It wasn’t that Cynthia didn’t like other women because she did like the women she worked with and her friends back home. But in the house, there just wasn’t anyone that she truly felt connected to. The other women all seemed to be much different than Cynthia. They were outgoing and vivacious. The only two women that Cynthia felt somewhat comfortable talking with were Victoria and Scarlett.
As she entered her bedroom, Cynthia used her phone to set a five-minute timer. She was going to stick to her promise to punish Drake if he didn’t get up to her room in five minutes or less. Although she was almost positive that he wouldn’t be able to push past all six other women fast enough to make it upstairs and to her room in time. But she was willing to give him a chance.
She unzipped her gown, went to place it on the rack with the others and then realized that the rack of gowns had disappeared. Samantha must have come back into her room and gathered the dresses after they left for their event.
Under normal circumstances, it would have made Cynthia nervous to have another woman going through her things or being in her room, but Samantha didn’t seem to care at all about Cynthia’s fetish fun. Samantha seemed like the perfect assistant for Drake, but Cynthia couldn’t help thinking that the two of them had probably slept together.
Cynthia slid into a black satin robe as she watched the clock to see if Drake was going to make it. Just as the clock ran out of time, Drake pressed open the door and let himself into the room.
“Did I make it?” he asked out of breath from obviously running up the stairs and to Cynthia’s room.
“I can’t believe it, but yes you made it.”
Drake smiled as he crossed the bedroom to Cynthia. The satin of her robe felt delicate and sensual as he pulled her toward him. A mischievous smile swept over his face as he watched her try to pull away from him.
“I still get to play with you,” Cynthia whispered as she gave into his pull.
“Of course, I can’t wait to have you tie me up again.”
Drake slowly kissed Cynthia as his hands explored the delicate fabric she had on. He wanted to rip her robe off and expose her silky smooth skin beneath. But Drake also wanted to experience being dominated by Cynthia, so he wasn’t going to try and be in control.
“Where would you like me, Mistress?” Drake said as he fell to his knees and looked up at Cynthia.
A vast smile crossed her face as she saw Drake on his knees. He was such a dominant man, it was fabulous to see him kneeling and asking for her to control him.
Immediately Cynthia switched into her dominatrix mode and felt the power flow through her. She stood up straighter than before, she felt more in power, she loved the feeling of being in control.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” she said as she stroked the side of Drake’s cheek. “I’ll be right there.”
Cynthia grabbed some clothes out of her dresser and made her way to the bathroom so she could change. She brought a special outfit for her time with Drake and couldn’t wait for him to see her in it.
Drake dutifully did as he was told, removed all his clothing and climbed into the bed. He felt awkward, sort of like a high school kid getting ready to have sex for the first time. But it was exciting, and Drake couldn’t wait to experience Cynthia as a dominatrix. His eyes looked over toward the bathroom as she walked out, and Drake instantly felt his body harden with desire.
Cynthia had on a black leather corset that pressed her breasts together and up. She had on a tiny pair of black leather panties and a pair of black pumps. As she walked across the bedroom, she grabbed a black leather flogger off of the table and played with it on her way to Drake.
His body throbbed with each step she took. He wanted to grab her and throw her down on the bed and have his way with her, but he resisted the urge.
“Mistress, you look amazing,” Drake said as he slid off the bed toward Cynthia.
“Get back on the bed,” Cynthia said firmly.
She tried to keep a straight face, but the surprise on Drake’s face was hard for her not to laugh at. He wasn’t used to any of this, and Cynthia could tell that right away, but she also knew that it was important to give him the full real life experience so he knew what it was she was into. He couldn’t make a clear decision at the end of the week if he didn’t truly understand what Cynthia liked in the bedroom.
“Yes, Mistress,” Drake said quietly.
“I want you to feel what this flogger is like. I’m going to have you lay with your stomach on the bed, and I’m going to hit you five times. Do you understand?”
Drake nodded his head yes as he followed her directions and laid flat on the bed. He was more aroused than he had expected he would be; it was exciting and new to Drake.
“Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Drake said as he tried not to laugh.
It was entirely clear to him that he wasn’t going to be able to do the whole dominatrix thing, but he really didn’t want to hurt Cynthia’s feelings.
“I feel like I want to fuck you,” Drake said as he quickly turned around and grabbed Cynthia.
In one quick motion, he flipped her onto the bed and felt his body spring to attention with an urge to thrust inside of her that he could not ignore for much longer.
“Oh, you want to feel your hard cock inside of my wet body?” Cynthia teased him.
“You’re wet?” Drake said as he lifted his head up and smiled at her.
“Shhh, turn back around,” Cynthia laughed back at Drake. “This is serious, I’m dominating you right now.”
Drake couldn’t help laughing, and by that point, Cynthia was laughing as well. Everything with Drake was new and exciting to her; she wasn’t really sure what to do with him next. But flogging him didn’t seem to be working for her.
“I’m going to tie you up again,” Cynthia said, pressing Drake over onto his back.
