by S. E. Lund
"You're quiet now," he said, the corner of his mouth turning up. "On your knees."
I complied, sliding off his lap and kneeling between his thighs.
He stood up. "You know what to do."
I did.
I unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans. Beneath his boxer briefs, he was hard as rock. He'd been anticipating this as much as I had. When I reached in and pulled down the fabric, his erection sprang out, the tip wet with precum.
I grabbed hold of him and licked the head very carefully and deliberately so he could watch and enjoy the sight, then I glanced up and met his eyes while I placed my lips around the thick head.
"You are a tease, Katherine," he said, his voice a hiss as I sucked, the tip of my tongue running around the rim. "Now, suck. Hard."
The head of his cock was thick and smooth against my tongue and cheeks as I moved on it, one hand circling his shaft. While I stroked him and sucked, I held his testicles in the other hand.
He grabbed my hair, which had fallen over my face and twisted it in his hand, guiding me.
"Deeper," he said. "Deeper."
I complied, but could only manage the first few inches. When he pulled my head down a bit too far, I gagged. He let up, his grip lightening.
"That's so good," he said in encouragement. "Faster."
I moved faster and stroked with both my hands now. In response, his cock hardened under my lips and tongue.
"Stop," he commanded, his voice choked with lust. I stopped my motion, enjoying the way the head felt in my mouth. So hot and smooth. I pulled off and glanced up at him, my hands still gripping the shaft.
He breathed hard, his nostrils flared. "Good girl," he said. "I love your mouth. I love your lips."
He took my hand and helped me up. "Now, undress me."
I pulled the sweater up and over his head, revealing his very buff abs and mostly bare chest except for a nice smattering of hair on his pecs. I pulled his jeans down off and helped him step out of them. Finally naked, he was magnificent. His hard cock jutted out, wet from my saliva.
"Now, you undress," Drake said. "Slowly…"
I tried to be as seductive as I could while I removed my clothes. Then, when I was naked, he picked me up and carried me into the bathroom, to the enclosed shower that was big enough for two people.
After he turned on the shower, he leaned me up against the shower wall and I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips, holding on to his shoulders. He kissed me and rubbed his cock over my slit, the water coursing over us from behind. He pulled away, his eyes locked with mine.
"You waxed," he said, a quirk of a grin on his mouth. "Trying to tempt me, are you?"
"We aim to please," I replied, and licked my bottom lip.
He frowned briefly and of course, I remembered my manners.
"This one aims to please her Sir," I said with proper deference, my eyes downcast. Then, I glanced up into his eyes once more, barely suppressing a smile.
"You are incorrigible," he said, shaking his head. "How shall I punish you for being so insolent? Maybe work you up so that you're aching and then deny you an orgasm?"
"Oh, Sir, that would be so mean considering how deprived this one is..."
"Perhaps it would remind you how to properly behave with your master," Drake said. "A submissive should make sure to use the proper form of address and remember how to stay in scene..."
I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. "This one is sorry, Sir. She gets too excited at times and forgets."
Then he silenced me with a blistering kiss. When he pulled away, he touched the small scar on my bottom lip. "Perhaps you could merely listen and obey, instead of offering up opinions. More pleasure may be had that way, I assure you."
"Yes, Sir," I replied, trying to sound deferential, but of course, it was all a game now. A game we enjoyed, but a game nonetheless.
He knelt and slid one of my thighs over his shoulder and split my lips with his tongue, one finger and then two entering me, teasing my most sensitive spot. I groaned and watched him, the sight of his mouth of me making me even more aroused.
"I'm so close," I said because despite all the joking between us, I was in need. I knew I'd come fast the first time.
"Relax," he said and glanced up, our eyes meeting. "This is going to last all night, if I have my way."
Then he licked me again, his tongue sliding slowly over my clit, then down again so that I was breathless.
"I need you to fuck me right now," I gasped. "I'm going to come..."
But he merely slid another finger inside of me and that added pressure combined with his lips and tongue now tugging at my clit sent me over. I shuddered, my hands gripping his shoulders, my body clenching around his fingers, hips thrusting towards his mouth. He didn't stop his movements and within moments, I had another shattering orgasm, my legs almost giving out beneath me. I had to grab hold of the support bar on the shower wall to keep from falling, my thighs quivering from the pleasure.
"Two in a row, Ms. Bennet. I believe you were very in need."
I gasped, my brain almost shutting down from the intensity of my orgasms.
Drake finally stood, his erection jutting into my belly, his hands against the wall on either side of my shoulders.
"That silenced your saucy mouth," he murmured. "I'll have to do that more often."
I opened my eyes and stared into his. "If you do that, I'll be your slave forever."
He kissed me, smiling. "When you do that, you know it's the other way around." He handed me a bar of soap. "Is your mind recovered enough to wash me?"
I took the soap and smiled. "Almost. Luckily, washing your delicious body doesn't take much brain power."
He grinned and watched while I lathered up, then ran my hands down from his shoulders and over his abs to his beautiful very thick and hard cock.
