Drake Restrained: A Novella in the Unrestrained Series (The Drake Restrained Series)

by Lund, S. E.

  "On your knees," she said and motioned to the floor with her riding crop, but it was difficult to get down with your arms bound behind your back. I didn’t realize how much you relied on your arms for balance.

  She actually put an arm under mine to help me down and it was the first time I had ever relied on a woman for assistance to do something as simple as kneel. I expect it was strategic on her part, to remove my ability to be independent and in control of my own body.

  It worked. As she helped me to my knees, I finally felt helpless. Of course, I could always struggle back to my feet and demand to end the scene, but I was there to learn and had committed to give it the old college try.

  Then she lifted her thigh and laid it over my shoulder so that her groin was directly in my face. I couldn’t help but see her shaven folds through the thin sheer thong she wore, and smell her arousal. Despite the submissive position I was in, that scent made me even harder.

  "Lick me," she said.

  When I hesitated, she tilted my head up, one finger under my chin.

  "Through the material."

  I complied, licking her labia through the fabric, and she was already wet. She was excited about the prospect of topping me. I pressed my tongue against her slit where her clit would be, wanting to stimulate her and she pushed herself forward with a gasp.

  "Use your tongue to get underneath the fabric and lick me."

  I tried, running the tip of my tongue along each side of the thong, then slipping it beneath the fabric, straining to reach her slit, using my tongue to push the material aside. It wasn't easy.

  Then she removed her thigh from my shoulder and stood in front of me, her skirt hiked up, her pussy a mere inch from my nose.

  "Use your teeth to remove my thong."

  I did, biting one side of the thong and pulling it down, then moving to the other side to do the same, baring her pussy. It took some doing but finally, I had the thong far down her thighs. She stepped out of the thong, which fell to the floor, and then she raised her thigh and laid it over my shoulder once more.

  "Lick me again," she said. I moved back to her folds, licking them until they were glistening with my saliva, slipping my tongue between the lips to taste her, finding her clit with the tip.

  Many Doms don't pleasure their subs orally, finding it too submissive an act, but I loved oral sex, giving and receiving. I enjoyed feeling a woman come under my mouth, her clit throbbing against my tongue during her orgasm. It made me hard as rock, and so I was becoming more excited as I pleasured Lara, despite being on my knees, my arms bound behind my back.

  This wasn't so bad.

  I licked her and sucked her clit until she came, grinding her pussy against my mouth, her hands on my head, fingers in my hair.

  When she was finished, she stepped back and adjusted her dress, covering herself up. She picked up her thong from the floor and stuffed it in a pocket of my leather pants. Then, she went behind me and unfastened my restraints. When I tried to stand, she pressed down on my shoulders to keep me on my knees.

  "Would you like to come, Drake?"

  I glanced around, feeling slightly awkward with several of the other patrons watching.

  I nodded.

  She ran the crop over my lips. "Remember your manners…"

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "Yes, what?"

  I smiled. "Yes, Mistress, I would like to come."

  She ran the crop down my chest to my dick, which throbbed when I felt the leather against my bare skin.

  "I'd love to see you stroke that nice fat cock and make yourself come. Do it for me. Keep your eyes on me the entire time."

  I did, despite feeling strange, because my dick was hard and I wanted to learn what it was like to be under someone else's control.

  I gripped my cock, and used the fluid leaking out of the tip to lubricate my hand. I stroked myself, my eyes closing involuntarily, trying to find a rhythm that would guarantee a quick orgasm.

  "Keep your eyes open and on me."

  I opened my eyes, stroking while I looked in Lara's.

  It was such an intimate moment, pleasuring myself while she and the others watched. She kept glancing down at my cock, watching me jerk off, then back to my eyes, and that turned me on even more. As I grew closer to my release, she seemed to sense it.

  "Come for me, Drake," she said, her voice husky. I did, ejaculating, my face hot, somewhat ashamed that I was able to do it in front of strangers, but they seemed to enjoy it and cheered as I shuddered. A look of triumph crossed Lara's face.