His cock had sprung up to attention as he lay on his back. Cynthia instantly looked at it and wanted to play with it. She wanted to wrap her lips around him and play with him, but she waited.
Although Drake wasn’t into the flogging idea, he liked the idea of having Cynthia riding his cock while he watched. He was willing to give her a little leeway and allow her to put the leather straps on him. It was only for a short time; he would make sure of that.
Drake wanted to allow Cynthia the freedom to believe she was in charge when the whole time he was actually guiding her right to the activities he wanted from her. Drake wanted to feel her lips around his throbbing member, and what better way to get that delicious feeling than to lay back on her bed and expose himself and his member to her lovely lips.
“You look excited,” Cynthia observed as she started to strap Drake to the bed.
“I am.”
“What happened to calling me, Mistress?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mistress,” Drake said as he watched Cynthia move to the next cuff on his ankle. He stifled the smile that inevitably was going to shine across his face.
He couldn’t imagine any man seriously being into the whole dominatrix thing. A man should be in charge. A man should take his woman and have the power to give her everything she needed without her ever feeling like she had to take control.
Drake was going to work with Cynthia during their evening together. He believed deep down that she didn’t really want to be a dominatrix at all; she just needed a strong man that she could trust. Cynthia was just a woman with a wall up that Drake had to show her she didn’t have to pretend to be in charge. And to show her why her way didn’t work; Drake was willing to allow her to try her way just a little bit.
Cynthia smiled as she continued to buckle the rest of his limbs to the bed. It was a beautiful sight to see Drake Leblanc naked with a hard on and strapped to her bed. She stood at the end of the bed and observed him for a moment before she climbed up onto the bed and let the tip of her fingers move up and down his body. She lingered near his hard member but didn’t play with it too much
.
Knock, knock, knock.
The both looked toward the door and Cynthia realized it was unlocked. She jumped up from the bed and ran over to the door.
“It’s Samantha, I just need to talk with Drake for a few minutes.”
Cynthia laughed as she looked at the door and then back to Drake. He was also laughing. It was clear they were going to need to take another break from their fun games.
“Give me five minutes,” Drake yelled from the bed.
“Okay, I’ll meet you downstairs,” Samantha said from the other side of the door.
Cynthia ran back over to the bed and jumped onto it with a schoolgirl smile across her face.
“How are you going to meet her downstairs? You’re tied to my bed,” she said as her hand played with Drake’s naked body.
“I promise I’ll be right back, but will you please untie me?”
Cynthia loved that Drake needed to be untied, and she wasn’t about to let him off the hook too easily. It was the perfect opportunity to have some fun with him. She loved a captive man in her bed.
Her lips slowly moved down and wrapped around Drake’s cock. Without a single word, she started to stroke up and down his body with a tight pressure from her lips.
“Oh, no, no, no,” Drake said as he let out a slight moan. “We don’t have time for this. We can do this in a minute.”
“I think you forgot to say ‘Mistress.’ Wasn’t that what we decided you should call me?” Cynthia said as she went back to stroking his cock with her mouth.
Faster and faster she moved as she felt his body getting harder and harder. But what Drake didn’t know was that she had no intention of letting him actually get the relief that he wanted from her blowjob. She wasn’t about to let him have a quick release like that, there was no fun in something like that.
“Okay, okay, Mistress … Can I please go downstairs to talk with my assistant?” Drake begged.
Cynthia stopped immediately as she felt pre-cum release from his body. It was the perfect opportunity to stop. Drake was excited; he was ready to explode.
“Yes, you may,” Cynthia said, making her way around to the edge of the bed and untying Drake from his four-point restraints.
“Thank you,” Drake said as he grabbed Cynthia and threw her onto her back. He quickly climbed on top of her with his hands and knees on either side of her to pin her down to the bed. “I’m going to pay you back for that when I get back.”
Cynthia felt her body get wet at his words. The intensity of them, the look in his eyes. She didn’t doubt at all that Drake was going to torture her sexually as soon as he returned.
“I look forward to it,” she said with equal intensity.
Chapter 6
“So how did the movie premiere go?” Samantha asked when Drake finally made it down to the office.
“It was good.”
Drake wasn’t about to admit to Samantha that he had just kissed Cynthia at every interview, and he didn’t actually participate in any questioning. It wasn’t necessary to fill her in on all the details. He knew that his plan had worked because everyone laughed and enjoyed it. They would have thought he was defensive with practically any comment he made, but actions spoke much louder than words.
“What kinds of questions did you get asked?”
“They asked if I was gay? If I had more than one boyfriend? How many years I’ve been a homosexual? If it bothered me, that people thought I was gay? Was I just experimenting? They really asked a ton of questions.”
Samantha’s face went pale as she listened to all the questions Drake said he had been asked. She had not prepared Drake at all to deal with those types of questions, and he wasn’t that good at fending people off when they were attacking him or his character. She flinched as she listened to everything he was asked and then braced herself as she asked another question.
“What did you say?” Samantha said as she held her hands up to her face to prepare herself for his response.
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing?”
“I mean I didn’t answer them.”