He grunted while I slid my hands over his length, palming the head, then cupping his balls. I washed the rest of his body off and he mine, and finally finished, we left the stall and he pulled me to the bed, practically throwing me onto it.
I was glad we had a two-bedroom suite, so I wouldn't have to worry about waking Sophie. We were giggling together as our wet bodies slid against one another.
Finally, Drake reared up over me, his hands on either side of my head.
"And now, Katherine, it's time to obey."
I tried to get back into scene at the more formal mention of my name.
He got up from the bed and went to his suitcase, sorting through his clothes, pulling out a long leather rope, and several lambs-wool cuffs. My heart did a little skip when I realized he was going to tie me up, for I knew that meant he was serious. I bit my bottom lip in an effort to stop from smiling too widely.
He caught my grin, his eyebrows raised.
"Katherine, when you see these cuffs and bindings, you're supposed to submit, not tease."
"Sorry, Sir," I said, trying but failing to sound recalcitrant. "It's been a while since you tied me up. I'm a little excited."
"You are insatiable," he said, his blue eyes twinkling from under a mock-frown. "You just had two orgasms and still want more."
"You made me greedy, Sir."
Then, he returned to the bed and took my hands in his, pulling them over my head, his grip firm to establish dominance.
"You can't distract me with that smile. Now, I want you to focus on what I'm doing here and now." Then he kissed me, sending a jolt of desire once more through my body.
"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, barely able to whisper. "I'll try to behave."
"There is no try," he said, one side of his mouth quirking up. "Do or do not."
The Yoda reference finally undid me and I laughed out loud. He laughed out loud as well and buried his face in my neck.
We giggled like two children, involved in a caper. When the laughter died out, he became serious, his eyes burning into mine.
"Focus," he said, his voice deep. "Keep your eyes on me, keep yourself focused ment
ally and emotionally."
I realized I'd been too playful, forgetting that during a scene, even with my loving husband, I had to be submissive. We didn't need this, but we liked it. I enjoyed it – this game of power exchange.
The look in his eyes sent a thrill of desire through my body. I took in a deep breath and let go of any need for control over my mind or my body. I wanted him to have that control and take me where he wanted me – which was always pleasure.
"Good," he said, his hands gripping mine and confining them above my head. He kissed me hungrily and then pulled back, reaching to the bedside table for the cuffs. He fastened them around my wrists and then attached them to the bed frame. I pulled on them, getting a sense of how much I could move.
Next, he fastened the ankle cuffs and likewise fastened them to the bed frame.
I was truly at his mercy, but of course, I never had to worry about his plans. There was never any fear of him – just excitement and wonder.
"You're mine, Katherine."
"I am," I said softly. I was.
He ran his hands over my body, squeezing my breasts and then stroking down my belly to my pussy. He spread my thighs as far as they could go and knelt between them, rubbing the head of his cock over my clit. In this way, he worked me back up again, sliding the head over my lips and pushing into me an inch, then two before pulling out and stroking my clit again.
Soon, I was near my orgasm and gasped. "I'm almost..."
He shoved himself completely inside of me and the sudden pressure of his thick cock sent me over and my orgasm began, the sweetness spreading from my pussy to my groin and then through my body. I spasmed around him as he thrust, harder and faster, and before I was even finished my orgasm, his began, his face straining from his own pleasure, face read, eyes squeezed shut.
It was so fast for us both.
He collapsed on top of me, his hands still gripping mine, and breathed in deeply, his face by mine.
We kissed, deeply, our kiss full of emotion. When he pulled back, our eyes met.
"I love you so damn much," he said, his voice wavering with emotion. "You're all I have left. You and Sophie. Everything else is gone."
I searched his face.
"Drake," I said, my voice soft. "What do you mean?"
He shook his head and didn't answer.
"Tell me," I said, but he merely sat up and unfastened my cuffs, freeing my arms. Next, he moved to my feet, and released them.
I sat up and rubbed my wrists, which had chafed just a bit during sex. Did he really mean that? Was everything else gone?
"Tell me."
"Forget it," he said and smiled softly. "Just feeling sorry for myself."
He grabbed some tissues from the bedside table and proceeded to wipe me off, then cleaned himself. I wasn't sure how much to push on the subject, but it hurt me so much to think that's how he felt.
"Drake, please," I said and reached out to touch his face. "Tell me what you mean, you've lost everything except for Sophie and me. What happened?"
He threw the tissues into the trash can beside the bed and lay on his back, an arm behind his head. He turned to face me, his expression serious.
"I didn't want to burden you with it."
I lay on my side and faced him. "You could never burden me with anything. If it matters to you, it matters to me."
"Earlier today, I got the final papers on the shutting down of the foundation. Donations pretty much dried up and we couldn't afford the new projects we planned. I'm covering the funds we need to finish up the projects we already have started. And I'll keep funding the ongoing projects, but Dave is shutting it down."
"Oh, Drake, I'm so sorry... I knew you were going to wind it down but so quickly?" I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. "That's too bad. But you still have the corporation."
"Not on the board. They want to buy me out and dissociate the business from me completely."
"Oh, God," I said, my stomach clenching. "That's crazy. You being a large stockholder can't mean anything."
