Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

"I was worried you'd grow bored with me and she'd be there, waiting…"

"What?" He pulled back and frowned, then shook his head slowly, a frustrated grin on his lips. "How could I grow bored with you when I've barely trained you? You've barely submitted to me. I didn't think you really wanted it, so I haven't pushed. I've totally indulged you, Kate. If I wasn't in love with you, you'd be regularly on your knees to me, saying nothing, complying immediately with my smallest demand – unless you wanted a good barehanded spanking."

"If I did want to submit more, would that make you happier?"

"No, no," he said, inhaling deeply. "I'm happy with you the way you are. I don't want to change you. I want to know what you need, and then I want to give it to you exactly the way you want it. I still haven't determined how much of a submissive you are. How much dominance you need from me to be completely fulfilled. It'll take time but we have the rest of our lives."

I smiled and brushed a strand of hair from his eyes. "You really need a haircut, but I think I prefer you with your hair a bit longer."

He smiled back. "If you like it longer, that's the way it's staying. We aim to please." With that, he grinned wickedly, his eyes twinkling, and I knew what he was referring to. "You have no reason to be insecure. I'm yours completely, Ms. Bennet. What more must I do to prove it?"

"Nothing. Forget it." I sighed. "I'm tired and excited and feeling a bit vulnerable. That's all."

"We have the entire weekend to spend together. Once we find a house, we can spend some time alone or we can do some furniture shopping. Whatever you want. I promise. Tomorrow, I'm all yours. Every single inch of me." He said that with a grin, emphasizing inch. I knew what that meant.

I leaned my head against his shoulder. He knew exactly what to say to make it all seem so right. He pulled me more deeply into his embrace and I started to relax, a feeling of warmth spreading through me. He kissed me, slipping his tongue between my lips briefly, before leaving me to rejoin Michael and his resident. Claire was quick to return and sat beside me once more, taking Drake's place.

"Everything OK?" She smiled at me.

"Yes," I said lightly.

"Good. Let's go. I'm going to take you out to my favorite African fast food restaurant."

I nodded and stood, adjusting my skirt, and taking my bag. As we left the room, Drake glanced back at me, touching his lips briefly as if in a kiss. He smiled and the gesture sent a thrill through me. But I couldn't help notice how attentive Sam was, watching us both closely. She was smiling slightly, as if she was happy to be working with him again. I couldn't help it – I had these visions of her changing her mind about kink, seducing Drake, and of them getting together. She was a neurosurgical resident. Right up his alley. It made sense that people in the same field fell in love and got married. I wasn't in his field at all.

I bit back my jealousy, which rose up from somewhere deep inside despite everything Drake had said moments earlier, and left the club, following in Claire's perfumed wake.

Claire and I grabbed some chicken from a fast food restaurant in downtown Nairobi before she drove me back to the hotel. We ate in the room and then she said goodbye, promising to take me shopping on a day she had off, show me where it was safe to shop and where to buy food.

I Skyped my father before eleven as I had promised, so he got it before he went to his club, letting him know we'd arrived safely and were in our hotel. He seemed preoccupied w

ith his nomination business and looked a bit tired, but it was very early back in Manhattan.

I spent the rest of the evening alone, surrounded by the opulence of the hotel, watching cable television news, reading the daily paper. Then, I had a long bath, preparing myself in case Drake was in the mood when he returned. I didn’t expect he would be because we'd both had such a long day with the trip and the mixer, and he'd spent hours at the hospital, but just in case, I wanted to be ready.

Drake was late coming home. I was in bed reading a paperback I bought in the airport when I heard the hotel door open.

"There you are," I said when he entered the bedroom. He came right over to the bed and leaned down to kiss me. "Sorry I'm so late on our first night in Nairobi," he said as he started to undo his tie. "The patient decompensated and we had to go in and operate to remove a subdural hematoma to relieve pressure on his brain. Poor kid. Don't know why parents don’t put their kids in proper car seats. If they saw what I saw on a regular basis, they'd never get in a car without one."

I put my book down. "That's so sad. Will he be OK?"

Drake shrugged as he removed his cufflinks and unbuttoned his cuffs. "If he survives the night, his chances are good. The next few hours will be critical. It was nice to be in surgery again, but I was exhausted, so I was glad I was only watching." He finished undressing and then went to the bathroom where he washed his face and brushed his teeth.

When he was done, he turned off the lights in the rest of the suite and crept into bed beside me.

"I'm exhausted. Go ahead and keep reading if you want, but I have to crash."

"No, that's fine," I said and put my book on the nightstand. I turned off the light, a bit sad that he wasn’t in the mood. I slipped back under the covers and lay in the darkness. Drake snuggled closer to me, his arm around my waist.

"You know I wish I could fuck you, Ms. Bennet," he said, a note of humor in his voice. "But I'm afraid I'd fall asleep in the middle and since I'm such a deep sleeper, you'd be trapped beneath me all night and suffocate…"

I smiled in the darkness. At least he still had his sense of humor. "Don't worry," I said, biting back the small tinge of disappointment. "I can wait. I went a whole year without sex before I met you. What's one night?"

"Oh, God, one night is far too long…"

He pulled me more closely against him and sighed heavily. He kissed my neck, my jaw and then my lips.

"Tomorrow. I promise. I'm going to make you come four times. You're going to be sore, and so satiated that you beg me to give you a break."