Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

I took it, knowing I had to submit to whatever he had planned without question. My heart raced when he raised my hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against my knuckles. He looked into my eyes, his blue ones intense.

“I'm going to blindfold you and take you into a room.”

I felt breathless as he led me through a set of doors and into a hallway. There were doors on either side. Some were closed, while others were open. Drake reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out the black handkerchief that we often used as a blindfold. He took my shoulders in his hands and bent down to look me squarely in the eyes.

"On one side, the rooms are private. On the other side, the rooms are public, with a large two-way mirror that points out into the dungeon so people can watch and a microphone so they can listen. I'm going to tie you up, and I'm going to fuck you."

I nodded, my pulse fluttering.

He wasn't going to tell me which of the two kinds of rooms he was taking me into. I didn’t ask, knowing enough not to despite my desire to know. I had to trust him.

He removed my m

ask and tied the blindfold around my eyes so I was in darkness, feeling a bit unbalanced, breathless, my body responding, my flesh swollen. He led me down the hall, turned me around several times so that I was disoriented. I had no idea which side of the hall had the private rooms or which ones had two-way mirrors.

Finally, he led me into a room and closed the door. He left me standing alone, and I couldn't see what he was doing, but I listened and heard the scrape of metal against the floor. He must be positioning furniture – a table? A bench? I had no idea.

He returned to me and moved me, taking my hands and fastening them together behind my back, using cuffs that were lined with lambs wool. Then, he kissed me, his mouth covering mine, his tongue penetrating my mouth, searching out my tongue, which he sucked.

He pulled back and ran his fingers over my cheek and down my chin to my throat. He touched the collar and then his fingers trailed lower to the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down slowly, until it was down to my waist. I shivered from the cool air touching my skin.

He kissed my throat and then pulled the neck of my dress down, exposing my shoulder, which he kissed. He repeated this with the other shoulder and then I felt my breasts completely exposed to the air, my nipples puckering.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Katherine."

I gasped when his mouth closed around one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the areola.

"You have the most beautiful breasts," he said, his breath warm on my skin. "And they're all mine. If we were in a public room, other men would see you like this, see me sucking your beautiful nipples like this, and they'd be aroused, wishing they were the one touching you instead."

He took my breasts in his hands and squeezed while he sucked, moving from one nipple to another. I groaned and couldn't help but thrust my breast at his mouth, greedy for the sensations.

"You like that idea, do you, Katherine?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, barely able to speak.

"I thought so. I thought there was a bit of an exhibitionist inside of you. You want me to touch you, to kiss you, to suck you, to eat you, to fuck you, but the thought of other men, nameless, faceless men, watching us arouses you, doesn’t it?"

"Yes, Sir," I said and licked my lips.

He continued to unzip my dress and soon, it was completely undone and open. I knew that if people were watching, they could see my garter belt and the tops of my hose, my shaved pussy bare. He went behind me and unfastened my cuffs, moving my hands in front of me, then refastening them together before guiding me to my knees. Next, I heard the clink of metal against metal – chain? My hands were pulled up so that they were above my head.

The clink of his belt buckle followed, the zhrrr of his zipper.

"Open your mouth."

I did, and felt something slip inside – Drake's finger. I closed my mouth on it and sucked, rolling my tongue around the tip the way I would if it was his cock. He removed his finger and then I felt something wet slide over my open lips.

"Lick me," he commanded, one of his hands behind my head to guide me. I complied, slowly running my tongue under the head, then licked his length, running along the rim, before tonguing the slit.

"All over," he said, his voice low, slightly husky. "Suck me." I did as he commanded, running my wet lips over his length, from the base to the head, before sucking the thick head into my mouth. I received an appreciative groan from him.

"Take as much as you can," he said, his voice a bit shaky.

I relaxed my throat, taking more and more of his length into my mouth until the head pressed against the back of my throat.

"Oh, God, that feels so good…" He began to thrust slowly, pulling out of my mouth completely and then pressing past my lips once more. I tried to offer some resistance to enhance his sensation, and he moaned. I gagged a bit when he went too deep when I wasn't prepared, and he pulled back, taking care not to push too hard.

"I'm sorry," I said after I regained my composure. "I don’t want to disappoint you."