"They want me out. I sold my shares. We're a lot richer because of it, but I'm no longer a major shareholder."
I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling. So much fallout.
"And NYU's off," I said, turning to him.
He shook his head slowly. "Not on the agenda this year. Fred Parker said maybe in a year, but the committee did not look on my involvement in BDSM lifestyle to be a benefit to my candidacy."
I bit my bottom lip. On top of that, Drake no longer had privileges at NYP. He had no patients. They'd hired someone else to take over the robotic surgery rotation at Columbia.
"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice breaking. "This is all so unfair."
"It may be, but it's reality."
We lay there and he pulled me over, wrapping his arms around me.
I knew what this all meant, of course. I knew right away what I had to say.
"You have to accept Michael's offer."
He pulled back and met my eyes. "Are you serious?"
I nodded, and ran my fingers over his cheek. "You have to go. We have to go."
"I thought you couldn't leave Ethan."
I sighed. "I don't want to, but I will. You and Sophie are everything to me. I've lived in the same city as my father for my entire life except for Africa and a few months in San Francisco. Besides, I can fly over for a week any time I want, with Sophie. They can fly to Southampton when it gets cold here."
"If you're truly serious, it would mean I could practice medicine again. It's Michael's department and he has full control over hiring and firing. He said he wanted me there to help set up the robotic surgery unit and staff it. I'd be the head. It's an administrative position with surgical privileges. So, I'd be teaching and be involved in the administration of the unit. I'd pick the staff and surgeons. It would be mine, Kate."
I smiled at him. "It sounds so perfect for you. I've been looking at images of Southampton. It looks nice. The weather is good. My father could come and visit whenever he felt like it."
"He could."
"What about Liam?"
Drake lay back. "That's still up in the air. But maybe, if Maureen agrees to joint custody, Liam could live with me during the school year and spend time with Maureen and Chris every holiday and during the summer. I hope she'd be willing to consider it. Besides, Southampton has one of the best children's hospitals in the UK. He'd be in good hands."
He pulled me on top of him, his arms around my waist.
"You're serious about this?"
"I am," I said. "I'm sorry I was so resistant. I'm sorry I made you feel like you had to say no. But if you've lost everything else here, how could I be the one to say no? I can still paint. I can write. I'll still have you and Sophie. And my dad can visit anytime he feels like."
"We'd have to get a really big house there so Ethan and Elaine could come and stay for the winter."
"We would. Somewhere close to the water. Maybe a renovated old house with a huge acreage. I'd love for Sophie to grow up surrounded by nature instead of the streets of Manhattan."
"Seriously? I'd have thought you would want her to grow up in the city the way you did."
I shook my head. "I've soured a bit on Manhattan since all this happened. The way the press treated you. How predatory everyone is -- the tabloids, the paparazzi. The character assassination. I want to live somewhere with a nice rural feel to it, where people are private and polite."
"We could find a place close to the ocean. That would be nice."
We kissed and my heart filled with love for him. He didn't push me to make the decision. He let me come to it myself, giving me the space and time to realize it was the right decision.
"Thank you," he said. "I love you so much."
"I love you so much," I replied and kissed him once more.
We fell asleep that way, lying together, with him spooned behind me.
* * *
We made love the next morning but it was plain
old vanilla sex.
"I hope you're not disappointed," he said and kissed me, his erection still hard inside me after his orgasm. I had planned on going all Dom on you again after last night's success, but I just wanted to be inside of you as soon as possible."
"Never," I said and pulled him down for a kiss. My body still spasmed from my orgasm, and a thin sheen of moisture from exertion covered me. When the kiss broke, I locked eyes with him. "I told you that you could take control in the bedroom. I know you'll always make me happy and you do."
"Then I'm happy," he said. "Now, let's plan the rest of our lives."
I smiled. For the first time in a long while, I no longer felt that dark cloud hanging over me.
Drake
Of course, Michael was overjoyed to hear from me.
"Drake, I am so happy you reconsidered. Seriously. This is positively the best news!"
"I hope you didn't hire someone else," I said and smiled to myself. "If so, it would suck to be that person."
"No," Michael replied. "I spoke with several other surgeons who have experience with robotics, but I didn't commit. You put me in a bad position because none of the other candidates have your level of expertise. This makes me very happy all around."
I cleared my throat. "There'll be no issue with my recent tabloid coverage?"
"No," he said adamantly. "This is my baby and I have complete authority over hiring. I proposed you as my first choice and the administration only considered your experience, your time in Africa and your work in NYP. You were widely approved."
"That's great," I said, a huge sense of relief flooding me. "I don't want to face staff who are unhappy to have me there."
"No need to worry about that. They're eager to learn from you. I can't wait for you and Kate to get here – and that pretty little girl of yours, too."
"Thanks, Michael. This really is the most exciting opportunity I could ever think of. And it comes at the perfect time. Kate will have an adjustment to make, but she's happy that I'll be working, doing what I love."
"She can paint here. There are great nurseries for children Sophie's age. The school system is first rate if Liam comes. Really, I think you'll love it here."
