Unbreakable (Unrestrained 4)

“Entirely appropriate. It’s my favorite dress. I want to gaze at you and enjoy how the fabric hugs your curves.”

I smiled to myself and curled a long lock of hair, then tucked it into my updo with a bobby pin. With my hair done, I finished applying my makeup.

“You’re ready to go?” I asked as I applied some lip gloss. I checked him out. He looked devastatingly handsome, of course. His black hair was shiny and slightly wild, but incredibly sexy over his dark arched brows and blue, blue eyes fringed with thick black lashes.

God, he was gorgeous…

“Yep,” he said and smiled, pulling at his white button down shirt, open at the neck. “Just have to put on my jacket and I’m good to go.”

I turned back to my reflection in the mirror. “Men are so lucky. Shower, deodorant, a quick brush of the hair, a trim of the whiskers and you’re good.”

“Perks of the gender,” he said with a wink. “We get to stand and pee, too.” Then his face became somber. “I meant it when I said you’d stay by my side the entire evening. I want your hand in mine, my arm around you or your arm in mine. Anyone who wants to talk to me will have to acknowledge you and be nice.”

“You’re so thoughtful.” I turned around and bent down to kiss him, my hands cupping his face. “I feel bad that I never got to know any of your students or colleagues, but you’re all so busy…”

He nodded and pulled me into his arms. He kissed my throat, then adjusted my diamond collar. “We’re an insular bunch. Most of the time we’re too exhausted to socialize and the only time we see each other is in the OR or at conferences.”

I sighed and turned around, then finished my makeup before tucking an errant lock of hair back into my bun.

“You look ravishing,” Drake said and stood up behind me. He put his arms around me from behind and held his watch in front of my face. “We have exactly twenty minutes before we have to go. Just enough time…”

He moved down my dress’s strap and bit my shoulder playfully, one hand slipping around to press against my mound and the other cupping a breast.

“Drake!” I said with a gasp, for even just his touch made my heart speed up and my breath quicken. “I just finished my hair and makeup…”

“Shh,” he said. “I want to ravish you before we go. You know you want it, Katherine.”

He was right. I did want it. I wanted him to fuck me before we went so I could feel smug all night, knowing that he had his way with me. It would help me when I had to face Sam and Claire.

They could plot and plan all they wanted, but Drake was mine—body, mind and soul, as he had said before.

And so Drake bent me forward on the vanity. My eyes met his in the mirror, and the expression of blatant lust in them made me need him even more. He lifted the skirt of my dress up and over my hips and then pulled my panties down so that they fell to the floor. I lifted my feet and kicked them out of the way and waited for him to ravish me.

“Should I let you come or leave you unsatisfied and aching for me, Ms. Bennet?”

He slipped a hand around my waist and stroked my swollen clit gently.

“When you call me Ms. Bennet, I fall out of scene,” I whispered, biting my lip when he slipped a f

inger inside of me to test my arousal. He caught my eye in the mirror and then shook his head, a smile on his lips.

“Oh, you,” he said, and pressed my head down so that I laid it on my folded arms. “You have a way of making me crazy with lust so that I forget my proper Dom demeanor. Now, quiet.”

He pulled back and ran his hands over my buttocks, sliding a finger between them and into my folds.

“Nice and ready. You are a hot one, my little subbie. Ready to be fucked on my command.”

I tried to stifle my grin and waited. Then I heard his belt buckle jangle and the zhrrr of his zipper. My flesh throbbed in response for I knew I’d be fucked hard and fast. Whether he’d let me come or not was entirely up to him, of course, but I had the sense that he’d make sure I had one orgasm so that my brain would be high on endorphins for the night.

When he slid into me fully, I gasped and pushed back against him, my eyes closing in pleasure.

“You like my thick hard cock inside of you, do you, Katherine?” he rasped as he stroked my clit but held still, his very hard and very thick cock filling me so nicely.

“Yes, Master,” I said, trying to be a proper submissive at least in my response.

“You want me to let you come?”

“It’s up to you, Master,” I said, although I wanted to say yes, please.