Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

Soon he was asleep, his breathing slow and steady. In contrast, I lay awake for a long time, wondering how long it would be before his schedule slacked off a bit so that we could spend some time together, he could make it home in time for dinner or he at least had enough energy to actually have sex.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Drake woke me with kisses along the nape of my neck early in the morning. He lay behind me, his arm around me, fingers between my thighs stroking me, his body pressed against mine. His erection was hard against my back and his mouth moved over my bare shoulder, biting softly.

I smiled, keeping my eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. I opened my mouth to speak but he stopped me.

"Don't say anything," he whispered, rolling me over in bed. He took my hands in his, raising them above my head. "I need you. I need this," he said, his voice a bit shaky from lust. "I don't want you using Big, Bob or your fingers when you have me."

He took the rope he'd bought the previous week and tied my hands to the headboard, and the feel of it tightening around my wrists did something to me and I went completely limp, my body relaxing as if I was freed from some burden. He took his black handkerchief and fastened it around my head, blindfolding me, and then left me alone on the bed.

I waited, my heart pounding, my body warming at the thought he was going to do a quick scene with me before he left for the hospital – that he felt he needed to remind m

e that I was his and he was mine. He bent my knees, spread my thighs and propped my hips up with a pillow. Then, he began to stroke his erection against my flesh, teasing the entrance to my body, then rubbing the tip against my clit. I enjoyed the slow buildup of desire as he reached down and squeezed one of my breasts, tweaking the nipple. He bent forward and sucked, hard, his teeth grazing the hard bud, making my body arch with pleasure.

"I want to try something," he said and left the bed for a moment. When he returned, he began sucking my nipples, and then I felt something cool and metallic enclosing one nipple.

I gasped. A nipple clamp. I wasn't so sure I wanted to try them, but I took in a deep breath and waited, trusting Drake to know what I needed and wanted.

While I focused on it, he sucked my other nipple and then I felt a clamp on it as well.

"There," he said. "How does that feel? Not too painful? They're not very tight."

"They're fine," I said, knowing that when he took them off was when I'd feel the most sensation as the blood returned and the nerves woke up. "I didn’t know you had any."

"I picked them up on the way home one day. You enjoy my teeth so I thought you might enjoy these. Now, shh."

He slid down my body, his tongue trailing across my belly and then between my thighs. I gasped when he flicked his tongue over my clit and my hips jerked involuntarily. While he licked me, he reached up and removed the nipple clamps, and in a few seconds, I knew why people used them – the feeling when the sensation returned was incredibly painful, but with his tongue between my thighs, sending jolts of pleasure through me, the two feelings seemed to magnify my arousal and I groaned when he slipped his fingers inside of me.

He murmured against my clit, and then moved up to suck my nipples, giving each one some attention while he thrust his fingers inside of me. I writhed with desire, wanting him to enter me.

Finally, he slipped inside of me, his hardness filling me, his fingers finding my clit and making me gasp.

"That's what I love to hear," he said, moving into a better position so he could thrust more effectively. "You gasping with pleasure."

He began thrusting, his fingers stroking my clit. Heat filled my body, desire spreading out from where his fingers were and down my legs, into my belly as my orgasm neared.

He pulled off the blindfold and bent over me as he thrust. "Open your eyes when you come for me," he said roughly, exertion making him a bit breathless.

I opened my eyes to watch him. His face was flushed, his hair falling into his eyes, his mouth open. "Tell me when you're going to come."

I licked my lips and concentrated on the sensations that were building in me. "I'm going to…" I whispered as pleasure exploded deep inside, my body shuddering around his length.

"Keep your eyes open," he commanded, and I tried, but could barely comply as my orgasm crested. I gasped, my body arcing from the white-hot pleasure that almost blinded me.

Then, he began to thrust faster, harder, his hands grabbing my hips, pulling my body to meet his with each thrust. Soon, he was groaning as he came as well, ramming himself into me with each gasp.

"Oh, God," he groaned. "So fucking good. Oh, God…"

Then he collapsed on top of me, his arms on either side of mine, his hands covering mine, which were still tied above my head.

"I'd like to take more time for this," he said, breathing deeply, his lips nuzzling my neck. "But I have to run. Next time, we'll have a much longer scene."

We remained in that position for a few moments as he caught his breath, me smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

I'd have to mention resorting to Big more often if that was the result…

We showered together, washing each other with soapy hands, enjoying the tenderness. Then, he shampooed my hair, lathering it and running his fingers through it.