Drake Forever (Unrestrained 7)

"You are insatiable," he said, his blue eyes twinkling from under a mock-frown. "You just had two orgasms and still want more."

"You made me greedy, Sir."

Then, he returned to the bed and took my hands in his, pulling them over my head, his grip firm to establish dominance.

"You can't distract me with that smile. Now, I want you to focus on what I'm doing here and now." Then he kissed me, sending a jolt of desire once more through my body.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, barely able to whisper. "I'll try to behave."

"There is no try," he said, one side of his mouth quirking up. "Do or do not."

The Yoda reference finally undid me and I laughed out loud. He laughed out loud as well and buried his face in my neck.

We giggled like two children, involved in a caper. When the laughter died out, he became serious, his eyes burning into mine.

"Focus," he

said, his voice deep. "Keep your eyes on me, keep yourself focused mentally and emotionally."

I realized I'd been too playful, forgetting that during a scene, even with my loving husband, I had to be submissive. We didn't need this, but we liked it. I enjoyed it – this game of power exchange.

The look in his eyes sent a thrill of desire through my body. I took in a deep breath and let go of any need for control over my mind or my body. I wanted him to have that control and take me where he wanted me – which was always pleasure.

"Good," he said, his hands gripping mine and confining them above my head. He kissed me hungrily and then pulled back, reaching to the bedside table for the cuffs. He fastened them around my wrists and then attached them to the bed frame. I pulled on them, getting a sense of how much I could move.

Next, he fastened the ankle cuffs and likewise fastened them to the bed frame.

I was truly at his mercy, but of course, I never had to worry about his plans. There was never any fear of him – just excitement and wonder.

"You're mine, Katherine."

"I am," I said softly. I was.

He ran his hands over my body, squeezing my breasts and then stroking down my belly to my pussy. He spread my thighs as far as they could go and knelt between them, rubbing the head of his cock over my clit. In this way, he worked me back up again, sliding the head over my lips and pushing into me an inch, then two before pulling out and stroking my clit again.

Soon, I was near my orgasm and gasped. "I'm almost..."

He shoved himself completely inside of me and the sudden pressure of his thick cock sent me over and my orgasm began, the sweetness spreading from my pussy to my groin and then through my body. I spasmed around him as he thrust, harder and faster, and before I was even finished my orgasm, his began, his face straining from his own pleasure, face read, eyes squeezed shut.

It was so fast for us both.

He collapsed on top of me, his hands still gripping mine, and breathed in deeply, his face by mine.

We kissed, deeply, our kiss full of emotion. When he pulled back, our eyes met.

"I love you so damn much," he said, his voice wavering with emotion. "You're all I have left. You and Sophie. Everything else is gone."

I searched his face.

"Drake," I said, my voice soft. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head and didn't answer.

"Tell me," I said, but he merely sat up and unfastened my cuffs, freeing my arms. Next, he moved to my feet, and released them.

I sat up and rubbed my wrists, which had chafed just a bit during sex. Did he really mean that? Was everything else gone?

"Tell me."