Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

"I missed you today, Katherine," he said, his voice deep and warm.

"I missed you, Sir."

"You can open your eyes now."

I did, blinking after keeping them shut for quite some time. When I did, I was staring into his blue eyes and once again, I was struck by how beautiful they were, so light blue, like faded denim, with thick black lashes and dark brows. A thrill went through me when our eyes met and I saw the intensity in his.

Then he lifted me up, his hands under my arms, so that I stood in front of him. He walked in a circle around me, examining my clothing.

"Very nice," he said, running a hand over my shoulder and down over the bodice, cupping a breast as he did. "I like the way your breasts look in that. It makes me breathless."

He stepped closer. "In fact, it makes me want to do this," he said and pulled down one strap, exposing my shoulder. Bending down, he kissed my shoulder, and ran his lips and tongue over my collarbone and down over the upper curve of one breast. I gave a soft moan when he squeezed it and then pulled the fabric down further to expose the entire breast.

"So perfect," he said, his voice a murmur of approval. "Breasts that demand attention." Then he gently pushed me back onto the couch and leaned over me, leaving a line of kisses down from my cheek to my jaw, then down to my breast once more. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, his tongue running in circles around the areola, then pulling on it with gentle teeth. I gasped and arched my back because it felt so good when he sucked once more, sending delicious little chills down my spine and right to my now-throbbing clit.

I thought he'd continue and that we'd have sex before we ate dinner, but instead, he put the strap back on my shoulder, covered my breast and smoothed my dress. Then he pulled me upright so that I stood once more before him.

"I'm starving. Let's eat."

I was shocked back to the present, having been lulled into a lust-filled reverie by his mouth and tongue and hands. I blinked a few times, and then inhaled deeply to get control over my arousal.

"OK…"

He cracked a grin. "A bit worked up are you, Ms. Bennet?"

"A bit," I said, unable to keep from smiling back at him. "Did you intend to work me up and then leave me unsatiated, Sir? Are you so cruel?"

He took my hand and placed it over his erection, which was nice and thick and hard.

"I'm very cruel. I'm also too damn hungry to delay any longer."

I smiled. "Dinner is almost ready. There's salad in the fridge, a fresh baguette, and I only have to turn on the broiler and the shrimp will be cooked in ten minutes."

"Sounds delicious. Let me pour you a glass of wine."

He turned and led me to the kitchen, taking me by the hand. I followed him, surprised at how the evening was going.

"Am I supposed to stay in submissive mode through dinner?"

"Yes, Katherine," he said, his voice sounding a bit impatient. "That was the idea so watch that saucy tongue of yours. I'm only tolerating it because I'm so hungry. You do what I tell you, serve me when I tell you, comply without question to what I demand of you. That includes using proper forms of address…"

"Yes, Master," I said. "I haven't called you that for a long time and it feels pretty…"

I hesitated, thinking I should shut my mouth and not make a comment.

"Pretty what?" he said and stopped at the island in the kitchen, turning to face me, his arms crossed.

"Nothing," I said. "Master."

He nodded. "Good. Now, I'm going to sit here at the island and watch you finish dinner. We can eat here. I don’t care about eating in the dining room. I want to drink my wine and relax, watch you serve me."

I smiled and proceeded to finish cooking dinner. This is what 24/7 couples did – they were in scene all the time, with the Master being served or serviced, and the sub always in proper sub form. I didn’t think I'd like it, but it was fun to serve him after being separated from him all day so I did my best to comply. I said nothing while I turned on the stove's broiler and proceeded to cook the shrimp. I already had plates and cutlery out, so it was a matter of taking out some new placemats we bought earlier in the week and set two places for us.

While I prepared dinner, I felt Drake's eyes on me, and I felt as if I were performing for him. What was he thinking as he watched me? Did he like this? Or was he doing this for psychological reasons? With Drake, I never knew if something was an expression of his desire or whether he did it to give me what he thought I wanted and needed.

"How was your day?" he asked while I cut up the baguette and placed the buttered pieces in a basket. "You had your first class. Did you enjoy it?"

I sighed. "For the most part," I said. I realized I'd have to tell Drake about Sefton.