  "Good boy," she said, running the crop over my cheek as I caught my breath. "Let that be a lesson to you. To assert dominance, order your sub to service you after you’ve aroused them. Then, order them to pleasure themselves and make sure they keep their eyes on yours. It will enforce your position of power and their subordinate status, in addition to making you closer through the intimacy of the act. A sub wants to feel your power over them. If you don’t assert it, they won't feel safe and fulfilled. You make them feel safe and fulfilled by showing them you have control. Whatever it is that they need to do, they do on your orders. They're no longer responsible and can be free to enjoy their kinks, whatever they are."

  Chessie's voice brought me back from the memory of my first time in the dungeon with Lara. I blinked and watched as Chessie bounced around the room, excited to see what everyone was doing and I knew by her energy that she wasn’t the sub for me. It was Jenna who was more my type, and despite her reluctance to have sex in public, I knew she’d come around eventually. She needed a lot of coaxing and to feel completely safe with me before she’d be able to let go of her inhibitions. I'd use that lesson with her, making sure to arouse her to near orgasm before ordering her to service me then demanding she bring herself to orgasm while I watched.

  The fact that she wanted me to tie her up in public suggested she wanted people to look at her and know she was a sub under my control. Public sex would come eventually if I handled her properly.

  It was then I saw someone I recognized from my health club – the friend of Ethan’s I met earlier, a fellow justice on one of New York’s courts. I couldn’t remember which one. Initially, I felt the need to hide from him, but he saw me and nodded in recognition. I nodded back but his presence took me out of the dungeon and into my world outside the lifestyle. It also reminded me of Katherine and her stockings and garters.

  In that moment, I wanted Katherine with me instead of Jenna or Chessie. The night lost its excitement because I was no longer satisfied with the prospect of having both Chessie and Jenna – something that would please any Dom in his right mind.

  The rest of the night was disappointing. I tied Jenna up as promised, using some soft leather straps I brought along to bind her breasts, using soft rope to restrain her. I took the opportunity to talk about various forms of Japanese rope play, talking about safety, especially with suspension bondage, and how to ensure that any restraint could be easily released to prevent unintentional pain.

  As for Chessie, she wanted to try out the sex swing. I knew she wanted me to fuck her publicly, but instead, I whispered in her ear that I wasn’t up to it that night but she was free to find someone else if she desired.

  She looked up at me with disappointment.

  “I knew you liked her better,” she said, pouting. “What did I do wrong?”

  I shrugged, ignoring her failure to address me properly. I didn’t have the desire to correct her at that point. “We don’t have the right chemistry, Chessie.” I raised my eyebrows, hoping she’d get the message. “But I saw a few of the other Doms who might be interested in playing with you, if you’d like.”

  “Sorry, Sir,” she said and stood with her arms folded for a moment as if in protest. I went to Lara, who had finished her scene with her sub and told her that things weren’t working out with Chessie but that she wanted to keep playing with someone else. Lara arranged to have one of the other Doms play with Chessie so she didn’t go home unfulfilled.<
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  I stood with Jenna on the sidelines and we watched as Chessie’s new Dom bent her over a bench, blindfolded and restrained her hands and feet before fucking her.

  That could have been me, but all of a sudden, I felt as if this whole evening was a poor substitute for what I really wanted – to be alone with Katherine, to be spending time getting to know her. To have her there with me instead. Still, the sexual energy in the room was infectious, and I grew hard watching Chessie as she clearly enjoyed the night’s developments.

  Jenna looked up at me with those big brown eyes.

  “Sir, could this submissive do anything to please you, Sir?”

  I knew she didn’t want to perform in public, and so I nodded and bent down to kiss her, to let her know I was pleased. I stroked her hair, ran a finger over her mouth, touching her lips.

  “You have a lovely mouth. I want you to use it to please me.”

  She smiled and then glanced away, her blush visible even in the dim room.

