by S. E. Lund
Keith stood beside me, his head tilted, examining the painting that showed a naked Drake with his arm thrown over his eyes, the white bed sheets twisted between his calves. His ample erection laid to one side of his hip, a trail of hair leading down from his navel to his pubes.
"A bit of an exaggeration?" Keith said beside me. I turned to him, noting the way he grinned.
"Not at all," I said, frowning.
"You know that the Greeks deliberately sculpted men with small genitals, viewing men with large penises as more animalistic, less civilized."
"I don't think there's a correlation between penis size and civilization…"
He laughed. "If you want to exhibit this, you'll have a lot of men very jealous."
"This is for a private collection," I said and smiled. "Mine."
"It's very good," he said.
"Thank you."
I said goodbye to Nathaniel and Keith and then took a taxi to Drake's apartment in Chelsea. I walked up the stairs, wondering if Drake would be there, my stomach all butterflies, and a sense of impending doom filling me. The apartment was empty, so I went to the living room, plopping down on the couch, turning on the news to try to distract myself. At about three, Drake finally replied:
Of course I'm not mad at you. There's nothing to forgive. I always want you to be completely honest with me, even when it might be something painful for me to hear. I know submission isn’t easy. If it were too easy, you’d grow bored.
I love you.
That sent a thrill through me, and only intensified the guilt I felt about watching the video. In truth, it made me regret my doubts so much. I texted back right away.
I love you.
I did love him. I wanted to ask him when he'd be back, eager for our time together and maybe some really hot makeup sex, but I resisted pushing him. I had to submit.
About four o'clock, I received another text from Drake.
I'm coming home in an hour, Katherine. I want you naked, wearing your garters and stockings, kneeling by my bed. Use the blindfold in my closet. I want you to think of all the things I'm going to do to you. I want you wet and ready, waiting for me. I'll call and let the phone ring twice before hanging up. That will be the signal that I'm almost there. You should be ready for me, nice and wet and submissive when I arrive.
A jolt of desire went through me. Drake was going to do the scene with me – one of the ones from his letters to his subs.
Finally.
Maybe he was trying to please me after disappointing me earlier. It was sweet of him. I was determined to be the very best sub I could, pushing the memory of Sunita's video to the back of my mind. I probably should tell Drake about the video but for now, I was glad he wasn’t too mad at me for storming out earlier. He had enough stress in his life right now without me adding to it because of my doubts about him. I kicked myself mentally and promised that I would be even more cooperative, perfectly submissive, to make it up to him when we were together later.
I showered quickly, keeping my eye on the time to ensure I was ready for him when he arrived. I pulled out my stockings and garter belt, and slipped them on while I stood and watched in the full-length mirror. Then, I wandered around the apartment, letting the cool air caress my skin, preparing for when the call would come and I'd know it was time to kneel on a pillow by the bed, a blindfold on, my hands behind my back. I went to his closet and removed the blindfold that was folded in the cabinet where he kept his bondage equipment. I held it up to my eyes to test how well it kept out the light. It would do the job.
A very intense ache between my thighs distracted me. Waiting all day like I had really did increase my level of need and arousal. I sat at the table, watching out the window to the Manhattan skyline. My cell buzzed twice and then stopped.
Drake was on his way.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I quickly went to the bed and took one of the pillows, dropping it onto the floor. Then I knelt down, fastening the blindfold around my eyes, my mouth dry from excitement. I was already wet thinking of what would happen, imagining Drake entering the apartment, seeing me waiting. Would he already be hard, imagining what he'd do to me? Would he tie me up using more intricate knots, like some of the pictures in his photo album?
My heart beat faster as I waited and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I'd have to keep from smiling when Drake showed up or it would ruin the mood, so I bit my bottom lip and inhaled deeply, trying to squelch the glee I felt that he was going to go all Dom with me. It surprised me that he decided to do a scene after the silly tantrum I threw that morning, but perhaps he realized how hard this was for me. Maybe he'd duplicate one of the actual letters that I'd read. He said he might try something new with me and my body responded.
I knelt quietly, the beating of my heart the loudest sound I heard. In a few moments, I calmed down a bit, and then I heard other sounds – a siren in the distance through the window. The knocking of the radiators from the old steam heat system in the building, a brief soft hiss from the valve as it let off some of the pressure. Some woman's voice from the apartment below or beside us – I wasn't sure at first, but it sounded close. Then, all I heard was the sound of my own breath, flowing in and out through my parted lips.
Long moments passed and my ears became acutely sensitive. I heard a noise like a door closing at a distance and wondered if that was Drake. Could I actually hear him walking slowly up the stairs?
Then, the jangle of keys outside the apartment. It was Drake at the door. The lock clicked as the key slid inside and turned the barrel. The doorknob made a metallic sound as it turned and then the door creaked as it opened, a whoosh of air from outside. I heard his footsteps on the hardwood, and was amazed that I could hear everything so well, even from this distance.
The clunk clunk as he removed his boots and dropped them on the mat by the closet. I listened hard, noting the creak of the ancient hardwood. Was he standing in the doorway, watching me? I tried not to smile. I bit my lip once more to stop and lowered my chin in case he could tell I was fighting it.
