Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

Then he took the black handkerchief and used it to blindfold me.

As usual, when I was blindfolded, I felt my body relax, even as my arousal increased. There was nothing I could do to stop what would happen next, other than to use a safe word, which I didn’t ever want to have to use. Then, he restrained my hands with the cuffs as he fastened them to the side of the bed.

He spread my legs wide and played with my clit, his thumb moving over it slowly, teasing me, building up the sensations. He slid his cock against me and I groaned when the tip pressed against my opening, wanting him to fill me up. When he entered me, I knew it wouldn’t take any time before I'd come and so I turned myself over to his expert hands, his nice thick cock sliding in and out of me, his fingers on my clit supplying even more stimulation. I moaned when he pulled out of me, wanting the stimulation to continue.

He paused for a moment and then I felt something cool drizzle over me.

"Lie still," he said and stroked me with something – I wasn't sure what it was at first but then I recognized the feel of it. Big.

I gasped. "When did you get it?"

"Katherine…" he said, stopping his movements.

"Sorry, Sir," I said, making a face.

"I went to our storage container. Now, no more questions."

Drake had promised to get it inside of me and that I would come when he did. I bit my lip, a tiny bit of fear in me at the thought.

"Don't be afraid," he said, his voice deep and warm. "Relax."

I tried, taking in a deep breath. He stroked Big over me, focusing on my clit. Then he slipped his cock inside of me, the two sensations enough to overcome my reluctance. He built me back up almost to the point of orgasm, and then stopped his motions, denying me. I moaned when he stopped thrusting.

"You want it, Katherine?"

"Yes," I said, my body almost vibrating with need. "Please."

"Please, what?"

"Please, Sir."

He slipped himself out of me, his thumb on my clit and then pressed Big to the entrance of my body, which ached, needing something to fill it. As I expected, Big was too big, but Drake didn’t force it inside. Instead, he merely continued to alternate, as he entered me with this cock, slipped out and then pressed the tip of Big to my swollen flesh. After he did this several times, Drake had me so worked up that I thought I'd faint from desire, and that's when he did push Big inside me a bit farther. I panted, for Big was still too big, but I was gone at that point and Drake pushed it deeper, farther than it had ever been before, and when he stroked my clit, white hot pleasure surged through me, my body shuddering as I came hard, my orgasm tearing through me, making me cry out in shock.

"That’s what I want to hear," Drake said, his voice pleased. Then, he withdrew Big from my body, entering me again, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust hard and fast until his own release. He collapsed on top of me, his hands covering mine, his face beside mine, lips at my ear. We lay like that for a few moments, both of us breathing hard. Finally, he rose up and unfastened the cuffs holding my wrists above my head and removed the blindfold. Then he lay on top of me, his lips next to my ear.

"Told you."

I could hear the triumph in his voice. On my part, I was still too busy recovering to respond, but I couldn’t hold back my smile.

He rolled off me and lay beside me on the bed, a finger tweaking my nipple.

"You came really hard." His voice sounded so pleased.

"I did," I said, smiling as he cupped my breast. "I've been denied for quite a while."

"Not denied," he said, his voice a bit wounded. "Kate, I've been busy…"

I turned to him and cupped his face with my hands. "I didn't mean it that way. I was kidding."

"No you weren't," he said and shook his head. "I feel like I'm neglecting you, and that's the last thing in this world I want to do, Kate. Even when I'm at work and busy, you creep into my thoughts and I think of your enticing smile, your green eyes, your incredible breasts, the way you moan when you come… Don't feel like I'm not thinking of you, wanting you, wishing I could be with you. I am."

"I know," I said. "I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I think of you, too. Probably more than you think of me, because you're so busy. But soon, I'll be busy and I won't miss you as much."

"I don't want that," he said. "I want you panting with unmet desire for me when I come home." Then he grinned a little and kissed me.

"When we go back to Manhattan, will you be as busy as you are here?"

Drake sighed and pulled me closer. "I'll probably play with the band a few times a week, but I won't be as busy with surgery. At NYP I only do the really specialized surgeries so my load is a lot lighter. I do more here because Michael needs someone to help with the cases he gets in from areas where there are few neurosurgeons. I probably will teach a class a year though. You know that I love to teach."