“Oh, crap Drake. They are going to hate you. You seriously didn’t answer any of their questions?”
Samantha grabbed her phone and made her way into the kitchen as she called Robert to discuss what they should do next. Drake just laughed at how serious she was taking everything. He thought the kissing had gone over very well and couldn’t wait to see what the tabloids had to say later that evening on their shows. Hopefully, Samantha would feel a little better after seeing some positive stories.
“I’m going to go grab some dinner with the ladies, let me know if you need anything else,” Drake said, making his way into the living room.
Cynthia had come downstairs, much to Drake’s surprise, so he went directly to her first. It was her time with him, and he wanted to spend it as much with her as possible. But he was also starving and couldn’t head back upstairs until he got some food in his stomach as quickly as possible.
“I need food,” Cynthia said as she relished the fact that Drake had his arm wrapped around her in front of everyone.
“Me too.”
They entered the dining room, grabbing a plate each as they sauntered down the line of food that had been set out. The other women were surprisingly polite and left Drake and Cynthia alone while they ate their meal. It was highly unusual, and Drake quickly felt like something was going on. He didn’t know exactly what it was that was happening, but something was for sure occurring.
“Why aren’t the women fawning all over you?” Cynthia asked, practically mimicking what Drake had been thinking.
“I have no idea.”
They finished their meal and then looked into the living room before they went out there. The women were sitting quietly together and talking to each other. The usual high level of excitement was nowhere to be found.
“Where’s Sophia?” Cynthia asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Scarlett, where is Sophia?” Cynthia asked as she walked right out into the living room.
“She wasn’t feeling well. I think she’s still in bed. We decided to just let her sleep and have a relaxing evening.”
Drake smiled at the thought of all the women feeling a sense of relief because Sophia wasn’t there. It was probably nice for them not to have to compete with her. Sophia was certainly intent on winning Drake’s attention any time he was around.
“I hope she isn’t feeling too ill,” Drake said.
“No, I don’t think she is. I checked on her just a few minutes ago, and she doesn’t have a fever but said her stomach was hurting. Don’t worry, I’ll check on her again before bed,” Scarlett said with a smile.
Scarlett was like the mother hen of all the women in the house, yet she really wasn’t much older than any of them. There was just a sense of calmness about Scarlett that Drake suspected made the other women feel like she was there to help and care for them.
“That’s so nice of you Scarlett,” Cynthia said as she hugged her. “You are the sweetest person ever. When this is all over, I want your number. You seem like you would make a really great friend.”
“Okay, Cynthia, now you two go have a good night.”
“We were going to spend a few minutes down here,” Drake added, not quite willing to leave Scarlett yet. “Do you all want to play a quick game?”
Drake looked over at Cynthia to make sure it was alright, and she smiled while nodding her head. Cynthia wasn’t about to try any sex with her stomach full of dinner, it would be fine to hang out with the rest of the girls for a little bit while they relaxed. Plus, having Sophia in bed sick was a bit of a blessing. Cynthia didn’t mind her all that much, but she did tend to monopolize Drake’s time when she was in the room with him.
“I have an idea,” Emily said as she overheard the conversation. “How about we play Cards Against Humanity?”
“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard about that game. It’s supposed to be a lo
t of fun,” Cynthia said.
Cynthia was actually excited about the prospect of playing the game. She hadn’t had much of a chance to play games with her friends. None of them were into having dinner parties or anything like that. Instead, her friends wanted to go out for drinks and talk about stocks.
“Let’s do it,” Drake said as he grabbed a seat in the chair near the couch and pulled Cynthia down to sit next to him. “I don’t have the game, though.”
“Oh, I brought it with me just to keep us all entertained if we needed it,” Emily said as she made a mad dash upstairs to her room.
“I’ve heard it’s really fun to play,” Victoria said as she sat down next to Scarlett and Lauren.
“Me too. All my friends say it’s so fun. I’m excited to play too.”
“What’s the basic concept?” Allison asked.
“Basically, one person is the Czar of each round, we rotate that position. Then everyone else gets ten white cards. The black card might say something like ‘Detroit’s new tourism campaign says it eliminated blank’ and we all turn in a white card to fill in the blank. The person with the funniest answer wins a point,” Emily said as she came back down the stairs.
“That doesn’t seem very fun,” Allison said, looking totally unimpressed with the game idea.
“Oh, it’s a lot of fun. Just trust me,” Emily assured her.
It took Emily and Cynthia a few minutes to reorganize the furniture how they wanted and get the game set up, so Drake took the opportunity to talk with Victoria and Scarlett a little bit. He really hated just how quickly the whole week was going; before he knew it, the week was going to be over, and he was going to have to pick one of the women. He genuinely had no idea which one he was going to pick.
When he was with each of the women, he felt like they were the right ones for him, but the moment he was around the other ladies, he started to second guess himself. A sudden sense of dread rushed through Drake’s body.
How was he going to choose just one of the women?
Obviously, he couldn’t have them all, but how was he going to let six of the wonderful women leave his life forever? It made him feel ill just to think about it.
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