Then, I heard the fridge door open. He was getting the bottle of chilled Anisovaya. It was as I remembered from his letters and finally, he was treating me as he did his new subs – having a brief shot of the liquor before coming to me. I almost felt his presence in the room. He seemed to be standing quietly watching.
Sounds I couldn't understand – was he undressing? I waited, imagining him naked, his erection thick and jutting out, the prominent vein running along the bottom side of the shaft. His nice hip crests, the thin trail of dark hair running down from his navel to his pubes.
He was so beautiful…
A hand stroked my head and I raised it instinctively. I parted my lips, remembering his orders to keep my mouth open, ready. I licked my lips and waited.
"Now remember your safewords, Katherine. Yellow is for when you need me to slow down and red stops everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said. "I won't need either one, Master."
"I don't expect you will, but just in case, I want you to feel completely safe. Now, open your mouth wider," he said. "I've got some Anisovaya for you."
I felt the cool hard glass against my bottom lip and took it from his hands. I drank the liquor, enjoying the sharp burn of it as it went down my throat. I'd come to think of it as an aphrodisiac, and the taste made me even more aroused.
Then, his lips pressed roughly against mine. He kissed me and he tasted like Anisovaya, the slightly sweet taste of it lingering on his tongue when he thrust against mine possessively. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and I couldn’t help but murmur in response, a tiny whimper as a wave of lust flowed through my body. He pulled away and stroked my cheek with his fingers.
"Have some more," he said and placed another shot in my hands. I frowned, but didn't argue, drinking down the liquor. Did he want me drunk? I shot the vodka back, grimacing a bit as it burned down my throat and into my belly.
Then he slipped a finger in
to my mouth. I sucked on it, my tongue rolling around the tip the way it would around the head of his cock.
"Good girl," he said, his voice deep and warm. He took the shot glass out of my hand. "Open wider."
I did, and then felt the slick head of his cock press against my lips. I licked, tasting his salty fluid, and it was such a contrast to the sweet bite of the vodka. I opened wide so he could slip the tip inside my mouth. I sucked on the head for a moment, running my tongue all around the ridge the way I had the tip of his finger and received a soft moan of appreciation in response.
"Take as much as you can," he said, his voice low.
I relaxed my throat so he could slide in more deeply, trying not to gag, my lips curved around my teeth to protect the sensitive flesh. Then he pressed a bit too hard and I did gag, but kept my composure and he withdrew a bit before beginning a slow gentle thrust in and out, fucking my mouth for a moment, one hand holding the back of my head to guide me and take more control.
Finally, he withdrew slowly and I waited for his next command, my flesh wet and aching with desire.
"Have more," he said, handing me yet another shot of Anisovaya. I drank that down as well. I could only imagine what he had planned that required me being drunk.
"You're getting me drunk, Master?"
"Shh," he said. "A good submissive just submits, Katherine. She doesn't question."
I nodded without speaking.
He took the shot glass away and then, his hands went under my arms and he lifted me up so that I stood up fully. I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he stood facing me, then his mouth was on mine once more, his tongue searching and finding mine. We kissed for a moment, his arm sliding around me, crushing my body against his while the other was trapped between us, squeezing one of my breasts, his erection hard against my belly. He tweaked my nipple between his finger and thumb, sending a jolt of sensation through my body to my core.
I almost fell into his arms, my legs were like jelly. He maneuvered me into position while he sat on the side of the bed so that I stood between his thighs, all the while kneading and squeezing my breasts while his mouth hungrily claimed each nipple, one after the other. I writhed as he ran his teeth over each one, biting down just hard enough to almost hurt but not quite, then sucking each one softly.
I remembered the video image of him twisting the nipple clamp, but then quickly pushed it out of my mind. I wouldn't let it ruin our scene.
"Are you nice and wet for me, Katherine?" he said, his voice husky with lust.
"Yes, Master," I said, my heart heavy from the image from the video despite what he was doing to me with his fingers, which were slipped between my labia, testing me, two fingers entering me a bit, his thumb pressing against my clit.
He left me standing alone for a moment and then returned. I could feel him stand close to me as if he were observing me. He proceeded to wrap strips of leather around me, under my arms and around my breasts and soon, each breast felt bound, squeezed, my nipples hard points. He mouthed each nipple once he was finished, his hand running over each one. I wanted so much to see what they looked like but said nothing, trying to keep in proper submissive role as I promised.
Next, he wound the strips of leather around my waist and down over my hips and belly, lacing them between my thighs on either side of my labia.
"Lie on the bed with your hands above your head."
I did as he commanded and soon, he had leather cuffs around each wrist and was fastening my cuffed hands to something else. I tugged and realized he'd cuffed me to something – the bed frame, perhaps. I tried to imagine it in my mind – maybe the bed rail.
"Spread your legs, wide, and rest them on the edge of the bed."
I opened my legs as wide as I could, my heels digging into the edge, my pussy completely exposed to his view, leather strips surrounding my thighs. Cuffs went around each ankle, and when I tried to move them, I was unable. He'd used a spreader bar. He'd never used one before but I saw several in his cabinet and had wondered if he'd ever use them.
