands on my shoulders. She rode me this way for a few moments, every now and then withdrawing completely to rub herself against me before sitting on me again.
It didn't take long before she was ready and I had learned to listen and watch her body for the signs – her sexual flush on her chest and neck, her nipples hard, her breath fast.
"Open your eyes," I said, wanting our eyes locked when she came so that there was nothing between us. No
shyness, no shame. Just pure bliss. She did, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open.
"Oh, God, oh, God…"
"That's it," I said. "Come for me."
Her whole body tensed as she came, her eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open.
"Look at me," I commanded and she struggled to open her eyes. "That's so good, Katherine."
When she finished, she collapsed against me, her arms around my neck and her face pressed against my shoulder. I let her recover for only a moment. She sat up straight again and met my eyes.
"So?" she said, licking her lips. "Was that what you wanted to see?"
"Exactly what I wanted to see, Ms. Bennet. I believe I might make this a regular part of our lovemaking."
"Lovemaking?" she said, as if she were surprised I used that word. "That wasn't lovemaking. It was me fucking you until I came."
I leaned closer and kissed her. "Whatever you say."
She laid her head against my shoulder again, then she started to move on me, but I stopped her.
"My turn," I said and lifted her up. I turned us over, remaining inside of her.
She smiled. "We're really a very vanilla couple," she said while I positioned myself above her.
"We are.” I agreed, a laugh escaping me. “We'd be booed out of the dungeon.” I leaned down and kissed her shoulder softly. “Now, be quiet Ms. Bennet. You talk far too much, like your namesake." I silenced her with a kiss and that was the end of our playful banter.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her feet rested on the side. I grabbed hold of her hips and began to thrust, watching as my cock slid inside of her and enjoying the sight of it. I reached up to squeeze a breast, then leaned down to suck a nipple, my hands running over her body, hungry to touch her now that I was the active one. I needed to feel her skin beneath my hands, to squeeze her delicious breasts, to suck her nipples, to hear her little gasp of pleasure when I did.
I took her feet in my hands and held them, spreading her thighs wide, all the time watching as I fucked her, my thrusts increasing in tempo until finally, my own orgasm started, the pleasure blinding in intensity as I ejaculated deep inside of her.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck…"
I thrust slow and deep, my eyes closed despite my own best attempts to keep them open and on hers.
When I was finished, I collapsed onto her and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.
I dressed quickly after we finished washing up and left the apartment with a promise to return later after several meetings I had at the hospital, wrapping up my work before we left.
Once I arrived in my office, I called Lara on my cell.
“Hey, Drake,” she said, sounding a bit distracted. “What’s up?”
“Complications,” I said. “Kate’s friend found Sunita and brought it up to her. I had to spend quite some time calming her fears that I’m a closet sadist.”
She sighed. “I told her you weren’t, multiple times, Drake.”
“Tell her again, okay? I told her a bit about our time together during training but it might be a good idea to tell her in your own words.”
“Okay, if you think so.” There was a pause. “You really, really like this girl, don’t you?”
“I really, really do.”
“Okay then,” she said. “But seriously, Drake. I’m going to have to put out a sexual therapy and couples therapy shingle and start charging. You two…”
I laughed at that. “You should. I’d owe you a fortune.”
I hung up and smiled, glad a million times over that I met her. I sat staring at the phone, thinking about Sunita and the harm she could still do to me if she really wanted to. What Dawn could do to me.
I pulled on my lab coat, hung a stethoscope around my neck and made my way to the neurosurgery ward to check on my patients.
CHAPTER SIX
During the rest of the week, both Kate and I spent our time finishing off our own individual plans before leaving for Kenya. I had to wrap up my cases, handing off new patients to my colleagues who were taking over for me.
I practiced with Mersey on Wednesday as usual, and spent some time afterwards with Ken and the guys, drinking and talking about the time I’d be away.
“Bring this girl to Sunday dinner,” Ken said and put his arm around me in a brotherly manner after we were done. “I know Mom is dying to meet the one girl who captured Drake’s heart. Plus, I’m curious as hell, too.”
I smiled. “Maybe someday. We’re still pretty new, and I don’t want to overwhelm her with family so soon.”
“What?” Ken said and punched my shoulder playfully. I held up my fists and we sparred for a moment. He always thought of me like his little brother, in size and in age even though we were the same age. “You’ve spent time with her family, right?”
“That’s different.”
“No, it isn’t. Bring her over before you go.”
