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“We’ll be glad to,” I said and smiled.
Then Drake pulled me out of the pub and into the Manhattan night.
We went back to the apartment, walking the few blocks to a parking garage and driving through the city, down streets filled with late-night revelers. Once we arrived at the apartment, Drake opened the door for me, ever the gentleman, and then before I had even taken off my sandals and put down my bag, he grabbed me and kissed me deeply.
“I need you,” he said in a low voice.
“I’m yours,” I replied, my voice husky with desire – desire he ignited in me with his insistent touch and the way he ran his hands over my body. I wondered what he had planned for me, thinking that perhaps he wanted to tie me up and blindfold me, asserting our D/s relationship as a way to reestablish that we were into power exchange and not just a vanilla couple. I thought perhaps that inviting me to watch him play might upset his equilibrium and he would need to go all Dom with me.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he stripped me naked and admired me while I stood in our bedroom, next to the bed, waiting.
“You’re perfect,” he said to me while he ran his hand over my shoulder, down to the curve of my breast. He cupped it and ran his finger over my nipple until it puckered under his touch.
I wanted to protest that I was far from perfect, reciting the litany of insecurity that still ran through my head when I was complimented – I was short, my hair was ordinary brown, my hips a little too curvy and now I’d be developing a pregnant belly…
But Drake’s expression when his gaze moved over my naked body quashed those doubts and insecurities. I could see the blatant lust in his eyes and it shut up those voices.
His expression said he couldn’t get enough of me.
I stood still and let him look at me, touch me, and his touch and gaze aroused me. Finally, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, keeping his eyes opened, taking one of my hands and sliding it down his chest to his abs, and then to his thick, rock-hard erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.
“Feel what you do to me,” he said his voice low and smoky.
I squeezed his erection, running my fingers from the tip to the base, barely able to get my fingers around his girth. I closed my eyes and imagined him filling me up so completely while he fucked me.
“Your breasts are so lush, your body so responsive…” he said and cupped one breast, kneading the nipple between his finger and thumb. It sent a jolt of lust right to my clit and I moaned softly in response. His hand traced softly down my waist to my hip and then between my thighs, which he parted, forcing me to lean against the bed. “Mmm,” he said with a satisfied grunt. “Nice and wet. I need to fuck you. Now.”
“I’m yours,” I managed to whisper, my throat dry, my heart fluttering.
He pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of me fully clothed.
“Aren’t you going to undress?” I asked, my hands stroking up his back.
“No,” he said and kissed the tops of my breasts. “I’m going to devour you completely with all my clothes on. Then, when I’ve made you come twice with my fingers and tongue, I’m going to unzip and fuck you hard and fast and make you come again, all while fully clothed.”
“Why?” I asked, knowing I was pushing the terms of our D/s relationship, but I was curious. “Why wouldn’t you want to be naked so our skin can touch?”
“Why?” he said, a touch of humor in his voice. “Because, I own you, Katherine. When you’re naked and I’m dressed, it reinforces that I own you, that’s why. You’re mine and I can do anything I want to you. What I want is to eat you until you scream out my name, and then fuck you until I’m blinded from pleasure.”
“Is that a promise,” I asked softly, knowing full well it was. When Drake said he was going to make me come three times, I believed him.
I closed my eyes and tried not to smile, but I heard him chuckle above me.
“Insolent girl…”
And then, he kissed me hard, shutting me up, and did exactly what he said.
> Later, when we were both spent, he lay on his back beside me, his arms spread out wide. I cuddled against his still fully clothed body, his belt still fastened, his zipper undone and his now deflating erection lying to one side.
“I like a man who keeps his promises,” I said with a grin.
He smiled back, his eyes still closed. “I’m a man of my word.” Then he turned his head towards me and his expression became serious. “You’re everything to me, Kate,” he said softly. “None of this,” he said and waved his hand around and I knew what he meant – the apartment with all the expensive renovations, his wealth. “None of it means anything to me without you. I realize now how lonely I was before I met you.”
“You had a good life, Drake,” I said and leaned up on my elbow so I could look in his eyes. “You had the band, your foundation, the company, your practice. You had submissives…”
“I think I worked so hard and kept so busy so I wouldn’t feel empty. I was very lonely. I didn’t know it, but I was hoping to find you – someone like you. When I did, I fell so hard…”