  I led her out of the dungeon and into one of the small private rooms in the back of the house that had been designated for private scenes. I closed the door behind us and pulled Jenna against my body, making sure to pull her hips against mine so she could feel my erection.

  I ran my fingers over the tops of her breast, and saw her shiver in response, her skin all gooseflesh. Then I kissed her tenderly, my hand sliding down her bare back to cup her butt, which was nice and firm and round. I lingered over the kiss, then spent time nibbling on her shoulder, pulling down a strap of her very low-cut dress before baring one breast. Although smaller than I liked, her breast was perfect, with a nice rosebud nipple and I paid attention to it, sucking and nibbling on it gently. She moaned softly and pressed her breast into my mouth.

  Remembering my lesson from that first time with Lara, I turned her around, kissed her neck from behind, and then used a pair of leather cuffs to restrain her arms behind her. I pulled down the other strap to her dress, baring both her breasts, and tweaked her nipples from behind, kissing her shoulder.

  Then I turned her around and pushed on her shoulders so that she knelt down in front of me. I made sure to assist her as she knelt, reminding her of who was more powerful between the two of us.

  “Lick me,” I said, my voice husky. "Over my pants." She did, running her tongue over my erection, which strained against the leather.

  "Unbutton my pants with your teeth," I ordered, and she proceeded to try, pulling at the fly, struggling to get the buttons opened. Finally, she managed the top two and I did the rest, pulling out my erection so that it sprung out directly in front of her face.

  She glanced up at me, waiting for me to order her to suck me. I took my cock in hand and rubbed the wet head over her lips. She remained still, letting me, waiting like an obedient sub should.

  "Lick me," I said finally, and she did, leaning forward to run her tongue over the head and then the shaft. "My balls, too," I added and she complied. She gently took one into her mouth and ran her tongue over it.

  "Good girl," I said. "Now, suck me."

  I leaned back against the door and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her velvety wet mouth on the head of my cock, letting her do the work for a while. Soon, I took over control, my hands on her head, guiding her over my cock, increasing the rhythm until my pleasure built, my orgasm near. It was then I thought of Katherine out of the blue, and then I imagined that it was Katherine on her knees to me instead of Jenna, Katherine’s lips around my cock instead of Jenna’s.

  When I came, my hands gripping Jenna’s dark hair, fucking her mouth, the warm wet lips around my cock were Katherine’s and it was she who was swallowing me.

  I felt only a smidgen of guilt that my focus was on Katherine instead of Jenna, but I had already decided against having Jenna as my sub.

  She was too easy.

  I arrived home later that night after dropping Jenna and Lara off – Chessie having decided to leave with the new Dom she’d met. I felt exhausted and wanted nothing more than to have a hot bath and go to bed. I texted Lara once I was out of the bath.

  How did you enjoy the night? I’m glad Chessie found herself a Dom. She was far too energetic for my tastes.

  Lara texted me back after a few moments.

  Call me if you want to talk. You don't seem all that taken with Jenna either. What’s up?

  I didn’t want to talk about it, preferring not to admit that someone outside the lifestyle had become my focus. Both Lara and I knew that way was fraught with almost certain disappointment and I didn’t want a lecture from her. Despite the fact we were both Dominants, Lara felt a certain ownership of me and often tried to dominate me.

  Jenna is sweet, but maybe a bit too easy for me. Keep searching. I’ll send her a nice email wishing her luck.

  Lara texted right back.

  I’ll check and see if there’s anyone else.

  I smiled at that, and texted her back.

  Good night, Matchmaker. We’ll talk later.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  I saw Katherine again sooner than I imagined.

  Dave texted me Sunday night to say that she was meeting him at a café close to the foundation later on Monday afternoon to do the interview.

  “I can do it if you’re too busy,” he said on the phone. “I know this is short notice so don’t feel pressured to come by.”