“I’ll think about it,” I said, conceding nothing. “If we’re still together when we come back, for sure.”
Ken sighed and I knew he was disappointed. “You gotta let people into your life, Drake. You can’t keep everything perfectly segregated forever.”
“I know,” I said and nodded as I pulled my coat on. “I’m learning. I’m trying.”
“Good. Will we see you at least for Sunday dinner?”
“Sure,” I said. “I’d like to say a proper goodbye to your mom.”
Ken waved as I left the pub and walked to my car, which was parked a half-block away. He was right. I did have to let people into my life. I was letting Kate into my life, bit by bit, but it was still difficult.
I was learning.
The next day after spending the afternoon at the Corporation, I arrived at Ethan’s apartment to pick Kate up, waking her up from a nap. I had taken my coat off and was unbuttoning my jacket as I stood over her.
"Sorry to wake you. I tried to be quiet."
She sighed and stretched, watching me as I removed my jacket.
"That's OK. I'm a bit under the weather. I think it's the Malarone I had this morning."
I sat on the side of the couch and bent down and kissed her.
"Mmm, I love it when you're all warm and sleepy," I said, smiling. I ran my fingers down from her cheek to the swell of her breast. "I want to ravish you every time I see you after we've been apart."
She smiled back as I leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
"I feel the same way. Except I want you to do the ravishing."
"That's my little subbie." Then, my lips followed my fingers, traveling down to her chest. I unfastened the top button of her sweater and pulled down the fabric of her bra to expose one nipple. When I took it in my mouth, and laved the hard nub, she gasped.
"I think I want you in your bedroom."
"Drake, my father…"
"Shh," I said. "Your father's old enough to know not to enter your bedroom in the middle of the day when both of us are home and nowhere to be found. Relax… He's probably in the middle of one of his meetings and isn’t likely to come in anytime soon. Where's Elaine?"
"She's out for the day. I have to talk to you about something."
"Later." I silenced her, kissing her forcefully. "Submit, Katherine."
I bared both her breasts, my mouth moving between her nipples. I knew Kate was anxious about her father coming in, but I wanted to see how far she would let me take control, even when it was something she didn’t want to do.
She submitted but only just. Satisfied, I returned her bra to its proper position and helped her up, adjusting my erection in case we ran into Ethan on the way back to Kate’s bedroom.
I led Kate out of the den and down the hallway to her bedroom. We passed Ethan's office but he was deep in conversation with his advisors and didn't notice us. I pushed Kate ahead of me into her bedroom and closed the door behind me. I pushed her up against the door, pressing my erection against her.
"I need you, Katherine. I've been imagining fuc
king you all day."
She sighed as I kissed her neck, restraining her hands above her head. I kissed her deeply, my tongue finding hers.
She smiled when I picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.
"What are you smiling at? You should be all weak-kneed by now, not amused…"
"You like to carry me," she said, threading her arms around my neck.
I grinned. "Imagine that I'm a conquering warlord, and you're my spoils of war. What would you do?"
"You want to role play?" she said, her expression innocent but with a hint of excitement.
"Why not? It would be fun."
"If you were a real conquering warlord, I'd have to resist you," she said, all breathless.
"I like what turns you on," I said, grinning. "A little resistance would only add to the excitement."
She blinked as I stood beside the bed with her in my arms, our eyes meeting.
"I'm not sure. I didn’t like it when…" she said, and I knew where her mind went without her even having to tell me. Flyboy. The issue of mock rape.
"Shh," I said. "Do you trust me?"
She looked in my eyes. There was only a second or two hesitation. "Yes."
I kissed her, silencing her once more. When I pulled back, I held her eyes.
"Sometimes, it's the things that scare us the most that excite us the most as well," I said and sat on the side of the bed, with her lying across my lap. "Trust makes all the difference, Katherine. All you need to know is that you'll get fucked hard, fast and a bit roughly, with no preliminaries. I'll let you know which day it will be, but you'll have no idea when. I suspect that the anticipation will make you so wet, you'll probably come very quickly, although I won't do a thing to help."
"Dawn would freak if she thought—"
I held a finger to her lips. "Shh," I said, frowning. "Forget what Dawn thinks. She doesn't understand and probably never will so you shouldn't waste time trying to convince her. What do you think?" I paused for a moment, my gaze moving over her face. "Kate, does the prospect of me taking you by force, a bit roughly, without thought to your own desires or pleasure – does that excite you in any way?"
