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I tried to squash the doubt in my mind. I had to go on my own gut feelings and trust myself. My time with Drake had been only wonderful. Only pleasurable.
"Good," Drake said and kissed me tenderly. He ran the backs of his fingers along my cheek, then touched the choker, before letting his fingers drop to my cleavage. "I want us to be happy and enjoy ourselves tonight, with your father and Elaine but also as a couple. Until they arrive, we're in scene and I want your total submission to me. No questions. No more doubt."
He ran his hand along my leg, from my knee to my thigh. Then, he slipped his hand under the hem of my dress, his fingers searching out the tops of my seamed stockings to the clasps of my garter belt.
"Mmm," he said, murmuring against my throat. "Just what the doctor ordered."
I closed my eyes, smiling. "Your wish is my command."
He pressed me down on the couch, lying on top of me, his body between my now-spread thighs. Once more, he fingered my garters and the tops of my stockings as if he couldn't get enough of them. Then, he slipped them between my thighs, his fingers unerringly finding the opening to my body, his thumb on my clit, which he circled lazily. I moaned softly and couldn't help but move my hips in response, pressing into his fingers.
He kissed me deeply, his tongue finding mine, searching my mouth, sucking in my tongue. My heart raced, shocks of lust surging through me as he slipped fingers inside to test my level of arousal. He pulled back, his eyes half hooded.
"Nice and wet already," he said, his voice a whisper. "It'll be hard to last through the night with you like that."
I lay with my eyes closed, a smile on my lips. "All you have to do is talk to me and I'm ready. In fact," I added. "I only have to think of you."
He bent down and kissed my neck and I could feel the rise of his cheek in a smile.
"That's an awful lot of power," he said, his voice playful. "I like it, being a Dom and all." He grinned at that and then abruptly sat up, pulling his hand from between my thighs and beneath my dress. He stood and helped me up, my legs a little wobbly from the lust he'd built up with his talk and his touch and his kiss.
"So, what are your plans? Are you going to make me so aroused before dinner that I can't focus and sit there like a rag doll in front of my parents?"
"Oh, I have so many plans, Ms. Bennet," he said and pulled me to the closet, where he removed my coat and held it out for me. "You'll just have to be a good submissive and wait to find out." He opened his eyes wide at that, reminding me I was supposed to be in sub mode.
"I'm still learning what being a good submissive means," I said and slipped the coat on. "I'm always questioning everything."
He wrapped his arms around me from behind. "That's how I knew you and I would be so good together. You want to know, to understand. I love to teach. We're perfect together."
I smiled and leaned back against him. We were.
CHAPTER TWO
The Russian Tea Room was busy when we arrived. After we removed our coats, a hostess took us in the elevator to the fourth floor Hearth Room, which Drake had reserved for the evening, sparing no expense. As
the elevator rose, Drake stood slightly behind me, his arms around me, pressing his already-hard erection against me while the hostess stood at the front of the elevator, making pleasant conversation.
When we arrived on the fourth floor, the hostess led the way to our private dining room. My skin tingled as Drake took my hand in his, running his thumb over my knuckles. The Hearth Room was all gilded chairs and white tablecloths with sparkling crystal, the walls deep maroon, the floors polished wood and covered with Persian carpets. In the center of the room stood the hearth, and on either side were tables. In one wing, a set of plush dark sofas faced each other across a coffee table.
Drake led me to the sofas where tiny buckwheat crepes called blini, caviar and vodka had been laid out on the mirrored surface. Once the hostess left, Drake pulled me down onto his lap and began to feed me blini smeared with caviar, sour cream and minced red onions.
I lay across his lap, my arm around his shoulder, and enjoyed the delicious savory taste of the caviar, the creaminess of the sour cream, the bite of the onion all wrapped together in the tiny crepe.
Drake handed me a shot glass of vodka, which I downed after he toasted us. The vodka warmed my throat and belly, and soon, I was so relaxed, I barely noticed when Drake's hand slipped once more beneath my dress to caress my thigh where the tops of my nylons met my lace garters. After we finished off another blini, my eyes closed in pleasure, Drake stood up and left me on the couch, going to the double doors and closing them, so that we were cut off from the other rooms. I stood up, adjusting my dress and turned to the washroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said, eyeing me with a frown.
"Just to freshen up before my parents get here."
"You look beautiful just the way you are," he said and came to my side, his gaze moving over my face. "I want you," he said, his voice hoarse. "Now."
He grabbed me and pulled me close, his lean hard body pressed against mine, one hand at the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair.
"Drake," I said, barely able to speak. "My parents are supposed to arrive…"
"Not for at least fifteen minutes. That gives me plenty of time, so relax, Katherine," he said, his voice commanding. He fingered the collar around my neck, touching the diamond pendant that hung at the base of my throat. "I gave the establishment strict instructions that we aren’t to be disturbed until your parents arrive. When they do, they'll call my cell first, and won't send them up until I say."
He tilted my head up and covered my mouth with his, his lips soft in contrast to the hardness of his erection grinding into my belly. I moaned as his tongue found mine, sucking me into his mouth possessively, his kiss growing in intensity while his hands roved over my ass, squeezing a buttock, pulling me even closer.