Now, I was completely immobile, bound with leather, my wrists and ankles confined, my eyes covered. My body went into some kind of strange state at that point – I drifted as if on a cloud, everything focused in on the sensations I was experiencing, all of it focused on my groin and breasts.
I gasped when his warm mouth covered me and then I groaned and arched my back when his tongue pressed against my clit and began to swirl. A stab of desire went through me, making me feel as if I could come in only a moment, I was so ready.
"Oh, God, Master…"
"You're so wet and so ready, Katherine. But you're going to have to wait."
He pulled off me and I lay there, exposed completely, my body vibrating with need.
I heard some sounds and then felt a cool wetness on my perineum and onto my anus. I tensed, inhaling loudly – was he going to try that?
"Relax, Katherine," he said. "Do you trust me?"
I said nothing for a moment, not knowing whether I wanted this.
"I said, do you trust me, Katherine?"
"Yes." I could barely say it. I didn't want that. It both aroused and repulsed me. A silence passed and I waited, frowning, unsure of what he was going to do. Not entirely happy, despite how my body responded and despite the warmth that spread through my body from the liquor. "But I'm afraid—"
"Shh," he said and then he lay on top of me, his body between my spread thighs, his erection jutting against my belly. He kissed me, warmly, deeply, his hand cupping my cheek. "You only need four words. Yes, Master, yellow and red. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you believe that I love you?"
"Yes, Master," I said immediately, for I did believe it.
"Do you trust me to know how far and how fast to go?"
I hesitated. There was a part of me that still responded in fear at the prospect of anal. I had read it wasn’t supposed to hurt if done properly. But it had hurt when Kurt tried.
I couldn't help myself. "When I did it before, it felt like I had a knife inside of me."
He embraced me, kissing all over my face and then my mouth. "My poor sweet Katherine," he said, his voice a whisper. "I promise you when I do, you'll feel pleasure. Do you trust me to know how and when?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
For a moment, he was silent. He said nothing, he did nothing to me, but I felt his gaze on my face.
"It's just that I'm still so scared..."
"I know. That's why you have to trust me to know when you're ready."
I nodded and he kissed me once more. I relaxed a bit. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be the night. I knew he would eventually fuck me that way but not tonight. I sighed, exhaling heavily in relief.
He rose up and my body felt cold without him on top of me. Then I felt his fingers on my labia once more, stroking me, slipping inside of me. While he played with me with one hand, he licked and sucked my nipples once more and soon, despite my earlier anxiety and dread, I responded, my body aching, waiting for him to do what he would to make me come.
Once more I felt the cool wetness of lubricant on me and then something entered me, something cool and solid and thick – a dildo? It entered me only an inch or two, teasing the outside of my body while he continued to stroke my clit with his thumb. It felt so good to have something inside of me and something stimulating my clit. I groaned and wriggled under this attention.
He slid the dildo in a bit farther, stroking in and out slowly while rubbing my clit. Soon, the pleasure increased and I knew I could come. When it pressed at the right spot, I moaned.
"Master, I think…"
"Good girl," he said in reply, withdrawing the dildo, leaving me empty. Then, he pushed my knees up higher and his fingers stroked me, circling my anus, the tip of one slipping inside. He removed it and then I felt something cool press there. A butt plug. I tensed a bit.
"Relax, Katherine."
I tried, remembering what he
'd said the last time he used it. I took in a deep breath and tried to relax, blowing out the air and soon, the plug slipped inside of me, past my resistance. It felt larger than the one he used before.
Once more, I felt his thumb stroke my clit, and he slipped the dildo inside an inch or so. I tried to focus on the good sensations. In truth, the plug and dildo soon became one form of pressure and I focused on how good it all felt.
When I thought my orgasm would start, I tried to speak and he pulled back again, leaving me gasping. Then, he removed both toys and I felt immediately empty, the pleasant stretch of the two objects gone. He rose up and then he unclasped the cuffs on my ankles and wrists and turned me over so that I knelt on the edge of the bed with him behind me. His fingers were wet and slippery with lubricant and he once more teased my anus and slipped a finger inside. I tensed, inhaling deeply.
"Shh, Katherine," he whispered, his finger stopped inside me. When he tried to insert two fingers, I gasped.
"Master, I—" but he leaned down and kissed my shoulder, his fingers both now inside of me, slipping painlessly past my resistance, moving slowly in a circle as if trying to loosen me. We remained in that position for a moment, and soon I relaxed but in truth, my heart was beating faster. When he began teasing my clit with his thumb, the pleasure overcame the fear I had and I couldn't help but respond, my breathing increasing as well.
Finally, his fingers withdrew and the tip of his erection pressed there instead. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, waiting for the pain I remembered from before with Kurt. I felt my flesh widen, felt the slickness of the tip press inside, and it felt like intense pressure, but there was no pain. He bent over me a bit, one hand slipping under me to tease my clit while he continued to press his cock inside of me.
"Relax, Katherine," he said, his voice warm and soothing. I felt more cool wetness against me and he slipped his cock inside a bit more, meeting my resistance. "Exhale. Blow out your breath."
