Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

"Au contraire, ma petite chérie," he said. "You could never disappoint me. Only yourself."

He pulled out completely and left me on my knees, almost panting with desire.

Then, I heard the scrape of metal against the floor. He was positioning furniture. When he returned, he pulled me up and then raised the chain once more. Something pushed against my buttocks and Drake lifted me by the hips, positioning me so that I was perched on something hard, but padded, like one of the benches people used in the demonstrations. I knew my dress was open and my body, naked except for the garters and hose, would be visible.

He hoisted the chains higher and my arms lifted above my head so that they were taut. Then he spread my thighs and stood between my legs. He took each foot and lifted it so that it rested on his shoulders and began to rub his erection against me, slowly, teasing my clit with each thrust. The combination of sensations, the way I was helpless to do anything but respond, the possibility that people were watching us… I didn’t take long before the sensations built up and I came from the external stimulation alone, crying out, my body arcing in pleasure.

"That's so good, Katherine," Drake said and entered me before I was finished, and the added stimulation prolonged everything so that I came again, shuddering around his length. I gasped as he thrust harder and faster, and then he came as well, ramming into me as he ejaculated, his hands gripping my hips.

Then he collapsed against me, his mouth by my cheek, his panting loud in my ear.

We remained in that position for a few moments, each of us recovering. He kissed my cheek, my chin, my forehead and finally my mouth, his kiss tender. His lips went once more to my ear and he whispered, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear.

"That was amazing... I needed that."

Finally, he pulled out, slipping out of my body and I could feel his come trickle out of me. He stood and I heard his zipper fasten, his belt buckle jangle and I knew he was watching it, enjoying the evidence of his total possession of my body.

Were others watching and enjoying as well?

I had no idea, but the mere fact that they might have been was part of what pleased me and I felt a huge blush spread over my cheeks at that realization.

I was an exhibitionist… Who would have ever thought that I, meek and mild Katherine McDermott, would get off on the idea of people watching me have sex with my lover?

Drake didn’t remove my blindfold until we were in a washroom so I still had no idea whether we were in a private room or public. Either way, it had been very exciting and enjoyable. We stood together and he used wet paper towels to wipe me down, carefully cleaning me, providing me with the aftercare I needed after such an intense – for me – scene.

"You were magnificent, Katherine," he said, his eyes twinkling from behind the mask he still wore. "You never protested once or failed to comply or showed hesitancy."

I smiled at him, my cheeks hot. "I'm surprised I didn't run away."

He shook his head slowly. "The fact you responded to the public sex the way you did suggested to me that you'd secretly enjoy it, but that you could never do it on your own volition. That's why you have me," he said and smiled.

"I have you for more than just pushing my limits," I said. "But you’re right. I could never suggest it myself."

He grinned. "So I'm more than merely a bone to you?"

"That and much more," I replied and ran my fingers through his hair. It was a bit damp from his exertions but he looked happy. I was happy.

"You’re not going to tell me whether it was public or private, are you?"

"Nope."

He zipped up my dress when he was finished cleaning me off, leaving the zipper low enough to show considerable cleavage.

"You are so mean…"

He laughed out loud at that. "I know what you need, Kate. Let's leave it at that."

"Damn you!" I said and playfully pounded his shoulder. "I want to know!"

"You'll never know.

I'm very good at keeping secrets."

"I'll deprive you of sex until you tell me," I said and gave a fake pout.

"Ha!" he said and tickled me, making me squeal and try to avoid him. "You'll deprive yourself then. You're as horny as me."

I twisted away from his searching fingers and laughed, protecting my waist with my bent arms. "All right, all right. Stop!" I said, giggling. "I won’t ask. You'll tell me if and when you think I should know."