  “I’ll be there,” I said, not willing to let Dave do the interview alone. “I have surgery scheduled at one but should have everything wrapped up by three.”

  “I’ll do the interview if you’re late so don’t sweat it.”

  “Wait for me,” I said. “She should really talk to me, since it’s my foundation.”

  “You are smitten, Drake,” Dave said, laughing over the phone line.

  “You behave,” I said and smiled in spite of myself. I hung up, a little jolt in my gut at the prospects of seeing Katherine again. I’d invite her out for lunch or a drink so I could elaborate on my foundation’s work but, of course, it was really so that I could try to work my charm on her.

  If she responded even slightly, I'd go all out.

  No holds barred.

  I was eager to get through my cases that morning and hoped everything would go well with my first surgery after lunch, but we ran into some technical problems with the equipment in the OR and were delayed about twenty minutes. I had little time so I didn’t change out of my scrubs into my street clothes and even then, didn’t make it over to the café for the interview until a few minutes after 3:30. Katherine was there with Dave and as I approached the table, the two were shaking hands. Perhaps they just arrived and I wasn't late at all. I laid a hand on Dave's shoulder and smiled at Katherine.

  "There you are," I said. "I was wondering if I'd make it down in time."

  "We just finished," Katherine said and shrugged, smiling guiltily.

  "I told Mr. Mills that I'd be right over and he was supposed to wait and let me do the interview." I made a face at Dave and then turned to Katherine and caught her eye. "Stay behind for a moment so we can speak alone."

  She glanced at Dave as if surprised. Dave must have arrived early so he could do the interview himself.

  Dave turned to her. "I didn't want you to waste your time in case Drake wasn't able to get away from the hospital. Sometimes his surgeries take longer than planned. Nice talking to you again, Kate. Good interview."

  Dave left the café, and I was finally alone with her. I sat beside her, my arm on the back of her chair, and just looked at her, drinking in every detail of her appearance.

  Once more I note her fair skin, her green eyes, soft pink lips, and her silky golden brown hair.

  "Well," she said after a moment, her cheeks pink. "I'm here. What did you want to talk about?"

  Her expression of bemused patience brought me back to the moment.

  "How's your ankle? Your knees?" I checked her legs, which were covered by tights under a short jean skirt.

  "Almost all better."


  "Good."

  She smiled at me but I was in no rush, enjoying how her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I couldn’t help imagining her with a sexual flush instead.

  "So? You wanted to speak with me?"

  "I wanted to offer you the chance to ask me anything now that I'm here," I said and leaned in closer. I caught a whiff of her perfume and once again was struck by how desirable she smelled. Fresh and warm, making me want to curl my body around hers, my face in her neck.

  "I think I got everything I need from Mr. Mills."

  "You don't want to hear my side of things? Considering it's my father's foundation…"

  She hesitated as if considering. She could walk out if she wanted – there was no reason for her to humor me. Instead, she decided to continue and that gave me a small bit of hope.

  "I do have a few questions, more about motivation." She took out an iPhone and started the recording. "Can you tell me why he started this foundation?"

  I moved my chair a bit closer, and leaned in, wanting to observe how she responded to my nearness. As I expected, she flushed once more, her cheeks pink.

  "He was a socialist, committed to eradicating poverty,” I said, remembering my father with fondness, despite his neglect. “He didn't expect to become rich and so when he did, he poured almost every extra cent into helping hospitals in third world countries, especially Africa. He said something about unequal development and capitalist exploitation – you'd know more about that than me." Dave told me she was a bit of a socialist, so I decided to check and see if he was right.

  She frowned, but didn’t correct me. Her politics intrigued me. The fact she had rejected her father's conservatism meant she was a bit rebellious. I liked that. It meant she was trying to think on her own.

  "The Foundation continues his work today. Everything we do in the Foundation is to try to fulfill my father's vision, even if only in a small way. He was so committed to his causes." I spoke more about the foundation and why my father started it, how it gave him a chance to give back the money he felt he didn’t need or deserve.